The Imperial Capital, on the outskirts of Beijing, at a cemetery.
A woman dressed in a black dress, exuding an icy aura, knelt before a tomb.
“Grandmother, Little Zi has come to see you.”
Six years ago, her grandmother fell critically ill and urgently needed one million yuan for surgery. Her father, stepmother, and boyfriend refused to lend her money. To secure the surgery fees, Jiang Ziyu had an encounter with a powerful man and agreed to bear him a child.
Just before giving birth, Jiang Ziyu witnessed her grandmother being murdered by her father’s family. She suffered a mental breakdown and gave birth prematurely to four children. The eldest two were boys, both born with congenital diseases; the third child, a beautiful and healthy girl, was given to the powerful man; the fourth was a boy who died shortly after birth…
After burying her grandmother, she took her eldest two children and went abroad. For six years in France, she thrived, establishing her own company and achieving deep expertise in jewelry design and traditional Chinese medicine.
This time, she had returned to exact revenge on her enemies! She also needed to find the biological father for her eldest son, Yuze, who was suffering from late-stage uremia and required a kidney transplant; Yuze had only six months left to live…
She also wondered what had become of the daughter she had given away…
“Miss Ziyu, we’ve found him!” her assistant rushed over.
Jiang Ziyu eagerly opened the file and discovered that the man she had conceived children with was none other than Di Mingjue!
The Di family was a prestigious, centuries-old clan. Di Mingjue was an extraordinary talent, a proud son of heaven, who had controlled the Di family for years through his ruthless and decisive methods. He had also founded Di Jue Group at the age of eighteen, building it from scratch, controlling the global economic lifeline, possessing a net worth in the hundreds of billions, and ranking first on the Forbes rich list as a top magnate.
However, he suffered from a congenital heart condition, and a heart transplant surgery had nearly cost him his life. A car accident three years ago had left him in a vegetative state, and he had not yet awoken.
For the sake of her eldest son and to see her daughter, she had to enter the Di family!
…
The Jiang Residence.
Jiang Ziyu’s stepmother, Xu Jingya, and stepsister, Jiang Feifei, were plotting against her.
“Mom, if we use Jiang Ziyu’s grandmother’s belongings as leverage, she’ll agree to the substitute marriage?”
Di Mingjue wielded immense power and possessed a fortune of hundreds of billions. If he hadn’t been a vegetable, she would have eagerly married him; it wouldn’t have fallen to Jiang Ziyu!
“If she dares to refuse, I’ll dig up that old woman’s grave!” Xu Jingya said maliciously.
The Jiang family was in decline and urgently needed ten million yuan. Meanwhile, Old Madam Di wanted to find a woman to bring good fortune to her grandson. Thus, the two families reached a marriage agreement for Jiang Feifei to marry Di Mingjue.
Today was the day the bride was to be welcomed. Jiang Feifei had backed out. Coincidentally, someone from the cemetery reported that Jiang Ziyu had reappeared, and they intended to trick Jiang Ziyu into a substitute marriage.
Just then, a clear, cold female voice cut through the air.
“Dig up the grave? I’d like to see who dares!”
A woman with a graceful, voluptuous figure walked in. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes like blooming peaches, and her brows were like misty clouds; she was as beautiful as a painting.
Jiang Feifei stared, stunned by her beauty, filled with both surprise and jealousy.
Was this the Jiang Ziyu who had disappeared for six years? How had she become so beautiful, exuding such a cold, sharp demeanor, and a bloodthirsty, ruthless aura! Her eyes were filled with murderous intent!
“You, you…”
Jiang Ziyu kicked open the door and, with a cold laugh, threw a bloody burlap sack over.
“You sent me your grandmother’s belongings, so of course, I’ve prepared a gift for you too!”
The sack landed on the floor, revealing Jiang Wenbin’s aged face and two severed, bloody hands.
“Ah! Dad!”
Jiang Feifei shrieked in horror, and Xu Jingya’s face turned deathly pale.
“You little slut, that’s your father…”
Jiang Ziyu’s gaze was fierce. She strode forward and kicked over her stepmother, Xu Jingya, her sharp stiletto heel brutally crushing her palm, causing blood to gush out.
“Father? Six years ago, when you refused to treat Grandmother, I severed all ties with the Jiang family. Remember, I am no longer the Jiang Ziyu from six years ago.”
“You killed Grandmother, have you thought about how you’ll atone?”
Xu Jingya was consumed by fear. How could Jiang Ziyu know…
“Just wait! The blood debt you owe, I will collect it all!” Jiang Ziyu flashed a cruel smile and turned away resolutely.
Her departing figure was like a ghost from hell, her terrifying presence lingering long after.
