Was it to prevent her from seeing the children again that Zhan Bei Jue transferred them? That they weren't even in Nan City?
It seemed that before she could meet Rui Rui and Ge Er, she had to see Zhan Bei Jue first.
Previously, afraid of scaring the children, and not wanting to escalate the conflict with Zhan Bei Jue, Jiang Nan Fang had never considered using force to barge into the Zhan family.
But as things stood, she feared nothing.
Even before going, she had specifically detoured to a gas station and bought two cans of gasoline.
She remembered every word and action Zhou Wan Jun, that old woman, had said to her before Tian Tian's incident.
Whether she saw her today or not, Jiang Nan Fang was going to make her drink these two cans of gasoline.
At three in the afternoon, Jiang Nan Fang parked her car in the greenery in front of the west gate of the Zhan family villa.
Jiang Nan Fang didn't get out of the car. She found the 360 camera above the wall and, with her back to it, placed a piece of reflective film, the size of a windshield, on the hood of the car, successfully drawing the camera's attention.
Then she took out a magnifying glass and placed it on the reflective film, letting the glaring light, carrying the bright sunlight, project onto the camera, and began to wait patiently.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes passed. She saw the camera begin to emit white smoke due to overheating.
Another minute passed, and with a "bang," not only did the camera emit smoke, but the connected wires also began to emit white smoke.
She figured this accident alone would be enough to keep them busy repairing for a while. Jiang Nan Fang drove the car under the wall, took out the two cans of gasoline, and threw them over.
The car drove back to the greenery, the keys were hidden, and with a run-up, she easily climbed over the wall and got in.
Although she hadn't had a very happy life at the Zhan family's before, she had lived there for three years after all, so Jiang Nan Fang was still very clear about the layout.
In less than five minutes, she entered Zhan Bei Jue's separate residence, where the main door was open.
Zhan Bei Jue still lived in the same building they had lived in when they were married.
She had heard the children mention before that the old woman and Gong Bei Bei lived with them.
Zhan Bei Jue lived in the easternmost room on the second floor, the children lived diagonally opposite him, and the old woman lived on the third floor.
Jiang Nan Fang went straight to Zhan Bei Jue's room. As expected, the man who valued money like his life was working outside at this hour.
The room was tidied up neatly, spotless.
Seeing these impossibly neat arrangements made Jiang Nan Fang irritable.
She deliberately walked in, stepped on his bed a few times with her muddy shoes, then took out all the clothes from the wardrobe, threw them on the floor, and stomped on them again.
After stomping, she felt it was too childish. Letting him off just like that would be too easy.
She then went to the bedside table drawer, found a tie clip, took it out, and scratched several lines on his shirts.
As far as she knew, Zhan Bei Jue was extremely particular about his clothing.
All his clothes were handmade by high-end Italian designers, each costing in the six figures.
With such a collection, it must have exceeded five million.
Watching his beloved clothes turn into rags, and imagining Zhan Bei Jue's fury upon seeing them, Jiang Nan Fang finally felt a sense of revenge.
Leaving his room, she didn't dare to enter the children's room and went directly to the third floor.
She placed the gas cans at the stairwell, ready for a direct confrontation with the old woman.
However, as she checked each room, they were all clean, tidy, and empty. She saw no sign of the old woman.
Whether she was there or not, Jiang Nan Fang directly carried the cans over, poured some onto the floor of each room, then pulled off the bedsheets and tied them to the outside of the window.
She climbed down the sheets back to the first floor. She looked around; no one was in sight. She flicked open her lighter and, turning back, tossed it onto the bedsheets.
"Whoosh!" Flames, over ten centimeters high, instantly surged upwards.
By the time Jiang Nan Fang got back to her car, she could see thick smoke billowing from the floor where the old woman lived from a distance.
She sneered, slammed the accelerator to the floor, and drove away from the Zhan family villa.
After this act of provocation, she figured Zhan Bei Jue would come looking for her even if she didn't actively seek him out.
Jiang Nan Fang feared he wouldn't come, so she specifically checked into the Peninsula International Hotel, where she had stayed before.
As soon as she finished checking in, and before she could even sit down on the sofa to rest, Jiang Nan Fang's phone rang.
She took it out and saw it was Ke Teng calling.
Jiang Nan Fang had left without saying goodbye, so he must have been worried and anxious.
She picked it up and spoke to Ke Teng proactively.
"I'm in Nan City now, don't look for me. Don't worry, I'm fine, I won't commit suicide, nor will I starve myself."
"I've thought it through. Zhan Bei Jue, who is guilty of heinous crimes, is living well. Why should I die before him?"
"I haven't had a chance to get revenge on him yet. Don't worry, as long as he's alive, I certainly won't die."
Ke Teng was both surprised and delighted.
He was delighted that she had finally figured things out, had regained her strength through her own will, and had returned to her vibrant self.
He was surprised that she still refused to let go of Zhan Bei Jue.
The children had been gone for so long, what was the point of their continued entanglement?
Although she couldn't see him, Jiang Nan Fang could guess what he was thinking through the phone and explained directly.
"I know what you want to persuade me to do, but it's unnecessary. Ke Teng, I know exactly what I'm doing now."
"For the past two months, I've had no motivation or reason to live. But today, I suddenly realized."
"If you don't let me do this, even if I live, I'll just be a walking dead. So, don't persuade me. After I've done what I want to do, I'll repay what I owe you."
Having said that, before Ke Teng could say anything else, she hung up the phone.
Jiang Nan Fang looked at her phone and sat on the sofa, waiting for Zhan Bei Jue to come find her.
Sure enough, within an hour, the doorbell rang.
The current Jiang Nan Fang was fearless and, without even asking who was outside, walked over and opened the door.
As the door opened, she saw Zhan Bei Jue at first glance.
Their eyes met, and the emotions in Zhan Bei Jue's eyes were far more complex than hers.
Jiang Nan Fang was even thinner than before.
Dressed in black, she looked as pale as a paper doll.
She weighed no more than eighty pounds in total, her eye sockets were visibly sunken, and her once gentle, picturesque appearance had become gaunt with large, double eyelids, resembling a Westerner.
She was pathetically thin.
He couldn't imagine how she had endured the two months they hadn't met.
But the deed was done, and to cut ties quickly, he didn't regret it.
Suppressing the unwillingness and discomfort in his heart, he regained his usual impassive expression after a few seconds.
"I guessed you had returned."
Jiang Nan Fang gritted her teeth.
"Of course. You've done something wrong, so you should always be prepared for people to come knocking on your door."
"Why are you so forthright today? Came alone? Aren't you afraid I'll fight you to the death?"
Zhan Bei Jue didn't answer her.
He reached out, pushed the door, stepped inside, and with his back to the door, kicked it shut with his foot.