He Su smiled coldly, her face pale, her fists clenched tightly as she trembled.
"How could there be such a coincidence in this world? After Tang Jun went missing, Qin Hongxing and I encountered one bad thing after another!"
This approach strikes at their core, directly addressing their weaknesses.
Aunt Xu's face also turned ugly: "Su Su, does Rong Zhaonan already know that you made Tang Jun attack that village girl?"
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but panic: "Ten years ago you knew Tang Jun was no good, that he was an enemy agent. Why didn't you report him then, and why did you still contact him? Could it be that you...?"
“Aunt Xu, why would I be stupid enough to become a spy instead of being a perfectly good Mrs. Rong? In all these years, I have never betrayed any information to him!”
He Su coldly interrupted her aunt.
What kind of spy is she? She's not brainless; why would she throw away such a promising future?
Aunt Xu was extremely anxious: "If you don't give this kind of person any benefits, why should he help you? Just because you were in the same cultural troupe as him?"
He Su took a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her face, saying expressionlessly—
"Based on the fact that he was lost from the Tang family when he was young, if I hadn't persuaded the regimental commander to take him in, and if I hadn't taken care of him, he might not have grown up."
He Su said casually, "This time, he was just repaying the favor I did for him by secretly taking care of him in the cultural troupe."
She just happened to discover Tang Jun's private radio station ten years ago, which gave her leverage over him, but she never reported him.
This doesn't mean she would be foolish enough to give up her status and position and be used by Tang Jun as a spy.
Rong Wenwu isn't stupid to be in this position; if she were to betray him, he would catch her.
Therefore, Tang Jun was the only one being used by her.
Aunt Xu was worried: "Tang Jun has gone missing and hasn't gone to work. That means he's been exposed and the operation failed. What if he betrays you... you'll become a spy even if you're not one!"
"There's no 'what if.' He would rather die than betray me," He Su said calmly, applying lipstick as she did so.
Aunt Xu was taken aback, and asked suspiciously, "Su Su, how can you be so sure..."
He Su looked at her beautiful and gentle face in the mirror and said coldly—
"The men I set my sights on will all come to me, and the men I don't like but who do like me will be devoted to me."
Tang Jun is just one of them.
She knew he was her devoted lover from the moment he peeked at her bathing when he was fourteen.
Although, at that time, the man she had her eye on was Rong Wenwu, who was in his prime, handsome, and had once been a brilliant and promising warrior on the battlefield.
At that time, she was performing on stage to comfort the audience when she spotted Rong Wenwu. She found out that he had been divorced for several years and his ex-wife had taken their child abroad.
She knew her chance had come.
Even knowing that Rong Wenwu had never let go of his divorced, well-bred ex-wife, she still used every means to capture that man!
Compared to Rong Wenwu, Tang Jun was merely a nobody from a collateral branch of the Tang family in Shanghai.
How could a penniless young man be worthy of her, the leading lady of the performing arts troupe, who excels in both singing and dancing?
However, she didn't find it disgusting that the boy she cared for was spying on her, so she washed herself openly and let him watch.
She enjoys being glamorous on stage and basking in the admiration and adoration of countless men watching her from below.
For men, what they can't have is the best, and that's what they'll use!
Tang Jun is tormented by a mixture of familial love and desire, and he is willing to die for her!
He Su looked at her beautiful and gentle face in the mirror and revealed a cold smile.
Aunt Xu looked at her niece with mixed feelings: "If you're so sure Tang Jun didn't betray you, then why did Rong Zhaonan target you and Qin Hongxing?"
He Su dabbed her pale face with face powder: "I use an encrypted route, which is untraceable. Tang Jun must also be using an encrypted route to do this kind of head-risking work."
She analyzed slowly: "I didn't meet with Tang Jun or leave any evidence, so the problem definitely isn't with me!"
Aunt Xu frowned: "You suspect that Qin Hongxing leaked the news, but she has no idea that you want to kill Rong Zhaonan's country wife and force Rong Zhaonan to show himself."
He Su curled her lips in a mocking smile, her eyes filled with disgust: "Who else could it be but her?!"
The performing arts troupe that Tang Jun and she had worked with had disbanded many years ago. Moreover, Tang Jun wasn't even called Tang Jun back then.
He was a child who went missing from the Tang family. He changed his name after returning to the Tang family and hadn't been in contact with us for a long time. Nobody knew they knew each other!
He Su gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with complex and surging resentment—
"Only Qin Hongxing had a few contacts with people from Ningnan at the very beginning. That idiot, that big fool, Rong Zhaonan probably found out about her."
Aunt Xu worried: "What if he uses Qin Hongxing to force a confession? Will Qin Hongxing implicate you?"
