Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Nan Yao’s spirits were low after she suffered a blow during the sponsors’ meeting. Her entire countenance was melancholy and she felt depressed and weak as she looked at Ding Shuman. “Mother, so what if she’s a b*tch? Look how capable she is in seducing men, she can get anyone she wants and somehow managed to catch a big fish too.”
Originally, Nan Yao had wanted to show off to Nan Zhi that she had stolen her father, her fiancé and her status as the young miss of the Nan family.
If everything had gone according to plan, Nan Zhi should be very ashamed of herself and could not lift her head in front of her.
In the end, she seduced two men that were more outstanding than Bo Shaoxiu.
The more Nan Yao dwelled on it, the angrier and more depressed she got. Her abdomen also started to hurt from the negative emotions swirling about inside her.
“At this rate, I’ll definitely lose the bet with Nan Zhi. Mother, so many people in the broadcasting company envied me before. Now, all of them are laughing at me. I’m going to lose before I even get on the battlefield!”
Ding Shuman’s heart ached when she looked at the distressed Nan Yao. With gentle hands, she wiped the tears away for her precious daughter. Gritting her teeth, she reassured her, “Yaoyao, the show hasn’t been recorded yet, and it hasn’t been aired either. How are you so certain that you lost?”
Nan Yao stared at Ding Shuman with red eyes. “Mother, it’s my fault. I wanted to avenge you since Nan Zhi slapped you. I wanted to use the chance to kick her out of the broadcasting company. In the end…”
“Yaoyao, do you think I’m easy to bully? I will return that b*tch things several times worse than that slap.”
Nan Yao’s heart trembled when she saw the coldness exuding from Ding Shuman’s eyes. “Mother, do you have a way to make Nan Zhi lose to me?”
With a disdainful smirk, Ding Shuman sneered coldly, “Does that b*tch think that I’m not doing anything because I’m afraid of her? Just wait, I’ll make her lose terribly!”
…
Nan Zhi was busy the entire morning as she was moving to a new office in the afternoon so needed to pack.
After the busy move, Nan Zhi was a little tired, so she lay on the office desk to sleep for a while.
She was awoken by her phone’s ringtone.
Nan Zhi accepted the call in her sleepy daze. However, she woke up immediately from the words on the other end of the line.
“Auntie He, what did you say?”
The person on the other end of the call repeated what they said. “Xiao Zhi, come over quickly if you can. Something’s happened.”
Immediately after ending the call, Nan Zhi applied for a half-day leave from Zhang Yijun, with a pale face from what she’s heard.
She drove to Wind Town in a hurry.
Wind Town was about two hours away from the city. Nan Zhi called Mu Sihan on her way to tell him that she could not eat dinner with him anymore. However, the call was rejected after two rings.
When she finally reached the town, she drove for another ten minutes to a grape plantation.
A woman in her fifties was standing by the road and waved her down. As the car stopped, she hurriedly approached Nan Zhi as she stepped out of the car. “Xiao Zhi.”
Nan Zhi ran in front of Auntie He and grabbed her calloused hands tightly. “Auntie He, what happened to my grandparents’ grave?”
Auntie He had tears in her eyes. “I’ll take you there right away.”
Nan Zhi’s maternal grandmother grew up on this mountain, they had a very strong and loving relationship. After her grandmother passed away, her grandfather buried her in this mountain. He then left a spot for himself next to her grandmother on the day she was buried. He asked her mother to bury him with her grandmother after he passed away. They wanted to continue to be together in the afterlife.
Auntie He used to be a helper at her grandfather’s house. Since their passing, she continued to come to look after her grandparents’ grave after he had departed this world.
Nothing had happened in so many years.
Nan Zhi rushed to where the graves were. The two tombstones were splattered in a horrendous, glaring red.
Someone had splashed red paint on the tombstones. It was frightening to see the bright red marks dripping down the tombstones like a heinous taint.
Nan Zhi’s heart seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible black hand when she saw the scene. A severe pang of agony wrenched at her chest and she felt sick to the stomach.
She bit on the side of her cheeks tightly as her eyes were covered in a layer of moisture from the anger and sadness.
Who would do such a terrible thing?
Who would treat her grandparents like this? They would not even let them be at peace after passing on.
