The icy river water wrapped around her, carrying a bone-chilling chill. Su Qingyuan's consciousness gradually blurred amidst the suffocating pain.
Still echoing in her ears were the sharp, mocking tones of her stepsister, Su Manni: "Sister, you go in peace. Haoyu and I will take good care of the Su family." And the indifferent words of her fiancé, Lin Haoyu: "Qingyuan, don't blame us. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for standing in our way."
Her body sank continuously. The scenes of her past life flashed before her eyes like a movie—
The figure of her collapsing in grief when the news of her parents' accidental death arrived; the despair as the company's core secrets were leaked and stock prices plummeted; the blinding scene of Lin Haoyu and Su Manni embracing at the celebration banquet the day the Su Group changed hands; and finally, the betrayal when she was lured to the riverside to "clear her mind" and pushed into the icy water...
All the conspiracies and schemes converged at this moment into a deadly whirlpool, swallowing her whole.
"No—!"
Violent coughing jolted Su Qingyuan awake.
Dazzling sunlight poured in through the familiar French windows, casting warm spots on the beige carpet. She subconsciously reached for her neck—no suffocating pain. She gasped for breath and looked around—this was her bedroom before her marriage, the master bedroom on the second floor of the Su Villa.
Trembling, she grabbed the electronic calendar on the bedside table. It clearly displayed: January 30, 2026.
Three months until her parents' "accidental" death.Four months until the company was hollowed out and the Su Group changed hands.Until that fatal betrayal—everything was still in time!
From the initial daze to the ecstasy of confirming her rebirth, and finally to the calm determination that settled quickly, Su Qingyuan's expression underwent a shocking transformation in just a few minutes. She walked to the vanity mirror and looked at the face in the glass—still somewhat youthful, but now hiding a sharp edge. She slowly clenched her fists.
Her fingernails digging deep into her palms brought a stinging pain that confirmed this wasn't a dream.
"Lin Haoyu, Su Manni," she said to her reflection, word for word, her voice low but carrying an unwavering firmness. "In this life, everything you owe me, everything you owe the Su family, I will take back—with interest."
The sunlight outside was just right, but it could not pierce the flames of revenge burning deep in her eyes.
This rebirth was destined to be a redemption paid in blood.
At this moment, Su Qingyuan's brain began to spin at high speed. In her past life, she had been naive and weak, deceived by Lin Haoyu's gentle facade, knowing nothing of company affairs, which allowed her to be slaughtered after her father died. But in this life—
She quickly opened her computer and pulled up the Su Group's financial reports from recent years. In the past, she had never cared about these, but now, reborn, she needed to grasp the company's lifeline as fast as possible.
Three hours later, when Su Qingyuan closed the laptop, her eyes were clear.
She found it—the source of the leak in her past life was none other than Lin Haoyu's mole planted in the R&D department. And the "accidental" car crash three months from now... that was likely no accident either.
"In this life, I will never let you succeed again."
She picked up her phone and dialed a number: "Uncle Wang, help me check someone out. Lin Haoyu. I want his whereabouts and call records for the last six months. Yes, I need it now."
Hanging up, Su Qingyuan looked out the window. The game of revenge began officially at this moment.
And she knew that fighting Lin Haoyu and the forces behind him with her own strength was far from enough. She needed a powerful ally—a backer strong enough to terrify all petty schemers and make Lin Haoyu dare not act rashly.
A name surfaced in her mind: Gu Ting-shen.
The man standing at the pinnacle of the business world, a legend even Lin Haoyu had to look up to. In her past life, she had only seen his photo in financial magazines—cold, distant, and incomparably arrogant.
But in this, she would personally drag him into her game.