Dawn spilled over the eastern hills, soft gold filtering through the high windows of the Jiang estate. The light found its way to the woman standing by the balcony rail—Jiang Li Na—and traced the faint outline of calm determination in her face.
Her reflection on the glass looked almost unfamiliar. The same delicate jaw, the same quiet eyes… yet the stillness inside them was different. Gone was the frantic uncertainty of the woman who once begged for affection and destroyed herself for it. In her place stood someone who remembered every wound, every betrayal, every tear—and refused to repeat them.
Behind her, the room stirred with faint noises: the rustle of curtains, the click of a door. Aunt Mei, the senior housekeeper, entered carrying the morning tea tray. She was the first reminder of the past repeating.
Exactly three years ago—in her last life—Aunt Mei had dropped that same tray on this same carpet, splashing tea across Li Na's slippers. The memory flashed vivid in her mind. Back then, she had scolded the old woman in a moment of irritation, earning the whispered resentment of the servants. That small crack had widened into gossip and isolation later.
Now, when Aunt Mei's hand trembled slightly, Li Na moved first.
"Careful, Aunt Mei," she said quietly, stepping forward to steady the tray.
The old woman blinked in surprise. The porcelain cups clinked, safe this time.
Li Na smiled faintly. "You've been up too early again."
Aunt Mei's expression softened—confused but touched. The faint lines around her mouth eased into something like gratitude. "Madam… you've become gentler lately."
Gentler, or wiser? Li Na didn't answer. She simply turned back toward the balcony, watching sunlight slide over the garden where magnolia buds swayed in the morning breeze. In her past life, she hadn't noticed such quiet beauty; she'd been too busy chasing the attention of Zhou Rui, her husband's charming cousin—the man who would later destroy everything.
Her heart hardened at the thought, though her expression stayed serene. The corners of her lips curved, but not in warmth—it was the smile of someone who had learned to wear masks better than anyone else.
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Downstairs, the breakfast table was already set.
Jiang Chen, her husband, sat at the head of the table, tie perfectly knotted, newspaper open in one hand. He looked as composed as ever—sharp suit, dark eyes unreadable. His presence filled the room the way thunder filled a summer sky: quietly, powerfully, and always a little dangerous.
Their two children were seated opposite each other.
Jiang Yan, the older boy of eight, kept glancing nervously between his parents. His brows furrowed slightly whenever his mother moved; the distrust was small but visible.
Beside him, little Jiang Mei Yu, barely five, was trying to butter her bread with both hands. She flinched when the knife clinked too loudly, then peeked up at her mother.
Li Na felt that tiny movement like a pin in her chest. In her past life, Mei Yu had always been afraid of her. She had been harsh, impatient, thinking discipline would win respect. Now she saw only a frightened child.
"Mei Yu," she said softly, moving closer. "Let Mama help you."
The girl froze. Her round face turned upward, cautious, wide-eyed.
Li Na's tone stayed even, her smile light. She guided the little hands gently, showing her how to spread the butter evenly.
Across the table, Jiang Chen's newspaper rustled. His gaze lifted, slow and assessing. His brows drew together ever so slightly—a flicker of surprise, curiosity, perhaps even suspicion. He said nothing, but his dark eyes lingered on his wife a moment longer than usual before dropping back to the page.
Li Na caught that fleeting expression from the corner of her eye. In her past life, he had looked at her like that only twice—once after she filed for divorce, and once more, coldly, at her funeral.
Now, she was alive, and he was watching her again.
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A knock came at the dining-room door.
"Madam, Mr. Zhou Rui has arrived," a servant announced.
The air thinned instantly. Even the clink of silverware seemed too loud.
Li Na's lashes lowered. There it was—the first true repetition of her past life's tragedy. On this exact morning years ago, Zhou Rui had come by under the pretext of returning some documents. Back then, she'd blushed, smiled too brightly, let him linger. That moment had been the seed of ruin.
Now, her pulse stayed steady.
"Let him in," she said, voice smooth as silk.
When Zhou Rui entered, sunlight caught the glint of his cuff links. His smile was effortless, almost dazzling—what used to make her heart race now only made her stomach twist.
"Brother Chen, Sister-in-law," he greeted, tone as honeyed as always. "You're up early as usual."
Li Na met his eyes. Beneath her calm, her gaze sliced like glass. "Some habits are worth keeping," she replied.
He paused, momentarily thrown off. Then that charming grin returned, but there was tightness at the edges now.
Jiang Chen closed his newspaper and looked at him flatly. "What brings you here so early?"
"Ah, just passing by on my way to the company," Zhou Rui said, shoulders relaxed, smile practiced. "Thought I'd deliver the documents myself."
He handed over a folder. His fingers brushed Li Na's lightly—deliberate, testing.
She didn't flinch; instead, she met his gaze directly, expression unreadable except for the faint upward curve of one brow.
The corner of his smile faltered, just barely.
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That morning would repeat many things from her past life—right down to the faint tremor of a servant's hands and the same cup of tea left cooling on the table. But this time, Jiang Li Na saw every detail as if watching a chessboard she already knew by heart.
And one by one, she would begin to change the moves.
