Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Early the next morning, Ji Nuan went back to the Ji family.

Ji Hongwen remained the same after the three years. When he was in good condition, he could walk independently, but when he wasn’t, he had to walk slowly or ask an assistant to help him. But fortunately, Ji Hongwen didn’t have any major disease, and the Ji family didn’t go bankrupt, so he didn’t die in the hospital with regret. The Ji family stood more firmly in the business circle than before with an investment Ji Nuan made on the Ji Corporation one year ago and some new projects.

“Dad, I heard that Mengran returned to Hai City two years ago. Hasn’t she told you where she was that year?” Ji Nuan helped Ji Hongwen walk on the lawn of the Ji family’s front yard.

Ji Hongwen smiled. “No, but at least she’s still alive. Since she didn’t want to tell me, I didn’t ask her. Besides, after coming back, she seldom went back home in the past two years, but…”

He paused and took a look at Ji Nuan. “She doesn’t take the Ji family as her home anymore, and I seldom see her. The only thing I know for sure is that she doesn’t need to worry about her living. I think she must have found a good patron. A few days ago, a servant told me that she saw Mengran in a department store, and she got into the Sheng family’s car.”

The Sheng family?

Sheng Yihan?

Ji Nuan paused and silently exchanged a glance with Ji Hongwen.

Even if Ji Hongwen didn’t say it explicitly, his meaning was obvious. He was giving her some hints. Ji Mengran was his own daughter, so he couldn’t explicitly remind Ji Nuan to be careful of the Sheng family but implied it to her.

Ji Nuan continued to help Ji Hongwen walk, saying, “I see. Please rest assured. As long as Mengran doesn’t come against me, I won’t touch her.”

Ji Hongwen sighed. “I hope she won’t pick on you. Even if she does, with her ability, she will only disgrace herself.”

“How’s that possible? You underestimate your daughter. Mengran is a very sophisticated person. She won’t be beaten easily, let alone now that she has Sheng Yihan behind her, right?” Ji Nuan smiled, coaxing Ji Hongwen, but to Ji Mengran, she would never ever relent.

Ji Hongwen shook his head, sighed, and asked her to help him to a bench in the yard.

After sitting down, Ji Hongwen sighed again. “If only Sheng Yihan really loves her, but I watched him grow up. No one knows better than me, which one of you he really loves. A person like him won’t change his mind easily. I’m afraid he let Mengran stay with him with ulterior motives.”

It was nothing about love. The two of them stayed together just to take advantage of each other.

Ji Nuan didn’t say anymore but just smiled. “Dad, don’t worry. She is no longer a kid. Everyone is the master of their own life. The path she wants to take is also her own choice. You can’t decide for her.”

Ji Hongwen nodded, sighing. “Yes, you’ve both grown up, and I can’t make choices for you. You both have your objectives to achieve. You, in particular, have become the norm for young women entrepreneurs in just a few years. I wasn’t as good as you when I was younger.”

With that, Ji Hongwen paused before he went on. “It has been so many years since your mother died. Let’s go to the temple to visit her when I feel better in a few days. Let her see how successful you are and put her at ease in heaven.”

“Okay.” Ji Nuan helped him up from the bench.

…

In the afternoon, before the MN group went off work, Ji Nuan went to the company.

Seeing her come, Xia Tian came up to her with her round belly. “Did you go to the Ji family to see your father this morning?” she asked, leaning over her desk.

“En.”

She told her to sit aside instead of dangling her belly in front of her eyes, then picked up the phone, walked to the window, and picked it up.

“Miss Ji, no one receives the things you sent to Los Angeles from Britain. Shall we send them back to London or what?”

“No one received them? But I had been sending stuff to that address in the last few years.”

“Well, you sent some stuff to prison every few months indeed, but Elder Su had died two years ago. If Su Zhilan can’t receive it, no one will receive it for her. I forgot to tell you that Su Zhilan committed suicide by taking poison in prison at the end of last month…”

Ji Nuan remained deadpan and indifferently looked out the French window at the street view.

“Suicide by poison?”

“Yes, Su Zhilan committed suicide on the 28th of last month.”

“I see. Destroy all the things I sent.”

“Okay, what else can I do for you, Miss Ji?”

“What was she like when she died? Did blood ooze from her eyes, nose, and mouth? Is it because she took chronic poison for a long time?”

The other side of the line was surprised to hear her words. “How did you know?”

Ji Nuan hung up without another word.

Ji Nuan just got back yesterday, and Xia Tian hadn’t had a chance to talk to her. Today, she had been waiting for Ji Nuan all morning. However, when she finally got Ji Nuan back, she answered the phone and just stood by the window. Her back looked so cold that she dared not approach her.

“What’s up?” Xia Tian asked.

Ji Nuan turned back to his desk and sat down in silence.

Su Zhilan died.

She committed suicide by taking poison?!

Ji Nuan had contacted Su Xueyi’s parents, asking them to send her Su Xueyi’s belongings and her childhood diary. She read the diaries that Su Xueyi wrote when she was a child and chose the ones in which Su Xueyi wrote about hanging out with her cousin Su Zhilan and how much they loved each other. Every few months, she would post Su Xueyi’s diary and belongings to Su Zhilan’s prison when she got time.

One silly girl trusted her cousin so much that she paid her own life for this trust, and the other was locked up in prison and was deprived of freedom forever.

Ji Nuan had never forgotten the pool of blood between her legs after she fell off the car on that Los Angeles freeway, nor had she forgotten to avenge her child. Even though Su Zhilan had been punished as she deserved, wasting away in prison, attempting suicide several times, and almost not being able to live, she still used these things to torture her again and again.

Before flying back to Hai City from London, Ji Nuan sent Su Xueyi’s last diary entry and belongings to Su Zhilan, but to her surprise, Su Zhilan died.

Su Zhilan ended up and died exactly as she had in her previous life!