Chapter 373: Chapter 372: A Disaster Lasting a Thousand Years
Xun Wu’s eyes flickered with worry, “Boss, go check yourself at the hospital. Getting treatment while bringing him down won’t delay anything. It’s been two months, and your health is getting worse.”
“If it’s benign, surgery should fix it.”
Jiang Nanshu couldn’t suppress another cough, “I’ve been checked, it’s malignant, no point now.”
Xun Wu raised his hand to rub his eyes, “Oh, man, you just had to run into this kind of bad luck.”
“I’ve been lucky before, look at all the money I’ve made, it’s all thanks to good fortune,” Jiang Nanshu retorted, dissatisfied.
Xun Wu snorted, “What’s the use of making so much money if you can’t take it with you?”
Jiang Nanshu glanced at him lightly, “Then I might as well benefit mankind.”
“Everyone says good people don’t live long, and misfortunes last a thousand years. It seems you’re not quite evil enough,” Xun Wu analyzed.
Jiang Nanshu couldn’t be bothered to respond.
In the blink of an eye, Beijing entered deep autumn.
With the control of medication, Jiang Nanshu felt her body was still okay.
She had been back in this world for nearly two years now.
And the hunt for Zhou Yanbai was coming to an end.
When Beijing welcomed its first snow, Zhou Yanbai sought her out.
In the gamble of assets, Zhou Yanbai had lost miserably. Blinded by enormous benefits, he gradually got carried away as he began losing money. In just nearly a year, the vast Zhou Family had shrunk by half.
This was the only piece of news that pleased Jiang Nanshu.
So, when Zhou Yanbai came knocking to ask for a loan of one billion, Jiang Nanshu sat at the head of the table, watching him with amusement, “Why should I lend it to you? If you are short on funds, go get a loan from a bank. Who knows, the next deal might turn your fortunes around.”
This is the mindset every gambler carries: what if the next gamble wins?
Zhou Yanbai was thinking exactly that, sinking deeper step by step.
The reason he approached Jiang Nanshu was that she once lived under his control, like a slave. Wasn’t it normal for her to make money for him to spend?
His brother had even supported her for so long; treating it as returning a favor seemed reasonable.
“Why? Just because of the favors the Zhou Family extended you isn’t limited to this one billion! Without my brother, you would have died long ago. Now that you are so wealthy, isn’t your life worth this much?” Zhou Yanbai slammed his hand heavily on the table, his eyes full of determination.
“Favors?” Jiang Nanshu chewed on the word.
Hadn’t it been Zhou Yanxu who saved her? What did Zhou Yanbai have to do with that?
Nevertheless, she nodded, watching him with a smiling gaze, “Fine, I can lend you the money, but you have to sign an agreement with me. I’ll lend you one billion to turn the tables. If you win, all of my assets are yours. If you lose, your life is mine.”
One billion…
Zhou Yanbai’s breathing grew heavy.
Jiang Nanshu was upping the stakes.
From one billion to one billion.
After a long while, he chuckled lightly, “Beginning to want my life? I truly underestimated you. I shouldn’t have spared you back then, just to toy with you, letting you cling to life only to bite back now, Jiang Nanshu, I’ll take the bet.”
Craziness flashed through his eyes, like that of a gambler.
The nearly bankrupt Zhou Family had driven him into a corner.
That inheritance worth a trillion, Jiang Nanshu really didn’t care about it anymore.
She signed the contract with Zhou Yanbai.
Jiang Nanshu handed him a card, “Go on.”
“I will definitely win it back,” Zhou Yanbai glared fiercely at Jiang Nanshu.
Holding the card, he walked away without looking back.
A look of disdain flashed across Jiang Nanshu’s eyes.
Zhou Yanbai was easy to deal with.
The only unfortunate thing was that she had met him when she had no power.
He had given her unforgettable shadows, and at the same time, allowed her to grow in her struggle for life.
“Cough, cough.” Jiang Nanshu coughed a few times, each one more severe.
She covered her lips with her hand, a taste of blood filling her mouth.
After a moment, she carefully wiped her palm clean with a tissue and went to wash her hands.
After dealing with Zhou Yanbai, she wanted to travel.
To see the places she had once promised to visit with Xu Xi.
At night, after Jiang Nanshu went to sleep, she dreamed again.
This time she dreamed of Zhou Yanxu.
She very rarely dreamed of him.
He almost never entered her dreams.
Her memory took her back to Yulin Temple, standing in a hall filled with the scent of sandalwood, a golden Buddha in front of her, and Zhou Yanxu dressed in black-gray monk’s robes, his back to her.
As if sensing her, he gently turned his head.
That handsome face, no matter how many years had passed, remained unchanged, as if he never aged.
He smiled at Jiang Nanshu, “Nannan, you’re here.”
Jiang Nanshu looked at him with complex eyes, emotions finally turning into a distant, “Hmm.”
She stepped forward, standing beside him, “In my few remaining years, why would I dream of you? It’s really strange, this is the first time.”
Previously, Jiang Nanshu had wanted to dream of Zhou Yanxu, but it never happened.
Now, it strangely happened.
She suddenly realized something and looked at him somewhat mockingly, “Did your spirit from heaven sense that I am about to kill your brother and therefore appeared in my dream? Are you trying to get me to spare that scum?”
After a long pause, Zhou Yanxu sighed softly, “Are you resenting me?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
He couldn’t help laughing softly, his smile as warm as before.
Jiang Nanshu averted her eyes from him.
His voice soft, “You do resent me.”
Jiang Nanshu pursed her lips, finally admitting, “Yes, I should hate you, but Zhou Yanxu, you are my benefactor. I can’t deny that, so I don’t resent you. But I have to kill the tormenting Zhou Yanbai. You’re surely not here to stop me from killing him, are you? My life isn’t long anyway; if I can take him down with me, my life would be complete.”
Jiang Nanshu had experienced a lot in her life.
Pain, joy, happiness, she had felt them all.
To kill her enemy now, she would die without regrets.
Zhou Yanxu sighed softly, “It was my negligence, I was afraid you would be upset by my death, so I left all my money to you, and I told Yan Bai to take good care of you after I die. He was always obedient in front of me and agreed to my request, but I didn’t realize that he also resented me. Thus, before my heart attack could occur, he burned me alive. A week before the fire, I had told Uncle Qi to take good care of you and Yan Bai, so when the fire occurred, he thought it was my silent approval. He was heartbroken but didn’t expose Yan Bai’s crimes.”
Jiang Nanshu listened quietly, then responded, “Your death did indeed solve everything, leaving the living to suffer. My life was because of you, and my death is also because of you. You saved me but also dragged me to hell, Zhou Yanxu, I owe you nothing now. After Zhou Yanbai is dead, any kindness and grievances between us will also be erased. I used to not give away what you left me because I cared. But now I occasionally think, if there had been no one billion inheritance, my life might not have turned so bad. If you had given that one billion to Zhou Yanbai from the start, perhaps he wouldn’t have hated me for so long, and Uncle Qi wouldn’t have sided with the failing Zhou Yanbai and let me suffer so much.”
