It seemed heaven had already bestowed the best man in the world upon her, yet not only did she fail to cherish him, but she also caused his family ruin and his death in destitution.
If only she could have seen Shen Mingjue's true face earlier in her past life!
Fortunately, time had turned back, and everything could still be mended.
In this life, she would firmly grasp Jian Zhou, the wealthiest and most loving man towards her.
She clearly remembered that in another year, Jian Fan and Jiang Yushuang would die in a car accident.
The elder Mr. and Mrs. Jian had only two sons. With the elder son dead, all of the Jian family's assets would be inherited by the younger son, Jian Zhou.
As long as she could win over Jian Zhou, and after the elder Young Master Jian and his wife died, marrying into the Jian family would make her the owner of trillions.
By then, she would have whatever she desired.
Shen Mingjue, you ungrateful scoundrel!
When I marry Jian Zhou and control the Jian family, I'll see to it that I destroy you!
You made me die miserably and destitute in my past life, and in this life, I will make sure you can neither live nor die. You just wait!
An Qiuyan was thinking this resentfully when she suddenly caught sight of a pale-faced youth, dressed in a bright red down jacket, striding towards her.
An Qiuyan had a phobia of fire due to a childhood house fire, and she disliked the color red. Even her wedding dress when she married Shen Mingjue was a Western-style white gown.
Now, seeing the man she remembered so well in her past life approaching in the color she detested the most.
An Qiuyan couldn't help but freeze, thinking, he knows I hate red the most, why...
Right, she had been reborn to a younger age, and they hadn't been together long enough for him to know her preferences thoroughly, hence the outfit.
She understood, she understood!
An Qiuyan took a deep breath and rushed forward, taking two steps at a time to reach Jian Zhou.
Their eyes met, and both fell silent.
After a long pause, Jian Zhou spoke faintly, "You... called me out, is there something you need?"
Despite hating An Qiuyan to the bone because of past events, seeing her again, he didn't lose control or have his eyes turn red with hatred as he had imagined.
On the contrary, he was very calm, his voice as bland as a glass of lukewarm water.
It was An Qiuyan, however, who, upon seeing Jian Zhou, recalled all the good things he had done for her in her past life.
This contrasted sharply with Shen Mingjue's ugly face when he turned his back on her and kicked her out.
An Qiuyan's emotions surged uncontrollably, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She longed to throw herself into his arms and pour out all her grievances and hardships.
(Melon: Ugh~~)
"What is it you wanted to see me about?"
Seeing An Qiuyan standing there speechless, Jian Zhou spoke again.
"That..."
"Whatever you have to say, please speak freely!" Jian Zhou's tone was amicable yet distant.
An Qiuyan's lips curved into a radiant smile, her gaze lingering greedily on Jian Zhou.
"You... red suits you well..."
Hearing her insincere words, Jian Zhou's lips curled into a cold smile. "Oh? Red suits me well?"
"Indeed, it suits you very well. Your outfit is striking and makes you look spirited!"
"Thank you!"
Jian Zhou uttered the two words faintly, a sharp glint in his eyes.
To claim red looked good on him when he detested it the most was truly a sight.
If she hadn't been reborn, it would have been an absolute ghost of a situation.
"Your shoelace is loose, let me help you with it."
An Qiuyan bent down and reached towards Jian Zhou's feet.
Jian Zhou took a few steps back, his voice icy. "Miss An, please have some self-respect!"