Jiang Nanshu slammed the table forcefully.
Everyone present shuddered in fright.
Jiang Nanshu’s face beamed with joy, “What? There’s such good news? Let him scatter it, I will just transport this money tree to Port City and bury it, it would also serve as another form of laying my benefactor to rest.”
The crowd: “…”
Jiang Nanshu looked at his female assistant, “Later, give me the surveillance footage of the ash scattering; I’m worried he might cut corners.”
The female assistant: “…”
She scrutinized Jiang Nanshu’s expression carefully, utterly earnest. It seemed he truly meant every word, although some might be unable to accept someone scattering ashes at the doorstep, but if the boss had no objections, then they as employees had even less reason to object.
“Alright, Young Mr. Jiang, I’ll get back to him now.”
The female assistant left.
Xun Wu regained his senses and, after a thoughtful moment, clapped his hands and shouted: “Brilliant, boss! You’re not only burying your benefactor but also gifting him a money tree to bless his next life with abundant wealth, and it’s all thanks to you.”
Jiang Nanshu gave him a ’teachable child’ look.
President Dong: “…”
While scattering someone else’s ashes was vile, their tolerance for it astounded him even more.
He coughed lightly, “I’ll go supervise the work then.”
Saying so, he walked away with his beer belly protruding.
Xun Wu, seeing Jiang Nanshu’s calm demeanor, sighed in relief, fearing that Jiang Nanshu might rush out and fall into the enemy’s trap instead.
Although he didn’t know the details of Jiang Nanshu’s past, he knew that her benefactor was very important to her.
Xun Wu moved his lips, as he had many questions he wanted to ask Jiang Nanshu.
However, Jiang Nanshu was still idly spinning a pen between her fingers.
He hesitated to speak, then stopped, then hesitated again.
His hesitant look somewhat irritated Jiang Nanshu.
She slightly raised her eyebrows, “If you have something to say, just say it. Why hold it in?”
Xun Wu gave a dry laugh, “Well, boss… weren’t you confined in a mental institution for half a year last year? It was that scoundrel you met, what did he say to you that sparked your murderous intent…”
What he said…
Jiang Nanshu furrowed her brows, her memory drifting back to that day.
Jiang Nanshu had always known she was a twisted person, craving love and becoming deeply dependent on anyone who showed her affection, but also fearing love, afraid that losing it might crush her.
She was never a particularly wise person.
Thus, the death of Zhou Yanxu was a disaster for her.
The person who ruined her tranquility was none other than Zhou Yanbai, as he was the mastermind behind that devastating fire.
Her vain and greedy parents were just unfortunate victims driven by trends, not worthy of sympathy.
Jiang Nanshu smiled at Xun Wu, “What he said isn’t important; this time, I won’t fall into his trap again.”
Seeing Jiang Nanshu unwilling to elaborate, Xun Wu did not press further.
The ashes Zhou Yanbai eventually did not scatter on her money tree, probably fearing it would benefit her, or perhaps doubting whether she had moved on from Zhou Yanxu, waiting instead for another opportunity to probe.
If Zhou Yanbai did scatter the ashes,
Jiang Nanshu could only apologize to Zhou Yanxu.
After all, he was alive in another world; perhaps she could erect a ceremonial tomb for him here, placing a few of his clothes within, as a way to return him to his homeland.
So passed a calm month.
Jiang Nanshu followed an extremely regular routine, going to the company, attending meetings, eating meals, discussing projects, and occasionally traveling elsewhere on business trips, all the while avoiding Zhou Yanbai and secretly gathering evidence of his crimes. This time, Jiang Nanshu was determined to make sure he could not recover.
She worked hard to make money, but Zhou Yanbai was not willing to let her off.
Beijing welcomed a fragrant April, filled with spring greenery.
Jiang Nanshu was reviewing documents.
Her female assistant knocked on the office door.
“Young Mr. Jiang… that Mr. Zhou has come again; he’s been here at least seven times this month, and each time we’ve denied him entry to the company…”
Jiang Nanshu looked up at her and nodded slightly, “Come in and talk.”
The female assistant stepped in.
She looked somewhat hesitant.
Jiang Nanshu asked directly, “Has he sent you to relay a message again?”
The female assistant pursed her lips, “I’m worried about you, he asked me to pass a message, saying if you don’t listen you will definitely regret it.”
Jiang Nanshu became interested, “Oh? What did he say?”
The female assistant spoke slowly, “He only asked me to tell you ’Lu Qingyan attempted suicide again,’ Young Mr. Jiang… that’s all.”
Jiang Nanshu’s pen snapped in her hand.
Zhou Yanbai actually regained the memories of that world!
Jiang Nanshu’s movement was so abrupt that it startled the female assistant, “Young Mr. Jiang, your hand…”
The broken pen cut through the flesh of Jiang Nanshu’s index finger, leaving a trail of blood.
She took a deep breath, her voice somewhat hoarse, “You can leave now, close the door. If Zhou Yanbai asks you to do anything again, just let security drive him away, we don’t welcome him here.”
The female assistant quickly nodded, “Okay.”
She then left immediately.
Leaving Jiang Nanshu some space.
It had been over half a year.
Hearing Lu Qingyan’s name all of a sudden still made her heart falter.
Lu Qingyan’s face emerged again in her mind.
It was quite clear, she hadn’t forgotten.
Jiang Nanshu leaned back in her chair, relaxed.
But what she thought about was the time when she had first returned and was unconscious, when she had a dream.
She saw, from a soul’s perspective, the entire process of Lu Qingyan saving her.
When he jumped down after her, not even fearing death and still bringing her up alive.
He couldn’t possibly have committed suicide.
Why would he commit suicide.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t understand.
When she was still around before, he was indifferent to her.
She had made up her mind to leave early, yet he came looking for her.
How foolish.
In that relationship, Jiang Nanshu was at fault, and Lu Qingyan too didn’t know how to nurture it.
That’s why they gradually drifted apart.
She had already died in that world.
Just let bygones be bygones.
She had already compensated him with her life.
Lu Qingyan shouldn’t be mad anymore.
If… if there really was a chance to meet again.
Let’s start over.
But Jiang Nanshu knew it was impossible.
Two worlds, separated by the living and the dead.
Unless there was a miracle, they could never meet again.
Thinking of this.
Jiang Nanshu once again pushed Lu Qingyan out of her mind, constantly thinking about the impossible could lead her into a cycle of internal strife.
She should look forward.
Jiang Nanshu had already planned out, after taking down Zhou Yanbai, how she should use the inherited money.
She had set a rule for herself to spend a billion a day! If she didn’t finish in a day, she would punish herself by spending two billion the next day, and so on, and then travel the world, visiting places she and Xu Xi had planned to go for their graduation trip.
She would also donate some of the money to mountain villages and orphanages.
It was because of the lack of money that the children in those mountain villages suffered.
Jiang Nanshu came from a mountain village herself.
She had seen the harsh winters when heavy snow sealed the mountains, hence she yearned even more for the hope brought by a warm spring breeze.
She stayed at the company for the entire day.
In the afternoon, Jiang Nanshu returned to the courtyard house.
Only to find an unwelcome guest in the yard—Zhou Yanbai.