After Awakening, She Tore Apart Her Enemies and Joined the Army on an Island - Chapter 7

Hao Youli also kept a ledger documenting Shen Wuyang’s illicit sales of shipyard parts, falsified revenue reports, and acceptance of bribes from third parties, totaling over fifty thousand.

The location where Shen Wuyang stored his ill-gotten gains was a private residence he owned within the city.

Heh! So, these unscrupulous people all had a backup plan.

Following the list, Su Meng collected the Su family’s assets, took some incriminating documents from Hao Youli’s study, and thoughtfully planted them in his rival’s office.

Then, she slipped into the night and infiltrated Shen Wuyang’s residence.

The house was just three streets away from the Su Mansion.

Inside, the decor was simple, with no signs of anyone having lived there.

However, in the corner of the yard’s storage room, Su Meng keenly noticed traces of disturbed soil.

He had indeed learned his lesson, modeled after the Su family’s hidden chamber, he had built a secret room inside the storage shed.

Inside were not only the illicit funds recorded by Hao Youli but also some shipyard materials, likely not yet traded.

Su Meng left everything untouched and added another piece of evidence to the materials incriminating Shen Wuyang.

Originally, she only had Shen Wuyang’s identification and the agreement he signed with Zhong Cuilin, which wasn’t enough to ensure his conviction.

But now, she was fully confident.

Embezzling public property, accepting bribes, and misappropriating funds, any one of these charges was enough to convict him.

Heh! Shen Wuyang, it’s time for you to meet your end.

But as she turned to leave, she nearly tripped over something rope-like.

Su Meng chuckled wryly, shaking off the… tape tangled around her foot, and walked out.

After a night of hard work, she wasn’t in a hurry to return and slipped into her space.

Unbeknownst to her, trouble had struck the Su Mansion.

At that moment, Zhong Wanrou, stepping into the morning light, pushed open the courtyard gate just ahead of Shen Wuyang.

“Ah~ We’ve been robbed!”

Hearing her cry, Shen Wuyang’s face darkened as he rushed inside. Seeing the empty hall, his mind went blank with a buzzing sound.

It wasn’t until Zhong Wanrou, like a whirlwind, dashed through all the rooms on the second floor and collapsed weakly against the railing, weeping loudly, that Shen Wuyang snapped back to reality.

“Cry, cry, cry… all you do is cry. It’s annoying. Shut up!”

He punched the wall, his eyes cold, violent, and terrifying.

Zhong Wanrou’s sobs caught in her throat, her expression dazed.

Her gaze drifted vacantly toward her room as she inwardly wailed.

Gone!

Everything’s gone!

The water droplet pendant is missing!

Her space is gone!

Yesterday, she had been so overwhelmed by the joy of rebirth.

It wasn’t until she woke up in Wang Guangming’s bed this morning that she remembered the most important thing, she hadn’t yet retrieved her space.

But now, it was all gone!

The Su Mansion was left with nothing but bare walls.

Zhong Wanrou was deeply unwilling.

A flicker of madness shone in her eyes.

The remaining wealth of the Su family could only belong to her.

No one else was allowed to touch it.

Even without the space, she could still rely on her past life’s experiences to thrive.

If Su Meng knew what was good for her and revealed the Su family’s wealth, she might kindly leave her some money to get by.

Otherwise, no one would have it easy!

“Su Meng, you’d better be sensible!”

Shen Wuyang emerged from the room just in time to hear her gritting out those words.

He strode forward, grabbed Zhong Wanrou by the collar, and demanded fiercely, “What do you know? Spit it out!”

Zhong Wanrou froze in fear, then frantically clawed and slapped at his arm. “Let me go! Dad, let me go. I came back with you, and I don’t know anything either.”

“Don’t play games with me! You just mentioned Su Meng, what’s going on?”

Zhong Wanrou shook her head, struggling as tears flew. She would never reveal that she had been reborn, but facing Shen Wuyang’s murderous glare and dark expression, she grew terrified.

