"Right, I haven’t asked you yet, how did you end up going there?" An Zhiyuan’s expression was extremely serious now.
The public market in Myanmar was so dangerous, and yet Bai Xiao had actually gone there, even to gamble on stones.
"Is it not all for Bai Mei!"
Thinking of letting Bai Mei escape gave Bai Xiao a headache. Until he captured Bai Mei, he probably wouldn’t be able to live peacefully.
"How did Bai Mei get involved in this?"
Bai Xiao recounted in detail how Bai Mei had ordered someone to kidnap her and even attempted to rape her. An Zhiyuan’s face turned completely dark.
"Leave this matter to me, I’ll take care of the aftermath."
His words were so calm, Bai Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to have someone take responsibility.
She was somewhat disappointed, thinking An Zhiyuan would be furious.
After finishing the meal, An Zhiyuan left to report to the military, he had a lot on his plate.
However, he made it clear to Bai Xiao that he would come back for dinner in the evening.
This meant their life was returning to normal.
As soon as An Zhiyuan left, Bai Xiao busied herself tidying up the house, rearranging the decorative cushions on the living room sofa to ensure the colors harmonized.
She made the bed, took the sheets off, and put them into the washing machine, along with the clothes she’d changed out of the day before.
Once everything was in order, she brewed a fresh cup of lemon tea, the sliced lemons and black tea making an impeccable match. She grabbed a long-sleeved shirt from the cupboard, put it on, and walked to the balcony, screened with gauze curtains.
She sat in the wicker double seat she had managed to acquire after much effort, pulling her feet up and leaning on it at an angle.
The overcast sky and the continuous cold rain merged into one, stealing away the sunlight and color of the daylight.
Cradling her warm lemon tea, she inhaled the fragrant steam and gazed at the rain curtain, trying to clear her mind of all thoughts, allowing herself to rest.
Overnight, she had come into possession of a fortune of eight hundred million.
Actually, she had wanted Grandpa Ba to directly deal with Shang Kaiwen yesterday; it would have been perfect, eliminating her biggest threat.
But alas, how could she not know that Grandpa Ba’s promise to her yesterday was only because of the Dragon Stone-type gemstone. Had she not given half of the Dragon Stone-type to Grandpa Ba, how could he possibly expose his identity to escort her safely?
The promise from such a person only held validity for a while. Since she had chosen Sang Ji, there was no reason for Grandpa Ba to deal with Shang Kaiwen for her.
After all, Sang Ji was different from Shang Kaiwen; Sang Ji was a native of Myanmar, while Shang Kaiwen was from China. Not wanting to cause diplomatic disputes between the two countries or get embroiled in legal trouble themselves, it was necessary to let Shang Kaiwen go yesterday.
Luckily, Liu Chuanfeng, Shang Kaiwen’s right-hand man, had been dealt with by her. Speaking of which, she had been so busy yesterday; Liu Chuanfeng still owed her two hundred million.
Forty million turned into two hundred million—she believed Grandpa Ba would not let go of this unexpected windfall.
Liu Chuanfeng would never think of continuing in this line of work in his lifetime—that was her intention.
She would watch as Shang Kaiwen’s jewelry business collapsed.
This time around, Shang Kaiwen’s fortunes wouldn’t be as smooth as in her last life. Bai Xiao suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction. What Shang Kaiwen prized most was her family’s status; this life, Bai Xiao was set on destroying it. When Shang Kaiwen had nothing left, would she still hold herself so high? Was it not masochistic of her not to just strike at Shang Kaiwen, sending her directly to hell, which would be the proper way to open the story?
But it wasn’t satisfying enough.
Probably what everyone wanted to see was the method of exacting vengeance; how could death display the seeds of hatred? In her last life, she didn’t even have the right to die.