A woman who is not ruthless will not have a stable position.

  After taking a bath, Shen Xiangyu changed into a simple casual outfit, her short hair looking particularly refreshing. She squatted in the bathroom washing the skirt she had just taken off, carefully scrubbing away at it, wanting to wash away the mold stains and restore it to its original state. She remembered that when she first got it, it was pure white with intricate swallowtail embroidery visible on it. At that time, her father told her that swallowtail flowers represented unity and mutual support, and no matter what happened, he would always be by her side.

  The stain could not be washed away after all, so she had to put it on the balcony first and find a laundry shop to wash it tomorrow. No matter what, she wanted to wash this skirt clean, because this was the only thing her father left for her, also the last gift.

  The next morning, Qin Jie had just finished work and returned home. Knowing she was sleeping, Shen Xiangyu left without waking her up, leaving a note behind, and walked out of the house with a bag containing her skirt.

  She walked to several laundry shops, all of which said that the skirt was beyond repair and told her to give up. Holding the skirt, she left the laundry shop and not long after, the sky suddenly poured down a heavy rain.

  Shen Xiangyu hugged her skirt and ran in the rain, thinking of running to the other side of the road to avoid the rain. Just as she was about to rush out of the road, a car flew quickly past her side, splashing muddy rainwater from the roadside onto Shen Xiangyu's clothes.

  She didn't care and continued walking across the crosswalk, when a man in a black suit came over, holding an umbrella to shelter her from the rain.

  The man stretched out his sturdy arm to block her way and said, "Miss Shen, our chairman wants to see you."

  There was a hint of disdain and puzzlement in his tone, as if he couldn't understand why the chairman would want to meet with such an ordinary-looking woman.

  She was also puzzled, which chairman wanted to see her. Was it him? A cold smile in her heart, laughing at herself for being foolish. Four years ago, his ruthlessness was clear to her. Such a person would not come to see her again. Then, who would want to see her?

  At this time, a black Bentley stopped in front of her, the dark window slowly lowered, and an old man in his fifties sat inside.

  Shen Xiangyu saw this familiar face for an instant, and a look of surprise appeared on her face: "Uncle Mo?"

  This uncle of hers was Mo Zhengzhong, the chairman of Rui Chen Group, a good friend of her father's who had watched her grow up and whom she respected deeply.

  "Xīn yú, come on in." Mo Zhengzhong beckoned with his hand, and the refined man from just now immediately opened the car door for Shen Xinyu.

  She hesitated for a moment, looking at her own disheveled appearance, thinking of refusing, but as the old general of the business world, Mo Zhengzhong couldn't help but see through her thoughts. He smiled kindly and said: "Not coming in yet? Don't you recognize your Uncle Mo?"

  Before Shen Xiangyu could speak, Mo Zhengzhong grabbed her wrist and pulled her in with his strength. She also had some things to ask Mo's father, but she didn't expect to see him at this time, and she planned to find out a little truth from Mo's father about what happened back then.

  "Xīn yú, you've come back, why didn't you come find Uncle Mo? Have you forgotten about your Uncle Mo?"

  "How could it be." Shen Xiangyu's tone was very calm.

  Mo Zhengzhong sighed and said: "It's better if you don't know, where are you living now? Why not move to Uncle Mo's house, you're familiar with that place too."

  "No need, I already have a place to stay." Shen Xiangyu opened her mouth to refuse, paused for a moment, just about to speak up, but was preempted by Mo Zhengzhong who said: "If you're not willing, then I won't force it. However, no matter what, we must go to Uncle's house for dinner, and besides, Xiaoya is back today too, this you can't refuse me."

  Since Uncle Mo has already spoken like this and is no longer refusing, then let's just wait and see the situation before asking him about what happened back then.

  Mo's residence was located in Shallow Water Bay, the car entered through the gate and drove along the garden path, the scenery outside the window was very familiar to Shen Xiangyu, who had often accompanied her father here before.

  "Do you still remember that place? That's the tree you and Xiaoya planted." Mozhenzhong pointed to a lushly grown tree not far away, smiled, and said: "Xiaoya returned home today too. From now on, you two can get off like before."

  The car stopped, and Lán Jiàn Wěi quickly got out of the car to open the door for the chairman. Shěn Xiǎng Yǔ also got out of the car and followed Mò Bó Fù into the villa's hall.

  White as the base tone, red and black as embellishments, imitating ancient Chinese courtyard's red wood decorations. On top is a magnificent Chinese palace lamp, with warm light shining on the retro yet luxurious sofa. It's still the same here, not much has changed. Uncle Mo always liked this classic Chinese decoration style. When she was young and came here, she would excitedly say that coming to Uncle Mo's home was like traveling back in time. Then Auntie Mo would laugh at her for having a brain full of nonsense ideas.

  At this time, a sound of footsteps came from the direction of the stairs. Shen Xiangyu looked at the person who walked out and found it was Mo's aunt, still feeling some tension in her heart. It turned out to be Mo's aunt Tang Lin, whom she had not seen for four years.

  "Zheng Zhong, is it Xiao Ya who's back——" Before she could finish speaking, she heard the sound of footsteps and turned around, thinking that Zheng Zhong had brought their daughter back. But when she saw the figure walking in clearly, her face fell from its previous excitement. "It's actually Xinyu."

  Aunt Mo's face didn't change, still elegant and noble, the only thing that changed was the way she looked at her, she knew what was hidden in there, actually, from her tone, she could already feel it, but still very politely called out: "Aunt Mo."

  Tang Lin just glanced at her, nodded slightly, and Mo Zhengzhong glared at his wife, saying to Shen Xiangyu: "Xiangyu, let Liu Ayi take you upstairs to wash up and change your clothes. Xiaoya will be home soon, and we'll have dinner together."

  "Miss Shen, let's go." Liu Ayi reluctantly untied her apron and led Shen Xiangyun upstairs. The enthusiasm she had shown when she first saw her was gone, replaced by a cold demeanor. As they walked up the stairs, Shen Xiangyun could still faintly hear the conversation between Mo Bo and Tang Lin downstairs.

  "What was that look just now? Xinyu is your goddaughter after all." Mo Zhengzhong hummed and scolded.

  Tang Lin said with a nonchalant expression, "So what? She's not the rich girl she used to be, and I'm supposed to coddle her?" She couldn't have imagined that her husband would bring Shen Xiangyu back, and being able to greet her was already considered polite.

  Shen Xiangyu heard some of it, but her face remained calm. Things are not people, reality is just that way. If you can't bear the reality, how can you face it?