Remembering how he had mercilessly thrown her to the sailors in her past life, his words like a gleaming executioner’s blade, piercing her heart a thousand times over, “My daughter is young and beautiful; I’m giving her to you gentlemen”, she shuddered. Now, with his wealth gone, she had no idea how crazed Shen Wuyang might become.

Would he kill her or sell her off again? She didn’t dare gamble!

Staring into his seething, murderous dark eyes, she couldn’t think of any way to escape.

“Are you sure it wasn’t you?”

Hearing his icy words, Zhong Wanrou desperately tried to pry his arm away, shaking her head so hard it became a blur. “It wasn’t me, really it wasn’t! Dad, why won’t you believe me?”

Just as Shen Wuyang was about to lift and throw her off the building, Zhong Wanrou despaired, closing her eyes in fear. In her panic, she found an unexpected burst of strength and managed to break free slightly from his grip.

Screaming as if her life depended on it, she cried, “Dad, how could I possibly empty the house in broad daylight? If you don’t believe me, ask the neighbors!”

Shen Wuyang paused, coldly staring at her for a few seconds. The chill around him lessened slightly as he shoved her away like trash. Then, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his hands indifferently and walked downstairs without looking back, leaving behind a single sentence: “It better not have been you!”

“It wasn’t!” Zhong Wanrou shouted at his retreating, cold figure.

Suddenly, Su Meng’s words echoed in her mind, “Do you even know who your father is?” She thought, Shen Wuyang definitely wasn’t her father. Otherwise, in her past life, he wouldn’t have so coldly and decisively offered her up.

And now, with the house robbed, he didn’t even investigate but immediately suspected her, even harboring murderous intent toward her. Even a vicious tiger wouldn’t harm its own cub. Was he a father? Did he deserve to be?

Zhong Wanrou smiled bitterly, lifting her arm to wipe away her tears. Her eyes, cleansed by the tears, shifted from clarity and sorrow to a deep, shadowy darkness. Clenching her fists, her teeth gritting audibly, she radiated grief and… murderous intent.

She didn’t want such a cold-blooded, heartless father anymore!

What a pity! Zhong Cuilin was imprisoned. Otherwise, it would have been perfect to send them both to the underworld together.

Zhong Wanrou chuckled softly to herself. In that moment, she forgot her hatred for Su Meng and never considered whether the emptied house might be related to her. It wasn’t that, she simply looked down on Su Meng.

Ever since Zhong Cuilin became the mistress of the Su family, Su Meng had been like a puppet. Whatever Zhong Cuilin said, Su Meng did. Zhong Cuilin even sent Su Meng abroad, claiming it was for further studies, just because she didn’t want to see her at home. And Su Meng accepted it gladly, staying away for eight years.

Tch! That fool!

Zhong Wanrou brushed aside the stray hairs by her ear and headed straight to Wang Guangming’s house. After graduating from Shanghai International School, she had found a job at the neighborhood committee. Now, she and Wang Guangming, the deputy director, were colleagues and in a superior-subordinate relationship.

“Knock, knock, knock! Comrade Guangming, I have a work-related matter I’d like to consult you about.”

Standing in front of the closed door of the detached house, she ignored the curious glances of passersby, calm and composed.

Wang Guangming opened the door, his eyes smiling as his gaze lingered on her. “Come in!”

As soon as the door closed, Zhong Wanrou’s small hands wrapped around his lean waist, and she coquettishly pleaded, “Brother Guangming, my home was completely ransacked. Can you help me?”

Zhong Wanrou wanted to go to Yangcheng ahead of schedule, but she no longer had her household registration booklet and needed Wang Guangming’s help to issue a few documents.

Wang Guangming froze for a moment, brushed off the ash on his clothes, and tilted his head to ask, “Your home was robbed? Did you report it to the police?”

The Su family was one of the wealthiest in Shanghai.

Who could have acted so swiftly?

He felt a pang of regret. If he hadn’t been so hesitant, the vast Su family fortune could have been his.

Unaware of his thoughts, Zhong Wanrou assumed he was merely captivated by her beauty.

She leaned in closer, her red lips parting as she spoke slowly, “I think it was reported. Brother Guangming…”