Reborn: I, with Twins, Destroyed My Ex-husband's Empire

The wind, like a knife hardened with ice, stung Su Wanqing's cheeks. She was falling down. The city lights in her field of vision shattered into a blurry spot of light, just like the last few fragments of her life - the flames when her parents' car was distorted by a truck, the heart-wrenching cries of the twins when they were forcibly carried away, and Gu Yanchen's face as cold as marble, which leaned close to her ear and said in an almost inaudible voice, "You and the Su family should both disappear." The intense pain burst forth and was swallowed up by the boundless darkness. "Um..." Su Wanqing took a deep breath. The silk sheet stuck to her sweaty back, cold and greasy. The crystal chandelier above her head made her dizzy - she recognized it, the one in their wedding suite, the crystal reflecting the warm light of the bedside lamp, as gentle as a hoax. She turned her head stiffly, and the electronic calendar on the bedside table stung her pupils. X year X month X day. Their third wedding anniversary. It's tonight. From this moment on, everything in the past life is completely ruined. Footsteps came from the direction of the bathroom. Gu Yanchen, dressed in a straight white shirt, was wearing a tie right in front of the dressing mirror, and his profile was as sharp as a knife. "Awake?" He didn't even turn his head. His voice was flat as if he were saying that the weather was nice today. "There's an urgent meeting at the company and I have to go there." Su Wanqing stared at his back, her nails silently pinching into her palm, pricking her to confirm that it wasn't a dream. An emergency meeting? She remembers the excuse. Three years ago tonight, he used that to deceive her and actually went to Room 808 of the Platinum Joy Hotel and rolled around with Lin Weiwei. It was also tonight that he transferred five million from Su's subsidiary to his private overseas account for the first time. If she let him go, his parents will have an "accidental" car accident this Saturday; She will give birth to twins and then watch them being taken away and raised as if they were her own by Lin Weiwei. And she herself would be like a fool guarding the shell marriage, watching Su family's everything gnawed up, and finally being pushed off that tall building by his own hands. Thinking of this, Su Wanqing felt a sweet and sour hatred welling up in her throat. But she did not move. Instead, she slowly curled up her fingers and loosened the crumpled sheet. "Yan Chen." "Today..." she spoke, her voice with the hoarseness of waking up, and a hint of the pretentiousness of being drunk," Didn't you agree to keep me company?" Gu Yanchen finally turned around, his brows almost imperceptibly furrowed as if he were enduring something. But soon, the impatience was suppressed by him, and he put on a helpless look: "There's nothing to do about the company." "But..." Su Wanqing pulled off the blanket, walked up to him barefoot, deliberately swayed her body as if she couldn't stand steadily, and then placed her hand on his arm, "Today is our anniversary. Just stay for a while and have a bowl of hangover soup with me, will you? My head is so dizzy..." She looked up at him, her eyes filled with just the right amount of grievance and dependence, almost exactly the same as her previous life when she was blinded by love. Gu Yanchen's gaze rested on her face for two seconds, and finally he sighed: "All right, hurry up." "Um!" Su Wanqing laughed at once, but a cold light flashed in her eyes. As he turned to get his suit jacket, he casually raised his wrist. Su Wanqing's gaze was fixed on his wrist like a nail - a thin silver chain with a pendant of a tiny letter "W". It was the same as the one around Lin Weiwei's neck. She had never noticed it in her previous life. Gu Yanchen threw his coat casually on the sofa and turned to the bathroom: "I'll wash my face again." "All right." The moment the door closed, Su Wanqing's smile vanished instantly. She strode to the sofa, her fingers touching the familiar, thin, rectangular outline of her suit pocket - it was his phone. At this point in her previous life, she had no interest in his phone and even felt that Chagan was a sign of distrust towards him. But now, she clearly remembers his password - her birthday, plus his birthday, a clumsy and ridiculous lie that he thought he could keep from her for the rest of his life. The sound of water came from the bathroom. Su Wanqing took a deep breath and was about to reach for her phone when the bathroom door suddenly opened a crack. "Where's the hangover soup?" Gu Yanchen's voice came out. "Oh, I'll do it right away!" She hurriedly responded, straightened up nonchalantly, turned towards the kitchen, but her heart was pounding in her chest. As she reached the kitchen door, she glanced back at the suit on the sofa, and a cold curve curled at the corner of her mouth. Gu Yanchen, Lin Weiwei... This life, it's time to settle accounts. In the cupboard of the kitchen, there was still a packet of hangover soup that her mother had sent last year. Su Wanqing opened a packet and poured it into a clay pot, her fingertips trembling slightly as she added water. In the sound of the water hitting the bottom of the pot, she heard her own rapid breathing - not out of fear, but because the hatred that had been suppressed for too long finally had an outlet. "Hurry up." Gu Yanchen's voice came from the living room, with an unquestionable urge. Su Wanqing did not turn back and moved the stove with tongs: "What's the rush? The soup tastes better when simmered slowly." She deliberately lengthened her tone and, out of the corner of her eye, caught a glimpse of Gu Yanchen