"Madam, you look so beautiful; these pieces of jewelry suit you perfectly."
The servant crouched slightly in front of Su Moli, her face filled with flattery. Su Moli glanced at the necklace around her neck. In a fit of anger, she yanked it off violently and snapped:
"Something worth only tens of thousands? Completely lacking in class!"
The maid trembled in fear, unable to comprehend why the usually kind mistress had become so temperamental, losing her cool over the smallest things.
Su Moli’s gaze landed on the few pieces of jewelry sitting on the dressing table, and the longer she looked at them, the angrier she felt. Was this all Su Jin had?
No, something didn’t add up! She distinctly remembered that back when the old man was still alive, he had left behind several sets of exquisite jewelry for her. Those were rare treasures—so rare that even within the jewelry industry, such pieces were hard to find. She had coveted them for a long time and had scolded the old man for his favoritism. Despite having the same father, Su Jin was treated like a proper lady of wealth—the cherished daughter of a well-off family!
But she? She felt like an outsider, never truly cared for!
So, where had those pieces of jewelry gone?
They were worth a considerable fortune.
At that moment, Chu Yunhao walked in. His handsome face carried a shadow of gloom. Su Moli dismissed the maid, then put on a forced smile and warmly approached him as he entered:
"Yunhao, what’s wrong? Why do you look so upset?"
Chu Yunhao ignored her, his eyes fixed on her face.
Su Moli clenched her teeth in secret hatred. Every time he stared at her face, he wasn’t truly looking at *her*. He was seeing *through* her. He was looking at Su Jin!
That despicable woman who was already dead, yet somehow still had the ability to haunt him!
But how could she possibly be jealous of a corpse?
Suppressing the resentment in her heart, she wrapped her arms around him from behind and said:
"Yunhao, I remember Su Jin had several sets of particularly valuable jewelry. Do you know where she kept them?"
Chu Yunhao abruptly shoved her away, the force was so strong that she fell to the ground. She turned pale with fury and couldn’t help but question him:
"What is wrong with you?!"
"I’ve told you before—don’t mention her."
"Ha! You forbid me from bringing her up, yet this house is filled with her shadow. You refuse to throw away anything she used, and even some decorations—you won’t let anyone touch them! Chu Yunhao, what exactly are you trying to say? You’re the one who killed her with your own hands, but now you’re putting on this act of undying love—for whose benefit?!"
Before she could finish speaking, her neck was suddenly gripped in a fierce chokehold. Chu Yunhao glared at her with murderous intent and threatened:
"Su Moli, if you’re smart enough, you’d do best to keep your mouth shut."
Su Moli struggled to breathe, sensing the killing intent in his eyes. Fear began to rise in her heart, and she desperately wanted to plead for mercy, but her constricted throat made breathing hard enough, let alone speaking.
Finally, Chu Yunhao released her brutally, throwing her aside with no trace of sympathy. He stared at her coldly and said in a low voice:
"Her belongings are all stored in the bank. If you’ve got the guts, go and take them."
Su Moli didn’t care about the pain in her throat; her voice was urgent as she asked:
"Really? All that jewelry is in the bank?"
Chu Yunhao looked at her face, seeing the greed in her eyes. The more he saw it, the deeper his disgust grew.
No matter how well she mimicked, she would never be Su Jin.
Su Jin had a somewhat aloof personality, but when she was with him, she was as gentle as water, trusting him wholeheartedly.
It was precisely because of this that he had been able to gradually establish himself in the Su Shi Group, even eventually usurping her position.
He had wanted money, power—everything. Step by step, he had taken it all from Su Jin. But...
He couldn’t tolerate the fact that his success had come from deceiving a woman. So, he had destroyed her.
Yet now, as his gaze lingered on a face resembling hers, he found himself losing control.
Su Jin, when you died... did you resent me deeply?