[Boss, Jiang Nanshu has been out of the mental hospital for six months now. She’s incredibly smart. She managed to develop a small company to this extent in just six months. If she’s allowed to grow for a few more years, she might be worth hundreds of billions without even needing inheritance rights.]
Zhou Yanbai received the message in his top-floor office at his Hong Kong company.
Several photographs were laid out on a carved rosewood desk.
Zhou Yanbai’s pale but bony hand gently picked up one of the photos.
It was a picture of Jiang Nanshu.
It was a photo of her being pinned against the wall after being taken from the mental hospital.
The fierceness in her eyes was both stubborn and cold.
What a tough nut to crack, Jiang Nanshu.
Zhou Yanbai picked up another photo. This one was taken around October, after Jiang Nanshu was discharged from the hospital. She was wearing a long red dress with a black long-sleeved cardigan over it.
Her overall demeanor was noble and beautiful, but also much more composed and reserved.
Zhou Yanbai knew why she was wearing so many layers under the sun—to cover the bruises and welts covering her body.
She’s like an unkillable cockroach; even if you kill her half to death, she’ll come back to life, hiding in the shadows, biding her time to stab you in the back.
His gaze was fixed on Jiang Nanshu’s face. Ever since Jiang Nanshu was discharged from the hospital, he had been having strange dreams every night. He dreamt that he was in another world, obsessively in love with a worthless woman, as if he had lost his mind. That woman was pregnant with his child, but the child was unlucky. When the woman pestered him to marry her, he accidentally pushed the woman away and lost the child. Later, he tried his best to compensate her financially, but never mentioned marrying her.
In his heart, that kind of woman was not worthy of him. His uncle, who should have died young, was still alive and constantly opposed him, making his life increasingly difficult.
He also found his biological daughter and wanted to groom her as the next heir of the Zhou family.
Zhou Yanbai closed his eyes, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
It was truly disgusting. Fortunately, he lives in this world; he is the one in control.
Only now are these dreams merging with his current memories.
No wonder he felt a sense of familiarity when he first saw Jiang Nanshu in that world.
But Jiang Nanshu, possessing memories of both worlds, actually refrained from killing him. Should he praise her kindness?
Or had she developed a conscience amidst that so-called ‘love’?
This was the most useless thing.
Zhou Yanbai took an urn from the drawer, removed a small portion, and poured it into the burning incense burner beside him.
Poor brother.
Even in death, the only thing that could be done was to burn some incense for him.
If he did this in front of Jiang Nanshu, that woman would definitely go crazy.
Zhou Yanbai’s eyes widened with excitement.
He had initially worried that Zhou Yanxu alone wouldn’t be enough to make Jiang Nanshu break down and lose her composure, but now it seemed there were even more things that could provoke that crazy woman.
Zhou Yanbai inhaled the sandalwood scent in the air with relish.
It had a hint of his brother’s scent.
This felt amazing.
This was the price of not giving the inheritance to him, but to a stranger.
He wanted his brother to never find peace, even in the afterlife.
The ashes were casually tossed on the table. He stood up and walked out. Seeing his female secretary standing guard at the door, he tilted his head slightly, his smile not very deep: “Take that filthy thing on the table with you. I’m going to the capital.”
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