Chapter 35
On the day of the apprenticeship ceremony, the courtyard was already full of people.
Shen Yiheng did not come; instead, Shen Qianli became the person accompanying Zhang Baoxian.
Wearing a red mini-skirt, her skin appeared even whiter than snow, and her high heels swayed gracefully, exuding charm. Her arrogant and haughty demeanor only added to her allure.
Every man present was captivated by her, their gazes lingering on her with lewd smiles.
She also brought a special gift this time: a premium craft beer.
"On such a good day, we should have a couple more drinks."
Deep down, he's harboring evil intentions and is looking around with ill intent.
Zhuang Ya stepped forward to shield her mother from the drink, saying, "Mom has other things to do today, so I'll drink with you, Aunt Chen."
She keenly noticed Shen Qianli's sly and mischievous nature and instinctively became wary.
The ceremony was held in the afternoon, during which there was an embroidery exhibition in the front hall. Everyone was excited and eager to see the century-old treasures of the Su Family Compound.
Its value cannot be measured in monetary terms.
The most eye-catching piece is a work titled "Year" hanging in the center, which is a family heirloom of the Su family.
The entire work is magnificent and colorful, extremely luxurious, and just one glance is enough to etch it into your heart and leave a lasting impression.
Do you like it?
Shen Qianli was captivated by what she saw, and couldn't help but nod. She was already fantasizing about owning it, then selling it and making a fortune.
Zhuang Yazhi: "If you like it, take a look more."
After realizing that the person speaking next to her was Zhuang Ya, Shen Qianli first felt guilty, and then became angry because of the sarcastic remark.
But she didn't start cursing as usual; this time she was very patient.
She clenched her fists, glared at Zhuang Yazhi with a resentful look, and then walked away without looking back, her high heels making a louder sound than drumming.
Boring, Zhuang Yazhi wanted to play with her more.
Just as I was about to go outside for a walk, I ran into Cheng Yan.
The Cheng family and the Su family have some connections, and he came as a representative to deliver congratulatory gifts.
"I'll trouble you to make the trip, Mr. Cheng."
Zhuang Yazhi beckoned him inside, her friendly and kind attitude surprising Zhuang Haiming, who was watching from the side. The two seemed like old friends who had known each other for many years.
There were many guests outside, making it noisy and lively, so Zhuang Yazhi led Cheng Yan into the small indoor garden.
Cheng Yan was very proud of the gift she brought: "Guess what this is? I chose it myself."
The item was so large that it was about half a person's height, and its outer packaging was very exquisite.
As Zhuang Yazhi pondered, although they hadn't known each other for long, Cheng Yan was a thoughtful person. If it was a gift he had chosen, it was most likely something that resonated with both of them at some point.
So big, and so exquisite.
"phonograph?"
Cheng Yan was astonished: "How did you guess?"
He had never forgotten that day they danced together, and now he was taking the opportunity of giving a gift to continue the beautiful memory.
Zhuang Yazhi smiled smugly, her bright eyes sparkling.
There was a small mark on the side of the box, which I noticed by chance when I turned my head.
"Thank you for the gift, it's very thoughtful, I really like it."
Cheng Yan smiled shyly, the warm sunlight shining on him making him even more gentle and charming.
After sitting down and chatting for a while, Zhuang Yazhi felt a little dizzy, and the smell of alcohol lingered around her lips and teeth with each breath.
That craft beer had quite a kick.
Cheng Yan keenly sensed that something was wrong with Zhuang Yazhi, as well as that familiar smell of alcohol.
"Are you drunk? Why don't you go back and rest first?"
Zhuang Yazhi nodded. Alcohol numbs the brain, making it difficult to wake up.
She stumbled along, and Cheng Yan promptly helped her up as she staggered, saying, "Let me take you there."
In the room
Zhuang Yazhi fell into a deep sleep. She didn't know how long she had been asleep. Her eerie dreams came in fits and starts, and she always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind.
Before long, I heard a murmur of voices.
"Leave this brat to me. You go outside and deal with Su Sinan."
My head is throbbing so badly that I can barely move.
I opened my eyes groggily, and everything was black before me. The evil gaze, like that of a demon, loomed infinitely large in front of me.
That red dress was so dazzling that it stung her.
Zhuang Yazhi only realized that the person standing next to his bed was Shen Qianli when the person in front of him stopped faking it.
Zhuang Yazhi struggled to sit up, her head still spinning, as she held onto the edge of the bed.
In the darkness, Shen Qianli was as red as a ball of fire, her bright eyes shining.
Zhuang Yazhi tried to walk out but was suddenly stopped. With a gentle sway, she lost control and fell back onto the bed.
The shaking made her even more dizzy, and she collapsed weakly on the bed, unable to even focus her eyes.
The high heels echoed in her ears, and the illusory figure of Shen Qianli swayed before her eyes as she wandered aimlessly around the room, seemingly searching for something.
She first picked up the laptop, then put it down, probably because she didn't like it. Then she picked up the makeup box next to her and muttered to herself, "This is sturdy enough."
Perhaps due to excessive dizziness, Zhuang Yazhi experienced tinnitus, and the rhythmic sound of high heels created strange hallucinations in her mind.
Shen Qianli walked over carrying her makeup case, her pace quickening until she was only two steps away from her in the blink of an eye.
"You're going to die." The cold voice fell without the slightest hesitation, and the box fell to the ground.
The box in front of him became real at that moment. When the box was about two centimeters away from his forehead, Zhuang Yazhi's pupils dilated, and he suddenly grabbed the box.
With a tilt of his head and a sudden burst of strength in his arm, the box fell to the ground in a parabolic arc, making a loud thud.
