The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and a gust of strong wind swept up, lifting Nan Song's white clothes and black hair, accompanied by her cold voice, making her look like a ghost.
"Ah—" Nan Ya, guilty as a thief, covered her ears and screamed, pushing aside the two people behind her, stumbling and running inside.
Meanwhile, Qin Jiangyuan was already petrified, staring at Nan Song in a daze, "It... it wasn't me who harmed you, don't come after me..."
In his panic and fear, he grabbed a nearby pebble and threw it at Nan Song. Nan Song raised her hand and caught it accurately, squinted her eyes, and threw it right back at Qin Jiangyuan's head!
"Ah—"
Another scream, or rather, three screams. The other two standing at the door, seeing the blood streaming down Qin Jiangyuan's head, were also shocked and almost lost their balance, retreating with a strong will to survive.
Qin Jiangyuan clutched his head, feeling as if his skull was about to split open. He touched it and his hand came away covered in blood. A pair of black high heels slowly approached him.
He looked up in panic, meeting Nan Song's cold eyes, and finally came to his senses, "You... you're not dead... you're still... alive."
Nan Song stood over him, looking down at the man who had once pursued her with great enthusiasm, only to later turn against her out of love turned to hatred, willing to destroy her for profit. Her icy eyes showed no light.
"Qin Jiangyuan." She called his name again after three years, "I regret to inform you that your good days are over."
Three years ago, he and Nan Ya had conspired to trick her into going hiking, intending to push her off a cliff and make it look like an accident. Of course, she hadn't died, but that didn't mean they were innocent.
The sins committed, the crimes done, would eventually have to be repaid. She would settle these accounts with them one by one.
That day, the Rose Garden was in chaos.
Nan Song hadn't been idle since her return. She sent a construction team to clean out her parents' and her own rooms, while all of Nan Ningbai and Nan Ya's belongings were thrown out!
"Ah... my jewelry, my clothes, my bags... what are you doing?!"
Nan Ya's cherished treasures were being tossed out like trash by the construction team, and her heart was bleeding. She pointed at Nan Song, her eyes wide with rage, "What are you doing, coming back and causing such a scene! I've lived here for three years!"
Nan Song sat on the sofa, leisurely flipping through the current personnel list of the Nan family estate, not even bothering to give a glance to the cousin she had once doted on.
"My room, actually lived in by you, a scoundrel, for three years, no wonder it's full of garbage."
She turned to the construction team, "Handle it carefully, don't leave any trash behind. If things get broken, you won't have to pay. I just want it clean."
"Got it, no problem." With this order, the construction team didn't hold back. Those brand-name bags were no different from grocery bags in the eyes of these rough men, and they were all thrown into sacks and tossed out.
Nan Ya was about to explode, "Ah, take your dirty hands off, don't touch my bags!"
She waved her claws, ready to scratch, but Nan Song had had enough. She directly pulled down the bed curtain, wrapped the flailing Nan Ya up, tied her to a chair, and stuffed a sock in her mouth. The world was instantly quiet.
After spending the afternoon, her and her parents' rooms were finally restored to their original state. Nan Song gave the construction team a big red envelope and waved them off. When Nan Ningbai returned, he saw his collected antique jade pieces thrown out in the corridor, his heart twitching, almost crying out, "Oh my dear, how did you end up here? Who did this?!"
Nan Ya, just freed from her restraints, threw herself into her father's arms, tearfully pointing at Nan Song, "Dad, she did it! She threw all our things out!"
Nan Ningbai looked at Nan Song, his gaze also unfriendly, "Niece, what are you doing?"
"Helping you move."
Nan Song stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, lazily looking down at them, "Uncle, this house is my father's private property. Surely you're not going to fight me over this too? I'm afraid it would damage your reputation if word got out."
Nan Ningbai gritted his teeth. He had had his eye on the Rose Garden first, but didn't have enough funds at the time, so his elder brother had beaten him to it. He had coveted this estate for a long time, and as soon as Nan Song died, he couldn't wait to move in.
He forced a smile on his chubby face, "Xiao Song, we're family, no need for formalities. I'm now the chairman of Nan Corporation, and besides, I've gotten used to living in the Rose Garden..."
"Habits can be changed."
Nan Song cut him off directly, her expression calm, her tone even, "The chairman can also be replaced. Uncle, if you want to retire early, I can arrange that."