He wouldn't overlook the harm she had caused his granddaughter-in-law, simply because Han Wenjuan had saved his wife.
"It was just a small favor, nothing to mention!"
Han Wenjuan was terrified. The more polite and grateful the Ling family members were to her, the more anxious she became.
The others remained silent. Old Master Ling had nothing more to say, so he looked towards Ling Yucheng.
Ling Yucheng stared at Han Wenjuan, his voice as cold as ever.
"Earlier, there was a bounty posted online, offering a million for the rescuer..."
"No, no, President Ling is too kind!"
Han Wenjuan quickly refused. Right now, she wanted nothing, only to escape this suffocating place as soon as possible.
Ling Yucheng's brow furrowed instantly, his expression turning grim.
Seeing the change in his expression, Han Wenjuan's heart skipped a beat. She thought she had said something wrong and was close to tears.
Just as she thought she was doomed.
Ling Yucheng suddenly pulled out a document from a drawer in the coffee table and pushed it across the table. The document slid towards Han Wenjuan.
Han Wenjuan was confused, looking at the item before her, but she dared not touch it.
"This is the company I acquired from your Xia family before. It was originally transferred to my wife's name, and she has decided to return it to you."
Han Wenjuan's face could no longer hide her astonishment.
She picked up the document from the table. The familiar contents made her eyes gradually redden.
Often, it only takes a moment for one's defenses to break down.
This was the lifelong endeavor of her and Xia Linfeng!
It was also her deepest obsession.
She had done so many wrong things back then just to preserve it.
In the end, she had lost it, only for it to find its way back to her hands after twists and turns.
In fact, if she hadn't done so many wrong things when the company was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Perhaps, one day in the future, this company would have returned to her hands.
Just like now, by doing one right thing, she had gained even more.
Two lines of tears slowly traced their way down her cheeks.
Han Wenjuan clutched the document tightly to her chest, weeping miserably.
Everything had started because of this, and the final outcome was like this. She never expected Gong Zhijing to have preserved it.
For the first time, she regretted how she had treated Gong Zhijing before.
She had saved Madam Ling with selfish intentions, not purely out of a desire to save a life. She believed everyone in the Ling family understood this.
Yet, she hadn't expected that, even so, Gong Zhijing would be willing to return the company to her.
Perhaps there was more than one way to awaken one's conscience; maybe returning kindness for cruelty was also a path.
Han Wenjuan might have already awakened.
With Gong Zhijing's current power, if she had wanted revenge, there would have been countless ways to make Han Wenjuan wish she were dead.
But after all the wrongdoings, Gong Zhijing had still chosen to let her go.
And what had she done? Driven by her lingering resentment and jealousy, one mistake led to another.
The most right thing she had done was to choose to save a life!
Come to think of it, Gong Zhijing was only a few months old when she first came to the Xia family.
She had once held her and loved her dearly.
What had happened to make things turn that way?
It was greed, desire.
She wanted more. Especially after establishing herself in the big city, she was blinded by the prosperity, lost her reason, and lost her true self.
She just wanted more, wanted a lot of money.
Before Gong Zhijing came to the Xia family, they were just an ordinary family struggling to make ends meet.
Back then, their only desire was to have enough to eat and wear.
They wanted a house that could shelter them from wind and rain, and to live without worries about food and clothing.
Perhaps Gong Ye hadn't anticipated that his ten million would ignite such greed, causing it to spiral out of control.
Today had brought too many unexpected events.
Han Wenjuan's reaction was beyond Gong Zhijing's expectations.
She had expected Han Wenjuan to be happy, smug, and excited.
She had never imagined she would cry so much, so miserably, with not a trace of joy on her face.
Given her greedy nature, she should have been ecstatic.
Indeed, human nature is the most unfathomable thing.
Gong Zhijing had no idea what was happening to her.
She seemed happy, yet there was no joy on her face.
She seemed unhappy, yet she clutched the document as if it were a treasure.
After a long, long time.
Han Wenjuan's emotions finally subsided.
She gazed deeply at the document in her hands, her eyes filled with pain.
What was the point of regaining the company when her home was gone?
Her husband might spend the rest of his life in prison.
Her son's release date was nowhere in sight.
What use was money when her family was gone!
Han Wenjuan placed the document back on the table.
Then she looked at Gong Zhijing.
"I have both love and hate for you. If you had sought cruel revenge, I would have felt at ease continuing to resent you.
But why don't you hate me? Why?"
Gong Zhijing looked at her silently, her eyes full of confusion.
Perhaps she didn't hate Han Wenjuan because she had never truly been harmed by her.
The previous scheme of drugging her had led her to meet Ling Yucheng, which was why she had everything beautiful now.
Later, the rumors and gossip online, although painful, had ultimately led to good outcomes.
If all these things had played out according to Han Wenjuan's schemes, then perhaps she would have been filled with hatred, wishing to kill Han Wenjuan.
She wasn't a saint; she always knew what she wanted and could distinguish right from wrong.
But her inner belief was to live by her conscience. As long as she was true to her conscience.
Then everything would have a good outcome, and luck would not be bad.
If one were to dwell on every little thing in life, life would be extremely painful.
Han Wenjuan clearly wouldn't get the answer she desired from Gong Zhijing.
But it was evident that she had already lost miserably in front of Gong Zhijing.
She had lost everything, while Gong Zhijing was happy and fulfilled, possessing everything.
She should be fortunate that after Xia Linfeng was imprisoned, she had not done anything further to target Gong Zhijing.
Otherwise, her fate would have been the same as Xia Linfeng's.
Although Gong Zhijing didn't dwell on things, she was not someone to be trifled with.
Han Wenjuan sat there, lost and dejected, as if her soul had left her body.
Xia Wanfu called out worriedly, "Mom, are you okay!"
Han Wenjuan turned to look at her daughter, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"I was wrong, I was truly wrong. I was wrong, wrong..."
Xia Wanfu panicked, feeling that her mother seemed a bit unstable.
"Mom, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Han Wenjuan took a deep breath and returned to normal.
"It's nothing, I'm fine."
She smiled with relief, didn't take the document from the table, turned, and walked out.
Gong Zhijing still didn't understand her actions, completely bewildered by what was happening.