standing in the middle of the living room looking at his watch, frowning even tighter. The phone in his pocket vibrated, a very soft sound, but it seemed to strike Su Wanqing's heart. It must be Lin Weiwei. She remembered that at this time in her previous life, Lin Weiwei would send a message asking if he had arrived. Gu Yanchen, as expected, subconsciously touched his pocket, his fingertips paused on the fabric for a moment, and ultimately did not take it out. He went to the kitchen door and leaned against the doorframe to look at her: "There's really something urgent at the company. Don't be so naughty." "I didn't." Su Wanqing turned around, holding the freshly served warm water in her hand, her eyes wet, "It is... I remember three years ago today, you said you would always be nice to me." These words pierced Gu Yanchen like a fine needle. There was a moment of unnaturalness in his expression, and he reached out to take the water cup: "Why bring up the past?" "Why can't you bring it up?" "I just want to know, you are... now..." Su Wanqing took a half step forward, almost touching his arms, and her nose rubbed against the collar of his shirt. Do you still love me?" She could feel Gu Yanchen's body stiffen for a moment. She had never dared to ask so straightforwardly in her previous life for fear of hearing an answer that was not what she wanted. But now she clearly saw the impatience that flashed in his eyes, and the tenderness that was quickly piled up. "Of course I love you." " He raised his hand and rubbed her hair in a perfunctory manner as if he were doing a task. "All right, is the soup ready?" Su Wanqing lowered her eyes to hide the coldness beneath them and turned to lift the lid of the clay pot: "It's done." The soup was served in a white porcelain bowl, and the steam enveloped her gaze. She deliberately sprinkled more scallions into the bowl - she remembered that Gu Yanchen hated scallions the most, just as Lin Weiwei never used them in her cooking. Sure enough, when Gu Yanchen saw the scallions in the bowl, she frowned again: "Why did you put this?" "Oh, I forgot you don't like it." Su Wanqing pretended to be annoyed and picked up the spoon. "I picked it out..." "No need." He interrupted her, picked up the bowl and gulped it down in one gulp, moving as if performing some kind of ritual. "I'm leaving first." He turned towards the entrance, grabbed the suit jacket from the sofa and put it on his arm, and hurriedly changed his shoes. Su Wanqing watched his back and slowly put down the spoon in her hand. The scallions at the bottom of the bowl were still floating there, and he didn't take a bite. "Yan Chen," she suddenly spoke, in a low voice, but stopped Gu Yanchen's movements, "Where are your car keys? I think I saw it on the coffee table just now." Gu Yanchen was stunned for a moment and subconsciously felt his pocket. It was indeed empty. He turned back to the living room, where Su Wanqing had walked over, bent down and picked up the key from under the coffee table, with an innocent smile on her face: "Here it is." When he took the key, his fingertip touched hers, and her hand was cold. "Gone." He didn't look at her for long, opened the door and rushed out. The door slammed shut, cutting off the outside world. The smile on Su Wanqing's face vanished in an instant. She went to the window and watched Gu Yanchen's car rush out of the community gate. Then she turned and walked quickly to the sofa and pulled out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his suit. The screen was dark, and she took a deep breath, her fingertips pressing the string of numbers that she knew by heart on the screen - her birthday, his birthday, strung together like a clumsy joke. With a "click", the screen lit up. The wechat interface pops up, and the top dialog box reads "Weiwei". The latest message was sent three minutes ago: [Room 808 waiting for you, hurry up ~] There are a few earlier ones below, photos of Lin Weiwei in the sexy nightgown she wore at the Platinum Hyatt Hotel, with the caption: [Wearing the dress you sent, does it look good?] Su Wanqing's fingers were icy cold. She quickly took pictures of the chat with her spare phone, then logged out of wechat, set her phone back to silent mode and put it back in Gu Yanchen's suit pocket. Having done all this, she went to the kitchen, picked up the bowl of hangover soup that Gu Yanchen had not finished, and without hesitation poured it into the trash can. The scallions floated on the greasy soup, just like their rotten marriage. The phone vibrated in the pocket, and it was a reply to the message she had sent to old K. Old K was the paparazzo who had been tricked by Gu Yanchen last year. In her previous life, she had avoided such people, but now she had become her first ally. [Old place, Room 808, Platinum Joy Hotel, Gu Yanchen's exclusive scoop, Price you ask.] Old K replied quickly: [Miss Su, rest assured, it will be done.] Su Wanqing deleted the chat records and found the familiar number in the address book - Mr. Zhang, the CFO of the Su Group, his father's most trusted old subordinate. The phone rang three times before it was picked up, and Uncle Zhang's voice was sleepiness: "Miss? What's up so late?" "Uncle Zhang, it's me." Su Wanqing's voice was so calm that it didn't seem like it had just been through a storm. "All transactions of Ruida Trade tonight are frozen at once." Uncle Zhang was stunned: "Ruida?" But Mr. Gu tonight... "I know what he's going to do." Su Wanqing interrupted him. "Just say the system detected an abnormal transaction and temporarily froze it. I'll take all the responsibility." There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line. Uncle Zhang had watched