Outside the crowd, Song Nuan stood quietly by the door.
She had prepared for so long, finally killing Fang Yaozu and obtaining Fang Corporation.
Zhang Caiyu's son was also in her grasp.
She had sold Fang Corporation through the fastest channels, even at almost half price, and ended up with over a billion.
But for the past few days, every time she went to Qingyan Mansion to post missions to find people to kill Qin He and Gu Qishen, they were taken.
After accepting the missions, they didn't act. Zhang Caiyu was furious. She had offered three hundred million per person, six hundred million for both.
But the people who took the missions were slow to act, and the money was to be returned in a week due to a system malfunction.
Qin He had married Gu Qishen, for the second time!
Song Nuan stared gloomily into the room, clutching the fine needle in her hand.
This was a blood collection needle; it was very difficult to detect if someone was accidentally pricked in the commotion.
She had already coated the needle with blood from various patients: AIDS patients, syphilis patients, all sorts of difficult-to-treat infectious terminal illnesses.
Soon, she just needed to lightly prick Qin He with this needle—
Gu Qishen would naturally be infected too.
Song Nuan looked into the room and saw Xu Wanwan and Gu Ranran holding children in a corner.
The child in Gu Ranran's arms was probably Qin He's child. If she pricked these two as well, the Qin and Gu families would be without heirs!
Song Nuan's gaze was sinister as she walked towards the room.
She had lost everything long ago. After losing Gu Qishen, she felt like she had lost the best. She didn't want anything else.
She just wanted these people to pay the price!
Let them all die suffering from illness. Qin He was good at medicine, wasn't she? Let's see if Qin He could cure all these terminal illnesses for herself!
“Hi, miss.” A gentle male voice sounded behind Song Nuan.
Her body trembled, and she turned around to face a roguish smiling face.
“Who are you?”
The man leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Me? I’m the Heartless Scoundrel of Qingyan Mansion.”
Song Nuan’s heart stirred. “You’re one of the four managers. Are you here to complete a mission? I remember you accepted a mission!”
Zuo Xiuxian smiled. “Let’s talk over here.”
He led Song Nuan into a small side hall. Seeing no one around, Song Nuan anxiously asked, “Why haven’t you acted yet!”
Zuo Xiuxian looked a little innocent. “I’m not here to complete a mission. I’m here for the wedding.”
Song Nuan took a few seconds to react, her expression changing. “Are you all in league with Qin He?”
From the side hall, a figure in red appeared. Qin He looked at Song Nuan coldly.
“I guessed that with all your big moves recently, you would definitely show up today.”
Di Shishi and Qian Zimo also walked in. Zuo Xiuxian’s recent mission was to keep an eye on Song Nuan.
From the moment Song Nuan appeared, he had notified the people from Qingyan Mansion present through a secret signal.
“Allow me to introduce you to our esteemed client.” Zuo Xiuxian said with a smile. “This is our administrator Mo, and this is Di Shi.”
Di Shi—
Song Nuan's pupils constricted violently as she looked at Qin He.
How could Di Shi be Qin He’s assistant?
Zuo Xiuxian smiled. “Ah, right. The person you wanted to kill is Qing Xie, our friend.”
Song Nuan trembled all over. She gritted her teeth. “Why!”
If she had Qin He’s social circle and background, she wouldn’t have ended up like this!
Qin He’s gaze was cold. “Song Nuan, if you had just stayed put, I wouldn’t have bothered with you. But you’ve tried to harm me again and again. What for?”
“Qin He, go to hell!” Song Nuan knew she couldn't escape. She made a desperate lunge with the needle!
Zuo Xiuxian then noticed that Song Nuan, who seemed unarmed, had a needle in her hand.
Something was wrong!
But it was too late.
Qin He looked at Song Nuan coldly. It was just a needle. If she couldn’t even dodge this, then her years of training would have been in vain.
But in the next second, a deafening sound echoed.
Gu Qishen stood at the doorway with a gun. The bullet pierced Song Nuan's wrist, almost shattering her hand.
The needle fell to the ground. Zuo Xiuxian moved to pick it up, but Qin He frowned.
“Don’t move. Find something to pick it up with and then destroy it.”
She remembered that Fang Yaozu had died of AIDS.
Song Nuan lay on the ground screaming. Gu Qishen looked towards the door, and Yu Jing looked out the window, making a gesture.
The guests, who had been startled by the loud noise, saw fireworks light up the sky.
“So it was just fireworks. You scared me.”
Zuo Xiuxian stuffed Song Nuan’s mouth shut.
She glared at Qin He, her eyes wide with hatred, and was dragged away.
“It’s a joyous occasion, so we only shot her hand,” Gu Qishen said, walking over. “We didn’t want to affect your mood.”
Qin He chuckled softly. “Do you think I would still care about these things?”
As they walked hand in hand, they had long since committed to each other.
This wedding was a ceremony, a gift from Gu Qishen to her. And she would accept it because she knew her mother, brother, grandmother, and aunt and uncle all wanted to see her happy.
In a traditional Chinese wedding, the bride, after changing outfits, would pay respects to her in-laws.
Gu Qishen's father had passed away, so the people she would pay respects to were Grandma Gu and Madam Gu.
The two sat on the sofa, watched by Qin He, amidst the blessings of relatives and friends.
Grandma Gu had been confused for almost a year and now recognized no one.
Tears welled up in Qin He's eyes.
Grandma Gu had always hoped she and Gu Qishen would reconcile, but she hadn't lived to see this day in her final moments of clarity.
She bowed solemnly and offered tea.
Grandma Gu stared at her with wide eyes.
It was Madam Gu who took the tea from her.
Next was offering tea to Madam Gu. Madam Gu stood up to receive it.
“He’er, I treated you poorly before. From now on, I will treat you as my own daughter.”
Qin He smiled and nodded.
Amidst the blessings, Grandma Gu chuckled along.
“He’er.”
Qin He was startled.
“Granddaughter-in-law, mine.”
Qin He covered her mouth, tears falling.
Grandma Gu seemed to have a flash of clarity before falling back into confusion.
Qin He, with tears in her eyes, looked at Gu Qishen.
Their hands clasped tightly beneath their bright red wedding attire.
This life, they would never be separated again.
...
Time flew by, and the flowers in Senyuan bloomed and withered.
At four in the afternoon, Qin He was in the back garden of Senyuan, perfuming.
Ten-year-old Lele ran over with small steps. “Mommy, what are you doing?”
“Perfuming.”
“Mommy, where’s sister?” Qin He yawned. “Your dad took her out to play.”
Little Lele pouted, her big eyes looking wronged. “Mommy, doesn’t Daddy like sister more?”
Seven years ago, Qin He had her second child, a daughter whose features bore a striking resemblance to her. Gu Qishen had immediately become a doting father.
He was usually so aloof, but if his daughter looked at him with longing, he would agree to anything.
“Mommy? Why aren’t you talking? Doesn’t Daddy love sister the most?” Lele mumbled, her lower lip trembling.
Qin He finished perfuming, put on the lid, and stood up.
“No, your daddy loves me the most.”
She took Lele’s small hand. It was time to properly educate her husband!
The flowers in Senyuan bloomed and withered. This time, they would hold hands until they were old.