Fang Wei was extremely annoyed. After asking someone to investigate Zhao Ninghuan's mother, she fell asleep shortly after.
"Honey."
She saw Jiang Jinluo standing in the living room. She called to him but received no response. She reached out to grab him, but her hand passed right through.
Fang Wei looked at her hands in disbelief. Had she died? How could it be so sudden?
There was a sound from outside the door. Jiang Hanzhen entered, arm in arm with a woman, both of them smiling happily.
"Welcome back."
"Yes, Dad. This is a gift I brought for you."
"Hahaha, Huanhuan, you're so thoughtful."
Zhao Ninghuan lowered her head as if shy, saying it was nothing. Jiang Hanzhen dotingly ruffled her hair, and the atmosphere between the three was pleasant.
Fang Wei walked forward, drifting around. No one noticed her presence. She accepted the fact of her death but couldn't recall anything.
"Dad, where's Qingqing? Is her condition any better? We brought her a gift from France too. She'll definitely like it."
Mentioning Jiang Yanqing, Jiang Jinluo's face visibly fell.
"Still the same old thing. She stays locked in her room all day, and when you try to talk to her, she throws a fit.
She has no manners of a young lady from a respectable family, wasting all those years of cultivation.
She can't handle even the slightest setback and is like a lunatic. Since she treated you like that, you shouldn't bother with her when you go out in the future."
"Dad, please don't say that. No matter what, Qingqing is Ah Han's sister. I treat her like my own sister. I'll go up and see her first."
"Go ahead. Huanhuan is a good child. Hanzhen, don't do anything foolish. Treat her well."
"Dad, my heart is only for Huanhuan. I won't act recklessly."
"Good. Seeing you happy makes me happy."
Fang Wei had already gone upstairs when they mentioned Jiang Yanqing. Seeing her daughter's vacant look, her heart ached.
Just then, someone pushed the door open. Seeing Zhao Ninghuan, she just wanted to push her out, but after much effort, it was still useless.
"Yanqing, sister-in-law is here to see you. How did you become like this? You're not pretty at all anymore.
I still remember the first time I met you, you seemed so out of reach. Life is truly unpredictable.
Now I am the mistress of the Jiang family. Those who block my way never have a good ending. You and your mother are both fools.
The masters of the Jiang family have always been Father and Ah Han. The more you do, the further people will stay away from you.
Women should be gentle and demure to be loved. If you're like a crazy woman, even stray dogs will look down on you."
Her mouth chattered incessantly. Fang Wei wished she could stuff a rag in it. The feeling of helplessness was unbearable.
Zhao Ninghuan took out a bag and threw it on the bed. "Hahaha, I'm bestowing this upon you.
How does this feel? In the past, you used the guise of a good friend to pity me. Your condescending demeanor made me sick.
Father and Ah Han will not come to see you. The eldest daughter of the Jiang family can only end up like this for the rest of her life. It's also fine to be a fool."
As she spoke, she gleefully poured out the antidepressant pills, replacing them with ordinary vitamins.
Her bright smile turned into a look of worry just before she left the room, playing the role of a gentle and kind sister-in-law.
Fang Wei grit her teeth in hatred. With a swipe, she was pulled to the seaside. As she was trying to figure out what was happening, she saw herself.
She was arguing with Zhao Ninghuan, or rather, it was Zhao Ninghuan's one-sided domination. The little white flower was meekly apologizing.
Fang Wei watched from the side, wishing she could slap Zhao Ninghuan a few times. A sharp pain shot through her head. When she looked again, she was lying on the beach.
Listening to the hypocritical sobs of the little white flower, Jiang Hanzhen knelt down, shedding tears of sorrow. Fang Wei found the scene incredibly ironic.
Fang Wei suddenly woke up, gasping for breath, her body covered in cold sweat. After a moment to compose herself, she went to the bathroom to shower.
During this time, she kept wondering if it was a dream or, as described in novels, a fragment of a past life.
She couldn't be sure, but her heart still ached with every beat. How could she abandon the child she had raised for so many years because of a vivid nightmare?
After tidying up, she went to see Jun Jiuli first. Jun Jiuli had already woken up but was lingering upstairs.
"Mom, my head hurts."
"Qingqing, get some good rest. Someone will bring your meals up later. You don't need to worry about anything at home.
If you don't want to come home, you can stay out for a while. Wait for my news."
"Okay, thank you, Mom."
Fang Wei gently stroked Jun Jiuli's head. How could such a cute and innocent child be driven to that state?
If everything were true, then Qingqing had truly suffered too much.
She bought a condo near the university for the original host. Jun Jiuli could stay there for the next few days, which was in line with the original host's personality.
After comforting her beloved daughter, Fang Wei prepared to go downstairs to see if Zhao Ninghuan was the person she had seen in her dream.
She had only caught a glimpse earlier and hadn't seen her clearly.
As Zhao Ninghuan saw her coming downstairs, she stood up somewhat timidly. Her demeanor was so fragile and timid that it naturally evoked sympathy.
"I don't bite. Why are you acting like this? Anyone who didn't know would think I was bullying you."
Zhao Ninghuan nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, then looked up at Fang Wei with her big, watery eyes.
"Aunt Fang, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just too nervous. Thank you so much."
The impact of her face was too great for Fang Wei. Instinctively, she disliked her.
"Why are you telling me this? Raising you has nothing to do with me. If you want to thank someone, thank Jiang Jinluo. He'll be back soon."
After speaking, Fang Wei sat down and looked at her iPad. Inappropriately, she stumbled upon a recommendation.
"How much damage can a 'white moonlight' have?"
"A 'white moonlight' from a past relationship has 50% damage, a dead 'white moonlight' has 50% damage..."
Fang Wei found it unlucky and quickly scrolled down. Soon, she encountered related videos: 'white moonlight' makeup, memories...
Annoyed, she rolled her eyes. Everything in the villa felt displeasing. She immediately messaged the person she had hired, asking them to add money and speed up.
Jiang Jinluo had a lot of company matters to attend to. Every day, he would return with a sullen expression.
Today, upon returning, he saw Zhao Ninghuan sitting on the sofa. For a moment, he was lost in thought, his eyes full of longing.
Once he realized, he immediately lowered his head to compose himself and put on a smile that wasn't too exaggerated.
"You must be Ninghuan. Consider this your home from now on. Don't be so reserved."
"Thank you, Uncle."
Eager to confirm her suspicions, Fang Wei did not miss Jiang Jinluo's expression. Her heart sank to the bottom.
"This is my son, Jiang Hanzhen. You can call him Brother Hanzhen."
"Hello, Brother Hanzhen."
"Hello."
Jiang Jinluo scanned the room, not seeing Jun Jiuli, and felt a bit displeased but didn't show it.
"Is Yanqing's health still not recovered?"
"Yes, let Qingqing rest a bit longer. I'm also feeling a bit unwell, so I'll go upstairs first."
"This..."
Before he could finish, Fang Wei went upstairs on her own. She was no love-struck fool.
She didn't believe in the saying "what's mine is yours." Since it was hers, she would hold onto it.
Solely sponsoring a poor young man to start a business and get rich. If one day he changed his mind, she would lose both money and love.
While Jiang Jinluo had been good-looking in his youth, he wasn't exceptionally so to the point of being universally adored. Therefore, she would not be lenient about what was rightfully hers.
When the company was founded, it was Fang family investments. She held 30% of the group's shares, and Jiang Jinluo dared not challenge her.