“I heard that Su Xijing isn’t Su Qingqiu’s biological daughter. Is that true?”
Rong Jin frowned. Even though she didn’t pay much attention to Su Qingqiu’s affairs, the business world was small enough that she had heard bits and pieces.
She knew about it.
After leaving university, Su Qingqiu got married and even sent her an invitation. Rong Jin sent a gift but didn’t attend.
The marriage lasted two years before Su Qingqiu divorced.
Later, during a business trip abroad, an employee who was traveling with her died saving Su Qingqiu.
The employee wasn’t married but had adopted a three-month-old child from a single mother.
The employee had no parents or other relatives, and even if she did, they probably wouldn’t have taken good care of the child.
Out of a sense of responsibility and guilt, Su Qingqiu brought the child home and raised her well.
The incident caused quite a stir at the time.
That child was Su Xijing.
Su Xijing had been frail since childhood. Su Qingqiu kept her at home, cared for her meticulously, spoiled her endlessly, and treated her like her own flesh and blood.
Even a biological daughter wouldn’t have been pampered like that.
Rumor had it that Su Qingqiu had to return home before nine every night to coax the child to sleep.
A CEO who could clock out by nine? She sure lived a comfortable life.
“Mind your own business,” Rong Jin laughed. “Is that family’s private matter any of your concern?”
Xiao Qiangwei stuck out her tongue and asked again, “Boss, are you close with President Su? I feel like she treats you differently.”
The supposedly aloof and distant Su Qingqiu had actually mocked her.
“We know each other, but we’re not close,” Rong Jin said noncommittally. “We’ve known each other for over a decade—high school classmates and university alumni.”
“But back then, she looked down on me, so our relationship was pretty bad.”
Rong Jin continued, “Of course, it’s even worse now.”
And it felt like there was no room for reconciliation at all.
Xiao Qiangwei was shocked. “President Su used to look down on you?”
“Yeah.”
“How could that be? Boss, you’re the most impressive person I’ve ever met! Rong Corporation is so huge—who would guess you’re only in your twenties!” Xiao Qiangwei’s flattery was top-notch.
“You and your sweet talk.” Rong Jin smiled and asked, “What’s the schedule for the rest of the trip?”
Xiao Qiangwei switched back to work mode in an instant. “In three hours, we head to the airport for the red-eye flight to the United States to discuss the partnership with Green Investment Bank. You can catch a nap first, Boss.”
“We’ll arrive tomorrow afternoon. If things go smoothly, we’ll wrap up the talks that day, catch the evening flight back, and make it in time for the dinner with the Municipal Construction Bureau the day after…”
Xiao Qiangwei suddenly fell silent.
The dinner with the Municipal Construction Bureau the day after next—Su Qingqiu would be there too.
Rong Jin felt extremely annoyed and clicked her tongue.
Over a decade later, Su Qingqiu was still as infuriating as ever.
*
The next day.
United States, San Francisco.
It was scorching hot.
On an endless suburban road, a black Ferrari sped by, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Rong Jin sat in the back seat, quickly flipping through a stack of documents. She read fast—one glance per line, and she never forgot what she read.
Her slender fingers turned the pages, her lowered eyes and exquisite profile on full display.
Just looking at her was like admiring a pleasing masterpiece.
Rong Jin finished the documents and tossed them aside casually, half-closing her eyes.
“What did Green Investment Bank say?”
Rong Corporation had many projects on hand, and this partnership with Green Investment Bank was one of the more important ones.
“Green Investment Bank is very eager to collaborate. The planning department has already sent over the preliminary contract draft. We’ll have a small meeting with them afterward—if Green agrees to sign, that’s ideal.”
“They’ll sign if we give them one percentage point,” Rong Jin said. “What time is the flight back?”
“Ten p.m., arriving at eleven a.m. tomorrow.”
“Book the tickets first.” Rong Jin was in a good mood, a smile playing on her lips.
“Everyone’s worked hard this time. Once we’re back, I’ll treat the team to dinner. Tell finance to double this month’s bonuses.”
“!!!”
How lucky was she to have such a great boss!
Xiao Qiangwei cheered inwardly but kept a straight face, maintaining the poise and elegance expected of Rong Corporation’s executive assistant.
“Then I’ll thank you on everyone’s behalf first, Boss.”
Xiao Qiangwei swiftly pulled out her phone—a petite SE model she’d used for years.
As she booked the flights, she said energetically, “After arriving in B City, there’s a meeting with Zhongtou at Lila Hotel at four-thirty, and dinner with the Municipal Construction Bureau in the evening.”
Dinner with the Municipal Construction Bureau—with Su Qingqiu.
It instantly reminded Rong Jin of some unpleasant things.
The smile on Rong Jin’s lips vanished in an instant.
“Show me the bid proposal.”
Xiao Qiangwei quickly grabbed the iPad from the side, pulled up the eighteenth version of the bid, and handed it to her respectfully.
Rong Jin lowered her head to review it seriously.
The car suddenly swerved sharply. Caught off guard, Rong Jin lost her grip, and the iPad flew out of her hand, landing with a dull thud.
Xiao Qiangwei nearly tumbled to the floor of the car.
The young driver was drenched in sweat. “A wild cow just ran across!”
