Gu Yanqing had been quite pleased with how diligently Gu Siqiao had worked and how quickly he had improved. He had always known about Gu Siqiao's little schemes, but he saw them as ambition that drove him to improve, nothing bad. If Gu Siqiao could inherit the family business someday, he would certainly cultivate him wholeheartedly.
Unfortunately, Gu Siqiao had not understood what he meant. He had been single-mindedly determined to win Shen Yunxu back, exhausting every possible method.
Not long ago, Gu Mingyuan and Shen Yunxu had confirmed their relationship and flaunted their affection on social media. Gu Siqiao had been so furious he nearly fainted, and in the end, he had planned this car accident.
But Gu Yanqing had gotten into the car...
Gu Siqiao found an empty corner and crouched down, clutching his head. What was he supposed to do now? His life seemed like a coffee table, covered in tragedies. He had finally been acknowledged by Gu Yanqing and brought back into the Gu family, thinking he could live a good life at last, only for Gu Mingyuan to suddenly appear out of nowhere.
He hated it so much.
Just then, his head suddenly spun, and a tremendous force yanked him upward, as though his very soul were about to be torn apart.
After that, he felt his body float up like a weightless cloud. Just as he was racking his brains over what was happening, he saw a house.
It was an old, worn-down home nestled amid fields. One look was enough to tell it was in a remote mountain village.
Where was this...?
As he wondered, he saw someone in the courtyard before the house. That person... seemed to be Qiao Wanqing, who had been dead for a long time.
Like a camera zooming