"Sir has taken care of your grandmother's medical bills, Miss Rong." The driver handed her a stack of receipts. Rong Jin’s hands trembled as she took the papers. Scanning the list of medications, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Did Song Shi send you to get me?" she asked, a flicker of hope in her voice. She knew there were security cameras in front of the building. Song Shi must have seen her! The driver shook his head. "Mr. Song took everything from you. He said you were no better than a dog. What hope could you possibly have left?" He pulled open the rear passenger door. "Miss Rong, if you please." Rong Jin looked up and saw a man in the back seat. His legs were crossed, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. He just sat there, exuding an aura that kept the world at bay. "I don't know your employer..." "Whatever you want to know, Sir will tell you," the driver said. "And I should mention, he doesn't like to be kept waiting." Rong Jin understood the unspoken threat. She had no idea who this man was, but her desperation for the truth was overwhelming. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself up from the pavement. The movement tore at the wound on her leg, and fresh blood seeped through her clothing. The driver quickly bandaged it for her and handed her a large bath towel. Rong Jin wrapped it around herself and slid into the car, taking the seat next to the man. The car started moving. In the dim interior light, Rong Jin caught the man's flawless profile as he held a cigarette between his long fingers... That profile. It seemed so familiar. Rong Jin moistened her lips. "What is it you have to tell me?" The man didn't answer, merely turning his head. His cold eyes swept over her before finally landing on her neck. "Give me back the necklace," he said, his voice a low, cool drawl. Her hand flew to her throat, instinctively clutching the necklace. The word *back* echoed in her mind, and the truth hit her like a physical blow. It belonged to the man from that night. A tremor of pure rage shot through her. "S-so it was you," she stammered. "You were the man from that night!" His profile—she’d seen it before, in a photograph! "You sent the text message, didn't you?" she demanded, raising her hand to slap him. "You bastard!" "I didn't send you a text, but I did book the room." The man's gaze flickered up to meet hers. "Want to know why you walked into my room that night?" Rong Jin’s hand froze mid-swing. She remembered it then—walking up to the door, her hand raised to knock, when someone shoved her violently from behind. "Are you kidding me?" Rong Jin scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "You booked the room. If you didn't send the text, who did? We're strangers. Why would you do this to me?" Fu Xiaoquan sneered. "Pathetic." Before Rong Jin could respond, he reached out and snatched the necklace from her neck. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began meticulously wiping it down as he gave an order to the driver. "To the hotel. Time to show Miss Rong the truth." "Yes, Sir." A short while later, the car pulled into the underground garage of the Lanting Hotel. The place held only bitter memories for Rong Jin, and she shuddered as scenes from that morning flashed through her mind. With her leg wrapped in gauze and her body still damp, she must have looked a pathetic sight. She followed Fu Xiaoquan into one of the rooms, clutching the towel around her shoulders, and asked with a frown, "So, where is this truth?" Fu Xiaoquan shot a sidelong glance at the driver. The driver immediately picked up a remote and turned on the large television mounted on the wall. The image of another hotel room materialized on the screen—it was a live surveillance feed. Rong Jin watched as two familiar figures entered the room. It was Song Shi, the man who had just divorced her, and her supposed best friend, Ning Yun. "Shi, congratulations. You finally got everything you wanted." Ning Yun wrapped her arms around him from behind, her slender hands roaming his chest. "You really are ruthless, though. You didn't leave Rong Jin a single cent. And I hear her grandmother's medications are outrageously expensive." "She's an old hag. It'd be better if she just died," Song Shi said, his voice laced with ice. He turned and pulled Ning Yun into a deep kiss. "And I couldn't have done it without you getting that leverage on the board members. It's the only way I could get my hands on their Shenhe shares and seize control of the company." "Well, you're my man. Who else am I going to help?" Ning Yun purred, tapping him on the chest. "I've already smoothed things over with the police. Even if Rong Jin survives, she'll never uncover the truth. Still... to go after your own adoptive parents? Aren't you afraid of anything?" Hearing Ning Yun's words, Rong Jin's mind went completely blank. Her body swayed, and she collapsed backward into a solid, unyielding chest. Her parents… their deaths weren’t an accident. Song Shi had killed them.