That sense that something was wrong had actually been there all along. Su Ningyue simply hadn't considered this possibility before.
She had never suspected that Yu Qingchuan had become a different person on the inside. After all, although transmigrating into books or other worlds was common in fiction and television, so far it was nothing more than hearsay.
Her current theory was that Yu Qingchuan might have a split personality-the kind where the primary personality suffered a shock and developed a complementary secondary personality.
Otherwise, he couldn't possibly have changed so dramatically.
At the thought, a glimmer of excitement returned to Su Ningyue's eyes. If she could prove that Yu Qingchuan had a mental illness, he would surely be stripped of his inheritance rights.
Then the Yu Corporation would still belong to Yu Qingluo in the future. Yu Qingluo had always been a dutiful son. Even if he was defying her now, she could always win him back with a little coaxing.
The thought of having only a hundred thousand yuan a month to live on twisted Su Ningyue's expression.
And Yu Chenyi had gone even further: he had frozen all the assets she had accumulated over the years.
Su Ningyue lowered her eyes, concealing the hatred in them. One day, she would make them pay dearly.
Whether it was Yu Chenyi or Yu Qingchuan.
She would spare neither of them.
Yu Qingchuan had no idea that Su Ningyue still hadn't given up and was continuing to scheme. Even if he had known, though, he wouldn't have been afraid. He wasn't foolish enough to confront her head-on. His father in this world had already separated from Su Ningyue, and Yu Qingluo had moved out too. Alone at home, what trouble could she possibly stir up?
The days passed, and at