Jiang Nanshu’s eyes flashed with disdain.
Zhou Yanbai was easy to deal with.
The only downside was that she met him when she had no power or influence.
It left her with an unforgettable shadow, but also made her grow stronger through a life-or-death struggle.
“Cough, cough.”
Jiang Nanshu coughed a few times, the cough becoming more and more violent.
She covered her lips with her hand, the taste of blood escaping her mouth.
After a moment, she carefully wiped her palms clean with a tissue and then washed her hands.
After dealing with Zhou Yanbai, she wanted to go on a trip.
To visit the place she and Xu Xi had once promised to go.
That night, Jiang Nanshu dreamt again after falling asleep.
This time, she dreamt of Zhou Yanxu.
She rarely dreamt of him.
He almost never appeared in her dreams.
Her memory returned to Yulin Temple. She stood in the main hall filled with the scent of sandalwood, before a large golden Buddha statue. Zhou Yanxu, dressed in a dark gray monk’s robe, stood with his back to her.
As if sensing her presence, he gently turned his head.
His handsome face remained unchanged despite the passing years, as if he would never age.
He smiled at Jiang Nanshu: “Nan Nan, you’re here.”
Jiang Nanshu looked at him with complex emotions, a thousand feelings ultimately condensing into a distant ‘Hmm’.
She stepped forward and stood beside him: “In my limited lifespan, how could I dream of you? It’s truly strange; this is the first time.”
Jiang Nanshu had wanted to dream of Zhou Yanxu before, but never had.
Now, it all seemed so inexplicable.
She suddenly realized something and looked at him with a hint of mockery: “Did you somehow sense that I was going to kill your brother, so you came to me in a dream? Do you want me to let that scum go?”
After a long pause, Zhou Yanxu sighed softly: “You resent me?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle, his smile as warm as ever.
Jiang Nanshu looked away, avoiding his gaze.
His voice was gentle: “You do resent me.”
Jiang Nanshu pursed her lips, finally admitting it: “Yes, I should hate you, but Zhou Yanxu, you’re my benefactor, I can’t deny that, so I don’t resent you. But I’m going to kill Zhou Yanbai, who tormented me. You’re not here to stop me from killing, are you? My life isn’t going to last much longer anyway. If I can take one person with me after I die, my life will be complete.”
Jiang Nanshu had experienced a lot in her life.
Pain, joy, happiness—she had experienced them all.
She could die without regrets if she killed her enemy.
Zhou Yanxu sighed softly: “It was my oversight. I was afraid you would be saddened by my death, so I left all my money to you. I also instructed Yanbai to take good care of you after my death. He was always obedient to me and agreed to my request. I just didn’t expect that he also harbored resentment toward me. So, before I had a heart attack, he burned me to death.”
“A week before the fire, I also instructed Uncle Qi to take good care of you and Yanbai. So when the fire started, he thought that it was my tacit approval of Yanbai. Although he was heartbroken, he didn’t expose Yanbai’s crimes.”
Jiang Nanshu listened quietly and then replied: “Your death is the end of it all, leaving the living to suffer. My life was because of you, and my death is also because of you. You saved me, but you also dragged me into hell. Zhou Yanxu, I owe you nothing anymore. After Zhou Yanbai’s death, all the grudges between us will be wiped clean.”
“I didn’t want to give up what you left me before because of you, because I cared. But now I sometimes think, if I didn’t have this billions of inheritance, my life wouldn’t have become so bad. If you had given this billions of inheritance to Zhou Yanbai from the beginning, he probably wouldn’t have hated me for so long, and Uncle Qi wouldn’t have sided with the defeated Zhou Yanbai and made me suffer so much.”
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