The moment Nan Song revealed her true identity—especially the name *Nan Ningsong*—the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically.
Second Uncle Yu shot to his feet. "*What?* Nan Ningsong is your *father*?!"
Even Yu Jinwen stiffened.
Though Nan Ningsong had passed three years ago, his name still carried immense weight. As the saying went—
*Even after leaving the jianghu, his legends remain.*
Nan Ningsong was a business prodigy.
The empire he built, *Nan Corporation*, became Nan City's wealthiest in just six months. Within a year, its jewelry brand dominated the national market. By year two, it rivaled *Yu Jewelry*; by year three, it surpassed them, securing exclusive distribution rights from DT Diamond Trading. By year four, it outmaneuvered Yu again, becoming a preferred vendor for RG International Mining—catapulting Nan into the global luxury arena.
Just when competitors thought he'd slow down, Nan Ningsong *expanded*—real estate, hotels, entertainment, dining—until the Nan logo was everywhere. Nan Group emerged as Yu Corporation's fiercest rival.
When Nan Group entered the *Global 500*, Nan Ningsong himself topped Forbes' power and wealth lists.
Second and Third Uncle Yu? They'd been *crushed* by him in past trade wars. Even now, the memory rankled.
Nan Song nodded. She'd always known about the rivalry. Three years ago, she'd hidden her identity precisely to avoid rejection.
"You're a *Nan*," Second Uncle Yu spat, hostility flaring. "Why marry into *our* family? What's your game?"
"*Lower your voice*," Old Master Yu chided. He turned to Nan Song, gentler. "Take your time, child."
Nan Song bit back a retort. The elders had been kind to her; she wouldn't disrespect them. Calmly, she explained:
"I'm aware of our families' rivalry—the trade wars, the truce dividing markets along Lan River: Yu in the north, Nan in the south. No interference."
Old Master Yu nodded, so she continued.
"Three years ago, after my parents' deaths, I took over Nan Group. But internal conflicts forced me to step aside. Under my uncles' management, the company nearly collapsed." She met Second Uncle Yu's glare. "You suspect ulterior motives? Fair. But if I'd schemed against Yu, would I have let *my own* family's empire crumble? For three years, I stayed *exactly* where I belonged. Ask *A'Jin*."
Her gaze flicked to Yu Jinwen—just as he looked up, the old nickname striking him like a spark.
But her eyes darted away as if she'd barely acknowledged him.
Under the family's scrutiny, Yu Jinwen gave a curt nod. Truthfully, he *had* doubted her when she left without a penny.
What kind of woman walks away from *ten million*?
Either she had principles—or she didn't need the money.
Turns out, Nan Song had *both*.
The Nan heiress, raised in luxury, lacked neither pride nor wealth. How else could she revive Nan Group overnight with *billions*?