Xiao Qiangwei: “…”
Before Xiao Qiangwei could steady herself, the car took another sharp turn.
The young driver leaned over to explain, “Some sheep wandered onto the road.”
Xiao Qiangwei: “…”
Not for nothing was this the great American countryside.
The car swerved again.
Xiao Qiangwei exploded in anger. “What now?!”
The young driver pointed out the window—a flock of wild ducks waddled past in a flurry.
“…”
At a fork in the suburban road, a beat-up Mitsubishi suddenly darted out, blaring rock music from its speakers.
The car lurched erratically, bouncing all over, swaying side to side.
A group of drunk young people rocked inside to the music, slurring nonsense.
The young driver had been pointing out the ducks to Xiao Qiangwei and didn’t notice the Mitsubishi until it was too late.
The Ferrari let out a piercing screech as it braked.
There was a massive “bang.”
The Ferrari collided with the Mitsubishi. The Mitsubishi’s front end crumpled into the Ferrari’s rear, the huge inertia and impact force causing both cars to stall instantly.
Smoke billowed out.
Rong Jin had been bending down to pick up the iPad and had no idea what happened. Suddenly, the car jolted violently, and her head throbbed with intense pain.
Blood trickled slowly down from her temple.
In a daze, she heard Xiao Qiangwei’s heart-wrenching cries and pleas for help.
What an ugly cry.
Rong Jin tried to make a sound, but her throat felt blocked—she couldn’t speak.
Her throat itched, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Xiao Qiangwei’s cries grew louder.
If she had the energy to cry like that, she was probably unhurt.
Rong Jin thought as her consciousness faded.
She could even feel her soul detaching from her body—light and ethereal.
Reflecting on her twenty-plus years, her life had been more exciting than most, but she never imagined it would end in a car accident.
In the face of death, people were all the same.
She might really be dying.
Her parents at home were still healthy. As their only daughter, they’d raised her freely without much interference. She’d been too busy all these years to visit often.
She hoped they wouldn’t grieve too much.
She held sixty-one percent of Rong Corporation’s shares, and the company revolved around her. If she died, Rong Corporation would face a dire situation.
And…
If she died, the Municipal Committee’s investment project would be handed straight to Su Qingqiu.
So unwilling.
The rainy weather back home had lasted nearly a week.
One week later.
In B City’s South Second Ring, Chengbei Gongguan Villa District.
The king of villas sat at the center of the district—four stories tall, over nine hundred square meters in total.
In a second-floor room, intricate patterned curtains were drawn tight, plunging the space into darkness.
The room was spacious, with a grand pink princess bed at the center—luxurious and opulent, all bedding in shades of pink.
The ceiling was custom-designed: flick the switch on the bedside table before bed, and it transformed into a brilliant starry sky.
Countless stars scattered across the room, like being in outer space.
In the soft bedding’s center lay a person, sunk into a sea of pink.
It was a little girl, about four or five years old, already showing the makings of a beauty. Her fair little face was pale, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, tiny brows furrowed in uneasy sleep.
Su Qingqiu sat by the bed, brows tightly knit, face haggard, dark circles under her eyes.
She had been watching over Su Xijing for a full week.
The doctor examined Su Xijing’s body, then checked her breathing—steady and even.
He shook his head. “I’ve never seen a patient like this. I’m afraid I’m powerless.”
Ever since Su Xijing developed a low fever on her birthday banquet, it hadn’t broken. The persistent low-grade fever lasted seven days and nights.
Her vital signs were stable; she could swallow food fed to her, but she wouldn’t wake. Even B City’s top doctors couldn’t explain it.
Su Qingqiu gripped Su Xijing’s tiny hand—soft and limp.
Her eyes reddened.
She’d been one in a million lucky back then to have Su Xijing.
Su Xijing was like a gift from heaven. Su Qingqiu would give everything to let her grow up safe and happy.
Was all that luck from back then now being taken back by fate?
After seeing the doctor out, Aunt Zhao knocked and entered. “Miss, please eat something. You’ve been staying up without rest to watch over Little Miss—if you don’t eat, your body won’t hold up.”
Aunt Zhao had come with Su Qingqiu from the Su Family, had taken care of her for years, and still called her “Miss” out of habit.
“I’m fine,” Su Qingqiu rasped.
Aunt Zhao wanted to persuade her further but didn’t know what to say. She could only sigh heavily.
No one had seen Su Qingqiu—the aloof and noble one—like this.
“There’s a guest who’s been waiting outside for two days. Maybe you should see her?”
“I don’t want to see anyone.”
Aunt Zhao pressed, “If Little Miss wakes up and sees you this worn out, she’ll be upset.”
Su Qingqiu looked up abruptly.
Aunt Zhao met her gaze.
Three seconds later, Su Qingqiu averted her eyes and asked softly, “Who is it?”
Aunt Zhao: “She says her name is Xiao Qiangwei.”
Su Qingqiu frowned.
She half-knelt by the bed, touched Su Xijing’s little face, and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Mommy will be right back.”
Su Qingqiu followed Aunt Zhao out of the room.
Lightning flashed outside the window, followed by thunder rumbling loudly.
Torrential rain poured down.
The room fell silent.
In the pitch darkness, Su Xijing’s eyelashes trembled twice. She slowly opened her eyes.
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