Li Na finished her tea and placed the cup carefully on the tray, her fingers lingering on the handle for a moment as if measuring her own resolve. Outside, the morning sun was brighter now, spilling into the driveway where a sleek black sedan had just pulled up.
From the car emerged Mr. Han Qiming, a mid-level executive at Gu Group. He was tall, wiry, and meticulously dressed in a charcoal suit, his eyes sharp and watchful behind thin-framed glasses. In her past life, he had been a loyal ally, but one she had dismissed after a misunderstanding fueled by Li Wen's gossip. Today, she offered him a polite nod, a gesture of inclusion rather than oversight.
Han Qiming's lips twitched into a small, surprised smile. His posture straightened immediately, a subtle mixture of relief and admiration crossing his face. She notices me… and she trusts me again, he thought silently, feeling the old weight of past missteps lift.
Behind him, a young woman followed—a new face to Li Na. Qiao Fei, the newly appointed head of public relations, stepped lightly, her expression a practiced blend of warmth and calculation. Her almond-shaped eyes glinted with intelligence and just a trace of mischief, hinting at the sharp mind beneath her polite exterior. When she bowed slightly to Li Na, her lips curved into a tentative smile.
Li Na studied her, noting the difference between a forced smile and one that carried sincerity. "Good morning, Ms. Qiao," she said calmly. "I've been meaning to discuss the upcoming press conference. Let's ensure the story highlights our integrity clearly."
Qiao Fei's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. She nodded quickly. "Of course, Madam Gu. I… I understand completely."
From the corridor, two more figures entered, and Li Na's gaze tracked them automatically. Su Mingcheng, the finance director whose duplicity had once almost destroyed her, walked in first. His usual smug expression was tempered with caution, the faint crease between his brows betraying a rare moment of uncertainty.
Behind him was a newcomer she hadn't met before: Lin Zhuoran, a young analyst recently promoted within the company. His jet-black hair was neatly combed, and his sharp features held a curious intensity. As their eyes met, Li Na gave him a brief nod. The hint of confidence in his expression told her he was eager to prove himself—and perhaps, in this new life, he might become a loyal ally.
Jiang Chen appeared at the head of the table just as Li Na was greeting the group. His posture was perfect, his face calm yet unreadable, but the faint tightening at the corners of his eyes betrayed his interest. He had always noticed the little things—the way she now handled even former adversaries with poise, the slight upward tilt of her chin that radiated quiet authority.
"Let's begin the morning meeting," Li Na said softly, her voice carrying clearly across the room. She unfolded the documents from Zhou Rui and placed them carefully on the table. The gesture was precise, controlled.
Su Mingcheng leaned forward slightly, his eyes flickering with intent, but before he could speak, Li Na looked directly at him. "Any document presented here must first undergo verification. No exceptions," she said evenly.
He swallowed, the color draining slightly from his face. Lin Zhuoran's eyes sparkled with curiosity, while Han Qiming's lips pressed into a firm line, admiration and relief mixing in equal measure. Qiao Fei's brow furrowed faintly, impressed by Li Na's subtle dominance without aggression.
Jiang Chen's gaze lingered on Li Na for a heartbeat too long. He noted the small, controlled movements: the way she tapped her pen once against the table before speaking, the slight narrowing of her eyes when she detected hesitation, the faint lift of one corner of her mouth that hinted at amusement or challenge. He could not yet read her completely, but he could feel that she was no longer the woman she had been.
Outside the meeting room window, a delivery truck passed, and Li Na's attention flicked for a brief instant. The detail was mundane, yet in her mind, it echoed a memory from her past life—a courier who had delivered falsified documents that led to her public disgrace. She shook her head ever so slightly, dismissing the thought, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. Not this time.
The meeting unfolded with careful precision. Li Na guided each participant through the agenda, observing subtle shifts in their expressions: Lin Zhuoran's intense curiosity softened into respect, Su Mingcheng's arrogance waned under her calm scrutiny, and even Han Qiming's hesitant gestures became more confident, buoyed by her trust.
Suddenly, a faint buzz on her phone caught her attention. She glanced down discreetly. A message from an unknown number:
> "You think you've changed everything? We'll see about that."
Li Na's eyes narrowed imperceptibly, but her lips stayed serene. Li Wen, she thought. So the game begins again.
Jiang Chen noticed the slight tension in her eyes, the subtle tightening of her jaw, and the faint flicker in her otherwise calm expression. He didn't ask, didn't comment. He simply observed, sensing a shift in her presence—an authority, a resolve he had never seen before.
By the time the meeting concluded, new alliances were quietly forming. Lin Zhuoran approached her with a tentative question, Qiao Fei offered an update on media contacts, and Han Qiming lingered just enough to express support without drawing attention. Each face, each expression, carried potential—friends, rivals, or future pawns in the carefully unfolding plan that Li Na now orchestrated.
As they departed, Li Na lingered at the table, reviewing the documents once more. Zhou Rui's folder was open before her, the papers inside familiar yet neutral now. The trap that had once ensnared her was defused—her knowledge of the past acted as a shield.
She allowed herself a brief, private smile. One by one, every betrayal, every repetition of the past… I will stop them all.