He Su didn't care: "You said yourself that she doesn't know anything about my plans, so what can Rong Zhaonan find out?"
He Su said coldly, "At most, he found out that Qin Hongxing had contacted me and given me Ning Yuan's information. If he had any evidence of my contact with Tang Jun, he wouldn't have only targeted Xiang Dong..."
A chilling light flashed in He Su's eyes: "Even in front of Rong Wenwu, my heartless stepson would not hesitate to shoot me in the head!"
Even with no evidence and only suspicion, he still managed to stab her and Qin Hongxing in the weak spot!
He really is a man born in the years of a tiger and a wolf!
Aunt Xu sighed and took a comb to comb He Su's hair.
"Su Su, since Rong Zhaonan didn't die in the countryside, at least for now, don't provoke him. He's in the shadows, and you're in the open. If you make a move again, it'll be easy for them to find something to use against you!"
He Su forced a smile through gritted teeth, suppressing the pain and hatred in her heart.
"Don't worry, I'm always very patient with men. I'll appease Lao Rong first and won't make a move again, Aunt Xu!"
Like a venomous snake dealing with its prey, it rarely bites a second time.
If they fail, they retreat, accumulating venom and strength, and lie in wait.
Aunt Xu was somewhat relieved: "You're a smart person."
He Su looked at herself in the mirror, gently touching her face, and suddenly asked a strange question—
"Do you think my handsome stepson is better looking, or am I better looking?"
Aunt Xu paused for a moment: "You've always been the prettiest and smartest, which is why you became the mistress of the Rong family!"
He Su chuckled and muttered to herself in the mirror, "Yes, who would have thought that the high-society Shanghai socialite was such a fool, giving up a promising man to go abroad, only to never return and die so young."
She sighed, "From now on, my husband is mine too, and even the son I raised with such care is in my hands. It's because they, mother and son, had bad luck that I have good luck!"
She will do everything in her power to keep her lucky life going!
The reason he didn't kill that village girl this time was because Tang Jun was too useless and his bad luck affected him.
"Alright, I'm going to go make some soup for Lao Rong now."
When He Su stood up again, she was once again the calm, gentle, delicate, beautiful, and generous good wife.
She sighed, "He's recently taken a liking to Cantonese-style pork bone and lotus root soup, and he wants the broth to be really flavorful. I just bought some dried scallops yesterday and learned how to make the Cantonese soup."
Aunt Xu looked at her slender and graceful back with concern, but she could read the resentment that she was forcibly suppressing.
...
In the courtyard, Rong Wenwu stood under a sycamore tree, staring blankly at the leaves on the tree.
"Boss, are you alright?" Secretary Dong handed Rong Wenwu his medicine.
Rong Wenwu looked much older as he took the medicine. "Children are all debts," he said. "Is there any news about Zhaonan?"
Secretary Dong looked at his boss and adjusted his black-rimmed glasses: "You said we weren't allowed to track down his whereabouts, so if Captain Rong doesn't give us any information, we won't be able to find him either."
Rong Wenwu sneered, "That kid has plenty of people protecting him and standing up for him. Even if I wanted to, I might not be able to find him."
Seeing that his former boss looked much older and more tired, Secretary Dong couldn't help but whisper—
"Why didn't you explain your intentions to Captain Rong back then, so that he would continue to misunderstand you!"
Rong Wenwu didn't speak for a while before chuckling, "He hates me and won't listen to my explanation. Besides, explaining is just covering up. I'm the one who taught him that."
Secretary Dong fell silent.
Rong Wenwu thought for a moment and said, "Calculate the back pay I received and send half of it to Chen Chen."
Secretary Dong was taken aback: "Captain Rong hasn't asked us for money again recently."
Rong Wenwu waved his hand: "Let's just leave it with Chen Chen, just in case."
Secretary Dong said nothing more: "Yes."
Rong Wenwu looked up at the sycamore tree above his head.
These plane trees are everywhere in Shanghai; that's when he met that person.
Her family's car was parked under the plane trees on Avenue Joffre. She got out of the car... and glanced at him.
He then realized that the phrase "peerless beauty" truly existed.
...
At this moment, He Su's "unlucky" stepson, Rong Zhaonan, finally finished most of his busy "business work".
He was able to leave the Jinjiang Hotel a full ten days later.
He drove back to Fudan University, and it was almost nine o'clock.
Rong Zhaonan parked the car and headed back to the dormitory.
From afar, he could see a slender, petite figure standing by the roadside outside the dormitory, carrying an old-fashioned thermos, waiting for him.
A glint flashed in Rong Zhaonan's dark eyes, and he was about to go over.
However, several male students returning to their dormitories saw the petite figure, whispered among themselves, and then walked over and surrounded Ning Yuan.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his cold eyes and strode over.
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