His secretive act piqued Rong Shu’s curiosity. “Tell me first, and then I’ll decide if I’m going.” Li Chuan sighed. “Where’s the fun in that? If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.” Seeing his crestfallen expression, Rong Shu couldn’t help but laugh. Just as Fu Jingtian emerged from the doorway, he saw a man leaning close to Rong Shu’s ear, whispering something to her. She was laughing with pure delight, her eyes shining. He had been about to get into his car, but now he stopped, turning to fix his gaze on the couple. His eyes turned glacial, filled with a bone-deep chill. She had never once laughed like that during their marriage. Instead, there had only been her incessant nagging about trivial matters. And whenever she looked at him, her eyes had always been so timid, so careful. He’d hated it, in truth. Found it utterly irritating. He never imagined that divorce would transform her. She was a different person now, radiating a dazzling light from within. Was it because of that man? A cold sneer touched Fu Jingtian’s lips. A faithless woman with no self-respect. She wasn’t worth a second glance. “Sir?” Assistant Zhang ventured, seeing his boss just standing there. Fu Jingtian tore his gaze away and got into the car. “Drive.” Assistant Zhang wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he could have sworn his boss was furious. The look on his face was terrifying… As Rong Shu settled into the passenger seat, she caught sight of Fu Jingtian’s car pulling away. As the car moved, she stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, lost in thought. Her somber mood did not escape Li Chuan. Masking his own feelings, he asked gently, “What’s on your mind?” Rong Shu snapped out of it, offering a small smile. “Nothing.” From her vantage point, Li Chuan’s profile was striking, his features so defined they gave him an almost Eurasian look. Fu Jingtian had been the campus heartthrob back in their school days, but Li Chuan was every bit his equal. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, he had the build of an international supermodel. “Why… did you choose modeling?” Rong Shu had always assumed that with his grades, he would have pursued a more academic path. “I went to an audition on a whim once and, unexpectedly, I’ve been in the business ever since.” He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, asking with feigned nonchalance, “You don’t approve of the profession?” Rong Shu shook her head, her gaze softening. “It’s not that at all. As long as you’re successful and making a name for yourself, it doesn’t matter what field you’re in.” A smile lit up in his eyes as he brought the car to a smooth stop. “We’re here.” Before them stood a quaint, two-story villa with a vintage charm. An old man with a full head of white hair sat on the porch in a wicker chair, sipping tea. The old man turned, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “My girl.” Rong Shu froze, staring in disbelief. The old man sighed. “I know everything that’s happened. You’ve been through so much.” Her eyes stung, and she collapsed at his knees. “Grandfather, where have you been all these years?” Six years ago, when funds were embezzled from the Tiansheng Company, all the evidence had pointed to her father. He was not only dismissed by the board of directors but also faced prison. Then, his wife and stepdaughter fled with what money they had, and her father, overcome with depression, had taken his own life. “I’ve been investigating the embezzlement all this time,” the old man said. “I discovered it’s connected to the Sansheng Group. Your father was framed, made a scapegoat.” The Sansheng Group was the largest real estate company in Haicheng, and its chairman was Gu Yaotian—Gu Manyin’s father. While Rong Shu was still processing this, the old man produced a file and placed it in her hands. “My girl, this is a fifty-one percent stake in the Tiansheng Company. Don’t ask how I got it. I know you need it.” Rong Shu’s lips tightened, her expression resolute. “I will find the ones who framed my father and clear his name. I won’t let you down.”