her grow up and knew she was never a willful person. "All right, I'll do it right away." "Thank you, Uncle Zhang." After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing went to the bedroom, opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a small velvet box. When she opened the box, she found a warm jade pendant that her mother had given her on her wedding day, saying it would keep her safe. When she fell from the building in her previous life, the pendant was held in her palm and warmed by her body temperature. She put the jade pendant back around her neck, and the cold jade clung to her skin, but strangely gave her strength. Outside the window came the rumble of car engines, presumably Gu Yanchen's car had gone far away. Su Wanqing walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, watched the car disappear into the night, and a smile slowly curled at the corner of her mouth. Gu Yanchen, Lin Weiwei, and all those who have hurt her and the Su family... The game begins. Su Wanqing walked up to the dressing table and sat down. The woman in the mirror still had a pale face, but there was a burst of fire in her eyes. She opened the drawer, which contained a thick stack of photo albums, and the one on top was her and Gu Yanchen's wedding album. She swiped her finger across the cover, did not open it, and threw it directly into the bottom cabinet. The phone shook again. This time it was a MMS message from an unknown number, a blurry photo - Gu Yanchen's car was parked at the entrance of the Platinum Joy Hotel. Old K was quite efficient. She replied with just two words: [Wait]. She turned to the cloakroom and changed into a simple black windbreaker, which made her look even colder. She picked out a thin necklace from her jewelry box and put it on to cover the jade pendant around her neck, and put a small fruit knife in her bag - not to hurt, but to protect herself. The lessons from her past life taught her that she could never show mercy to the wicked. Just as she had changed her shoes, the doorbell rang. Su Wanqing looked through the peephole and saw Mrs. Li, the servant in the house. "Miss, are you going out?" " Mrs. Li took the bag from her hand with a worried look on her face. "It's almost midnight." "Something is up," she said. Su Wanqing patted her hand, "My parents' side... You book two flights to Switzerland for me early tomorrow morning and say I want them to go there for a check-up and to relax." Mrs. Li was stunned: "But the chairman has an important meeting tomorrow..." "The meeting can be postponed, but the body can't wait." Su Wanqing said firmly, "Just say what I mean and they will agree." She remembered that in her previous life, it was on the way to the neighboring city this Saturday that her parents had been bribed by Qin Zhengxiong, who deliberately created the illusion of brake failure. This time, she will never let the tragedy repeat itself. Seeing her determination, Mrs. Li nodded: "All right, I'll do it right away." Su Wanqing walked out of the villa, her windbreaker rustling in the night wind. She didn't drive. She called a taxi and gave an address - not the Platinum Hotel, but the headquarters of the Su Group. She had to go and check if Uncle Zhang had really frozen Ruida Trade's account. As the taxi rolled through the night, Su Wanqing looked out of the window at the fleeting street scene, replaying the scenes of her past life over and over again in her mind. The smiles of her parents, the babbling of her twins, and the cold eyes of Gu Yanchen when he finally pushed her downstairs. It felt as if something had blocked her heart, causing her to suffocate and hurt. She raised her hand to touch the jade pendant around her neck, and the cold touch made her a little more alert. "Master, please hurry up." "All right." The headquarters building of the Su Group was like a silent behemoth in the night. Su Wanqing swiped her access card in and the elevator went straight to the finance department on the top floor. Uncle Zhang was still in the office, his computer screen was filled with a multitude of numbers. "Miss?" Why are you here?" Uncle Zhang stood up in surprise. "Let me have a look." Su Wanqing walked up to his computer. "How is Ruida?" Uncle Zhang pointed to a record on the screen: "Just frozen successfully. Mr. Gu just called to ask, and I, as you say, excuse it's a problem with the bank system." On the screen, it was shown that a transfer application of five million was blocked. In the applicant column, Gu Yanchen's name was prominently written, and in the authorized signature section, it was "Su Wanqing" in her handwriting. Su Wanqing sneered: "He's in a hurry," she said. "Miss, this..." Uncle Zhang was about to speak but stopped, his face full of concern. "Mr. Gu is your husband after all. Will this..." "Uncle Zhang," Su Wanqing interrupted him, her eyes sharp, "he's not my husband. He's trying to swallow the Wolf of the Su family." She showed Uncle Zhang the photo sent by Old K on her phone: "At this time, he was supposed to have an emergency meeting at the company, but he went to the Platinum Joy Hotel. Do you think he still has this family and the Su family in his heart? Uncle Zhang looked at the photo and his face darkened little by little. He had worked with his father all his life and was loyal to the Su family, but because Gu Yanchen was the "uncle", there were some things he couldn't say. "I know what to do now." Uncle Zhang took a deep breath. "Miss, rest assured. I'll keep a close eye on the company's accounts." "Thank you for your hard work." Su Wanqing patted him on the shoulder. "Also, help me check the recent dealings between the Qin Group and Ruida Trade. The more detailed, the better."