Zhuang Yazhi took a step and stood up, nimbly dodging Shen Qianli as she rolled towards the head of the bed.
Shen Qianli stared wide-eyed in shock, her face filled with disbelief. She never expected that she would fail. What terrified her even more was that Zhuang Yazhi was not drunk at all; she was faking it.
At this moment, Zhuang Yazhi sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, casually adjusting her silk dress which was without a single wrinkle. She suddenly raised her eyebrows, her sharp eyes looking down at him with a cold and ruthless gaze, her fierce and deep aura soaring above the night.
"Fool." That contemptuous remark was nothing short of utter mockery of Shen Qianli.
This humiliating insult completely enraged Shen Qianli. She lunged at Shen Qianli like a madwoman, baring her teeth and brandishing her extremely ugly face: "I want you dead, I want you dead."
Zhuang Yazhi agreed, saying, "Okay."
She nimbly dodged and escaped Shen Qianli's long, bright red fingernails. Luckily, they almost scratched her fair and delicate face.
Before Shen Qianli could launch her next attack, Zhuang Yazhi quickly grabbed a vase from beside the bed and, without hesitation, smashed it over her own head.
With a loud bang, fragments scattered all over the ground, startling Shen Qianli into halting her attack.
Blood spread from the top of his head, first as a few shallow drops, then like a waterfall cascading down his side, staining half his face red.
This scene left Shen Qianli completely bewildered.
Zhuang Yazhi gave her no chance to react. As blood splattered on her face, she took out the engine oil that she had hidden behind the curtains and forcefully flicked it, spilling it all over the room.
"What are you trying to do, you little slut?" Shen Qianli had never seen anything like this before. Huge questions filled her blank mind, and she didn't even have time to feel fear.
The smell of fresh blood was so fishy that Zhuang Yazhi became even more alert. She took out a lighter, struck it lightly, and a flame leaped up.
Her red lips parted slightly, and the faint light in her eyes was extinguished by her unrestrained, maniacal laughter: "I want to help you kill me."
It was only then that Shen Qianli realized something was wrong.
She hurriedly tried to escape, attempting to pull the door open, but it was locked tight. Only then did she realize she had fallen into a trap.
"Aunt Shen, have a good time in prison."
Zhuang Yazhi let go, allowing the flames to stumble and rush towards the engine oil.
The flames split into a fire dragon, which climbed up the roof in the blink of an eye, its fierce momentum seemingly about to swallow the entire room into the fire.
"Madman, madman!" Shen Qianli screamed, desperately pounding on the door as she tried to call for help.
Zhuang Yazhi gave a sarcastic smile, and she collapsed almost at the perfect moment.
three.
two.
one.
The door opened the instant she fell to the ground.
Shen Qianli thought she had opened the door, but little did she know that dozens of eyes suddenly appeared in front of her the moment she opened the door.
They stared at her, at Zhuang Yazhi lying in the sea of fire, her head covered in blood.
From the crowd, Zhuang Haiming, who was standing in the middle, let out the first scream: "Murder! Shen Qianli murdered someone! She even tried to set fire to the body to cover up the crime!"
The immense fear of escape was overwhelmed by the ruthless slander. Her heart stopped beating for a second, and she stood frozen in place, unable to even utter a silent cry for help. Her mouth gaped open, and her pupils lost color.
All her thoughts collapsed at that moment, and before she could even cry out that she was wronged, she was pinned to the ground by the crowd.
He was stunned, but his hearing was still sharp. He kept saying that she had killed someone, and he shouted louder and louder.
These slanders came from her business partners.
Shen Qianli's heart was ripped apart, her face was pressed to the ground and rubbed mercilessly, and her gaze swept over everyone, filled with hatred.
Zhuang Yazhi slightly opened her eyes to witness the whole scene, and closed them peacefully the moment Shen Qianli was caught.
She sincerely thanked her partner, Mr. Zhuang Haiming, for this collaboration.
A few weeks earlier, Zhuang Ya had arranged to meet Zhuang Haiming.
During this meeting, the two were completely open and frank, revealing all their secrets.
Zhuang Yazhi made a promise to him: "As long as you are my father, even if it is only in name, I will ensure that you live a life of wealth and comfort for the rest of your life. I will help you get rid of the title of Su family son-in-law, help you become a legitimate person of high status, and make you the respected Mr. Zhuang."
But the prerequisite is that you must obey her orders.
Zhuang Haiming was filled with unease and anxiety, harboring many concerns.
"Why should I believe you?" He was terrified when all his secrets were exposed.
Zhuang Yazhi gave him time to consider: "No rush, there's still plenty of time, you can think about it some more."
Within minutes, the fire department and ambulance arrived.
Zhuang Yazhi was carried out on a stretcher, her eyes stained with blood.
As she passed Zhuang Haiming, she gave a slight smile.
He ultimately made his choice.
Su Sinan was so anxious she was about to cry, and she insisted on going with the ambulance.
Zhuang Yazhi shook her head, indicating to her mother not to worry.
“Dad,” Zhuang Yazhi called out to Zhuang Haiming.
"Yes, I'm here," Zhuang Haiming replied hastily.
"Take good care of your mother."
She went to the hospital to get her wound bandaged first, and then her next step was to visit Aunt Shen in prison.
The ambulance was driven away, everyone inside the house dispersed, and the yard was almost in complete chaos.
A black sedan was parked far away outside the Su family's gate.
The people inside the car closed the windows, and the next second they turned around and followed the ambulance from a distance.
"Arrange the best medical team."
Shen Yiheng's voice was icy, angry and resolute.
A faint sadness lingered between his brows, making it difficult to feel at ease.
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