On the way home, I lay on Lu Yanchen's chest, feeling his warmth and listening to his heartbeat.
From my own death, to Grandma's collapse, Huang Ying's car accident, and now Su Nanfeng's.
Grandma, the sole survivor, was barely breathing.
I clutched Lu Yanchen's clothes tightly. Who was it! Who could be so cruel?
What had the Su family done wrong to deserve such cruelty?
"Yanchen, haven't you investigated the Zhang family yet?"
Lu Yanchen gently stroked my head. "I've had someone investigate thoroughly, and the conclusion remains the same: the Zhang family doesn't have any deep-seated hatred against the Su family."
"What about Zhang Mofan, the owner of the auto repair shop? Have you found out where he came from?"
Su Nanfeng's death had shaken me. I was eager to uncover the truth now. "He's not related to the Zhang family, but this auto repair shop does have some history."
I quickly looked up at him. "What's the story?"
"Years ago, it was a mass grave. After the reform and opening up, the country embarked on a massive construction boom, especially in our urban area.
Many old houses were demolished to build skyscrapers, and some farmland and mountains were acquired by capital for development.
"The area was economically depressed, so there were no shopping malls. The flow of people wasn't as high as in the central area, so no real estate developers built it. The auto repair shop was bought thirty years ago. Of course, because many people are wary of it, ordinary people wouldn't buy it easily, except for developers. Someone bought it for after-sales service, which makes sense from a cost perspective."
"More than thirty years ago? This Zhang Mofan is only in his thirties, right?"
"Yes, the person who bought the land and built it is named Li Zhao."
The more I listened, the more confused I became. "Are they related?"
"Based on the information I've found so far, no. It was a normal transaction."
"Is there any information on Li Zhao?" "
He was the first person to build a new factory on the mass grave. If there's a problem, it must be him.
"The filings from thirty years ago are long gone. Zhang Mofan took over about ten years ago. Li Zhao handled the sale and transfer of ownership through a lawyer. I haven't been able to find any detailed information on this person yet."
The fact that it was built thirty years ago proves this man is at least forty or fifty years old.
That also fits the age of someone who had grudges against the previous generation of the Su family.
My only hope now is Grandma. If only she could speak more.
Lu Yanchen hugged me gently. "Wanwan, these old stories have long been buried under the loess. It's not easy for us to unearth them. Your opponent isn't Su Ning'an, but the massive organization behind her! Perhaps they've spent ten, twenty, or even longer laying this trap!"
"Su Nanfeng's case reminds us of one thing: the news of your rebirth must not be leaked, or you'll become a target once again!" "I frowned. "But Lu Shiyan..."
"He won't tell anyone. You can't expose this to anyone except us, understand?"
Lu Yanchen saw how frightened I was and gently cupped my cheek. "Anyway, the only person in this world who won't hurt you is me."
Hearing this, I felt a sense of peace.
We paused our conversation when the car returned home. As I entered, I saw Jiang Qing smoking in the living room. There were two scratches on his face, as if he'd been scratched by a cat.
My initially heavy heart lightened a bit when I saw his dejected expression.
It seemed my mother had listened.
She stopped holding back and began to resist.
There was a piece of paper at her feet. Jiang Qing was about to pick it up when I grabbed it.
It clearly said "Divorce Agreement."
"Great! Mom has finally come to her senses." I couldn't help but smile.
Jiang Qing snatched it away and tore it into pieces.
"What's good about that? I'm telling you, mother and daughter, I won't sign it!" He glared at me. "You're already a married woman, and you're still going back to your parents' house every day."
"I like it, it's none of your business!" I rolled my eyes at him and went into the room.
Jiang Qing, frustrated by me, looked at Lu Yanchen, "Control your woman."
Lu Yanchen replied calmly, "A wife is meant to be pampered, not controlled."
With that, he left without a backward glance.
In the past, he would have slammed the door and walked out, but today he refused to leave and went to sleep in the guest room.
I witnessed Su Nanfeng's death with my own eyes. I was freezing cold. I soaked in the bathtub for a while, until warmth spread through my limbs. Only then did I gather my thoughts and leave.
Lu Yanchen was already lying in bed. He patted the spot beside him: "Wanwan, come here." "
When my identity was exposed, I immediately felt a little strange.
Although Jiang Wanwan was younger before, at least we didn't know each other.
And he mistook me for Su Wan, and I had been with Lu Shiyan for so many years.
Although we only had one drunken night together, I couldn't get over it.
He had called me "little uncle" for over a decade, but in this life, he had become my contracted husband.
I had never dreamed of a romantic relationship with him. I had been with him on a mutually beneficial basis, but I never expected him to have such feelings for me.
I couldn't respond for the time being, so I stood there, somewhat at a loss.
He seemed to see through my thoughts, his eyes tenderly gazing at me.
"These pajamas are quite beautiful."
Since we would be sharing a bed, I didn't wear a nightgown, but a pair of conservative two-piece pajamas.
"Thank you, thank you."
"How long do you plan to stand there? Wanwan, I'm a little tired. I didn't sleep well the past two days you were away from the Lu family. Can you turn off the lights and go to bed?" I noticed the haggard look on his face, and a wave of guilt washed over me. I quickly turned off the lights, climbed onto my bed, and snuggled under my blanket. In the darkness, a man's long arms reached under my blanket, locked around my waist, and pulled me into his embrace. I pressed myself against a male body. "Yan, Yanchen."
"If you turn off the lights and can't see my face, you won't be afraid?"
This man is killing me.
I hurriedly explained, "I'm not afraid of you, I'm just not used to it yet. Give me some time, and I'll be able to accept it soon..."
He gently stroked my back. "I know you've been through so much in the past month, and tonight you witnessed Su Nanfeng's death. It's hard for you to process these emotions. But Wanwan, there's at least one thing you need to know clearly..."
He sighed inexplicably, the drawn-out syllable tinging sexy.
"Hmm?" He grabbed my hand, weaving his thick fingers between mine, interlocking ours.
His hot breath fell beside my ear.
"Wanwan, I love you."