Compared to the timid and easily bullied Jiang Ziyu of six years ago, the current Jiang Ziyu was ruthless and resilient. For the sake of revenge and her children, she had endured immense hardship over these past six years.
Jiang Ziyu put on her sunglasses and was about to leave when a convoy of luxury cars stopped before her.
A middle-aged man approached and inquired, “Are you the Jiang family’s young lady? I am the Di family’s butler, here to pick up the bride.”
To obtain a suitable identity to enter the Di family, Jiang Ziyu nodded, “I am.”
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The Di Residence.
Dressed in a wedding gown and wearing a bridal veil, Jiang Ziyu was escorted into the main hall. The old butler announced, “The bride has arrived.”
“Good, let the ceremony commence,” a male voice boomed.
Through the veil, Jiang Ziyu saw a man in his thirties seated on the main seat. He possessed an imposing presence, his brows laced with shrewdness. This was the Third Young Master Di, Di Mingjue’s cousin, Di Dongsheng, the current head of the Di family!
But Di Mingjue was in a vegetative state; how could they perform the ceremony?
As she pondered this, she saw a servant carrying a large rooster.
This! The Di family intended to use a rooster to substitute the groom in the wedding ceremony!
It was a blatant humiliation!
Jiang Ziyu clenched her fists and said coldly, “Since the eldest young master is indisposed, this ceremony may be forgone.”
She snatched the rooster, crushed it to death with her bare hands, and threw it away.
Witnessing Jiang Ziyu’s decisive and fierce actions, everyone was shocked and in an uproar.
This newly arrived eldest young madam was clearly not to be trifled with! She dared to defy the humiliation deliberately orchestrated by the Third Young Master!
Di Dongsheng had initially dismissed this bride brought in for good fortune, but now she dared to resist him.
He smiled outwardly and said, “Cousin-in-law dares to kill with her bare hands; you’re nothing like a young lady from a wealthy family.”
Jiang Ziyu curled her lips and said coldly, “Third Young Master is right, I am not delicate at all, which is why I am very suited to serve the eldest young master personally, to wipe his excrement and change his diapers.”
Old Madam Di, seated on the main seat, nodded in satisfaction, “Good! With your words, I am reassured!”
“Someone! Escort the eldest young madam to the bridal chamber.”
The bridal chamber.
Jiang Ziyu approached the bed.
It was the first time she saw Di Mingjue clearly in the daylight.
The man’s face was tinged with a sickly paleness, his facial features were sharp and well-defined, and his hair was a deep, ink-like black.
Even in his unconscious state, his entire being exuded a regal aura that could shake the heavens.
This man was indeed the biological father of her children. His facial features were a magnified version of her eldest two sons. If the two boys saw Di Mingjue, they would surely embrace his legs excitedly and call him Dad.
Jiang Ziyu sat on the edge of the bed, her slender, white fingers gently stroking his brows.
“Sir, we meet again. Thank you for your help six years ago…”
Jiang Ziyu fetched hot water and began to wash Di Mingjue’s body.
Di Mingjue had been in a coma for three years, without proper nutrition, his body so emaciated that his bones were visible…
On his left chest, there was a surgical scar. As Jiang Ziyu wiped over it, she noticed Di Mingjue furrow his brows, appearing to be in great pain.
Jiang Ziyu sensed something was amiss and took out her silver needle case to perform acupuncture.
She had studied under a Grandmaster of Chinese Medicine and was known in the outside world as the Ghostly Doctor Saint Hand, her skills in traditional Chinese medicine being miraculous, accustomed to snatching people back from the clutches of death.
Upon removing the needles, she indeed discovered the problem.
Di Mingjue was not truly in a vegetative state! There were drugs in his body suppressing his nerves, preventing him from waking up.
Jiang Ziyu used the silver needles to neutralize the drug’s effect.
Her gaze traveled downwards, and she saw books scattered on Di Mingjue’s pillow. Casually flipping one open, she saw writings that read: “Daddy, get well soon,” “Qianqian misses Daddy.”
Qianqian! Her daughter, Qianqian!
These were her daughter’s words.
Jiang Ziyu’s heart felt as if it would leap out of her chest with excitement.
Today was Friday; her daughter should be at school. Jiang Ziyu left a few personal guards to protect Di Mingjue and then headed to the kindergarten.
Qianqian, my daughter, Mommy is finally going to see you…
…
Shortly after Jiang Ziyu’s departure, Di Mingjue, who had been in a coma for three years, suddenly awoke!
The news bombarded the entire city, with everyone finding it incredibly unbelievable.
They marveled at the efficacy of the bride brought in for good fortune!