The Rebirth of a Top Star

After completing the task as required, Shen Nanqiao left smoothly. Gu Leqi did not send anyone to see her off, so Shen Nanqiao opened the door and left by herself.

Shen Nanqiao looked at the address of Gu Leqi's house. When she left, no one was even following her. She took a picture of it.

These are all pieces of evidence for a future confrontation.

Shen Nanqiao pondered what Song Shiyuan had just said. Putting everything else aside, he was quite clever, knowing when to say what kind of thing.

Now that Shen Nanqiao has gathered all the relevant evidence, she just wants to get home quickly, resolve the matter, and ideally, explain things to Song Shiyuan properly and give him some praise.

Shen Nanqiao rubbed her wrist, which was visibly red and swollen, with bruises left by the thin rope. Shen Nanqiao felt annoyed by the sight.

When Shen Nanqiao finally got in touch with Xiaoju, she discovered that she and the driver were quite far apart. Xiaoju's eyes were swollen from crying because she hadn't picked up Shen Nanqiao after the banquet. Shen Nanqiao could even hear the celebrity crying when she heard Xiaoju speak.

Hearing Shen Nanqiao say that she was safe, Xiaoju felt a little relieved: "Sister, where are you? The driver and I will come pick you up."

Shen Nanqiao's map showed the distance; Gu Leqi was quite capable, as their current location was very far from where he had been kidnapped.

Shen Nan refused outright, "No need, I'll take a taxi back myself."

Shen Nanqiao stood by the roadside with her head down, waiting for almost twenty minutes before she saw the ride-hailing car she had booked.

She lowered her head, her hair obscuring both sides of her face, and got into the car.

Shen Nanqiao was still dressed in light clothing. Her coat was in the nanny van, and she didn't have time to put it on. Inevitably, the driver in front kept observing Shen Nanqiao.

Shen Nanqiao's attire was truly unique.

Moreover, the address that came up was in a well-known affluent area.

The driver was looking at Shen Nanqiao with some prejudice. Shen Nanqiao kept her head down and avoided eye contact. She couldn't afford to give anyone a chance to find fault with her, especially since she wasn't wearing any disguise.

Fortunately, she arrived home safely. Shen Nanqiao quickly got out of the car, but instead of setting the address to her familiar front door, she chose another address nearby.

Although the driver was curious, he only stared at Shen Nanqiao's back for a while after she got out of the car, and stopped looking after she was far away.

After returning home, Shen Nanqiao didn't even have time to open her own door before going upstairs via the familiar fire escape stairs.

No one is home.

Shen Nanqiao stood outside the door and knocked for a long time, even calling Song Shiyuan's cell phone more than once.

But there was no response. Shen Nanqiao was puzzled and stood outside Song Shiyuan's door, trying to peek inside. After searching for a long time, she was sure that there was no crack in the door. The security facilities were really good.

Shen Nanqiao went downstairs unwillingly, still wanting to complain to Song Shiyuan about all the trouble he had brought her.

Shen Nanqiao was secretly proud and thought that she must have a good talk with Song Shiyuan when she saw him.

So I left a message on his phone: Come find me after get off work.

Shen Nanqiao assumed that Song Shiyuan was still working overtime and had not returned.

Little did they know that Song Shiyuan had already returned home, but not to the apartment above Shen Nanqiao's, but to the home of his parents. The phone that Shen Nanqiao had called was still buzzing on the transparent desk in the dark office.

Song Shiyuan didn't know, and neither did Shen Nanqiao.

Shen Nanqiao thought her wrist would gradually subside over time, but it grew increasingly swollen. Remembering her event the next day, she could only be thankful that it was winter and these marks could be covered up.

Faced with this problem, Shen Nanqiao knew that with her current abilities, it was impossible for her to directly seek revenge or go after them.

Shen Nanqiao could only slowly accumulate power and lie low.

These weren't the issues. The main problem was that Shen Nanqiao picked up her phone from beside the bathtub. She was soaking in the bubbles, and two hours had passed, yet Song Shiyuan still hadn't seen her message.

Shen Nanqiao was disappointed. She glanced at her phone and was still disappointed. When did phones become so unresponsive in receiving messages?

Only the cell phone lying on Song Shiyuan's desk was crying. It had been a whole night, and it hadn't received any affection from its owner, not even a touch.

Song Shiyuan only touched the phone when Shen Nanqiao called. After that, he didn't even glance at any of the messages before that.

It's the poor thing that's pitiful.

But Shen Nanqiao knew nothing about these things.

It was late at night when Song Shiyuan got home. He didn't take his phone and didn't notify his family in advance. When he got home, he pushed open the door and went in. Unexpectedly, his mother was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the brightly lit living room.

His mother clearly didn't realize her son would be back, and Song Shiyuan also didn't expect his mother to still be awake so late. He looked unwell, but he managed to control himself, nodded to his mother, and turned to go upstairs.

On the television screen in front of Song's mother was Shen Nanqiao's large face.

In the close-up on the screen, Song Shiyuan had been passively avoiding the situation all night. He didn't expect to see her again when he got home. Out of sight, out of mind. Before he even stepped onto the stairs, Song's mother asked, "Why didn't you call ahead when you came back?"

"I forgot my phone." Song Shiyuan said without even turning around, and went straight upstairs.

Something was wrong. In an instant, Song's mother knew something was wrong; her son had never acted like this before.

She beckoned to the maid behind her and leaned closer to say, "Go find Lao Jiang and find out what's going on."

Normally, Song's mother would never interfere in her son's private affairs, but today was really too abnormal. What kind of good person doesn't take their phone home or go out these days? She's not a normal person at all.

Old Jiang is a professional; in no time, the matter was handed over to Song's mother. Song's mother looked at it over and over again, and then looked at the image she had captured on the huge television screen.

This is Shen Nanqiao.

The documents in her hand and the content before her eyes were all about Shen Nanqiao.

Even the people around her son were all Shen Nanqiao.

Once Song's mother figured it out, she was instantly overjoyed. It turned out that her son didn't like the girl next door because he liked Nan Qiao.

Song's mother thought to herself, "He really is my son; even his taste is just like mine."

Contrary to Song Shiyuan's expectations, Song's mother picked up the small stack of documents she was holding and instructed the person behind her, "Go, go upstairs and take these to Shiyuan."

When the door was knocked on, Song Shiyuan was working on his computer. The president always left himself an escape route; even if he didn't bring his cell phone, an important communication tool, he would still use his computer to work.

Song Shiyuan's expression hadn't quite settled when he saw the document handed to him by a familiar elder, and he was dumbfounded. "What is this?"

Song Shiyuan's voice was hoarse.

"The lady sent me here."

The document was handed to Song Shiyuan, and the servant left, leaving only a half-open door and a dumbfounded Song Shiyuan.

The photo above shows Shen Nanqiao and Gu Leqi standing together.