Nan Song calmed down, turned on the computer, and tapped quickly on the keyboard with his fingers, hacking directly into the surveillance system and erasing all traces of his passing.
She left as cleanly as she came.
"Sir, madam is gone!"
Early the next morning, Yu Jinwen returned to the mansion from the hospital after receiving the news.
The moment he opened the room, he smelled the fresh and pleasant fragrance of roses. This was Nan Song's scent, and he was used to it after three years of smelling it.
He rarely sets foot in the master bedroom, which was decorated by Nan Song himself. The entire tone is different from other rooms. The bright yellow sheets and bedding exude a quiet and warm atmosphere, and it is clean and tidy, which is her style.
But he didn't stop, let alone appreciate it, but walked straight to the bedside.
The woman had already signed the divorce agreement, and the 10 million check signed by him was left there intact.
An exquisite and transparent rose seal was placed on the bedside, with the four characters "Yu Jinwen Seal" printed on the bottom. The white roses on the side were carved lifelike and with extraordinary skill. He couldn't help but touch it. The jade was excellent Hetian white jade.
It's clear and translucent, and feels cool in the palm of your hand. What's rare is that there are red lines seeping into the bottom. In the sun, it looks like a red rose blooming gracefully inside, which is both magical and beautiful.
She liked roses. He knew that she had one planted in the yard, but he had never given her a bouquet.
There was a card underneath the seal. He picked it up and opened it, and saw the beautiful handwriting on it: "Happy third anniversary. Goodbye, Jin."
Yu Jinwen looked at those two lines of words, raised his eyes, and looked at the calendar placed beside the bed. The tenth day of the fourth lunar month seemed to be the day they received the certificate. Three years had passed in a flash.
He held the valuable Hetian jade in his hand, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Where did she get the money?
He didn't pay less for the monthly household expenses, but the money in it was rarely used. The woman said that she had no worries about food or clothing at home, and there was nothing to spend money on, and there were no large expenditures in her account.
Yu Jinwen listened to the assistant's report with a reserved look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Check where she went. Pay attention to recent movements. If it is really the opponent who planted her here, be sure to capture her."
Lu Nansong, an orphan who was born in a rural area and has no father or mother, is this really the case?
***
Three days later, Nancheng.
The headquarters of Nan Group, located in the Guangmao Building in the CBD, was in a state of chaos today. Company employees were rushing in, and senior executives had arrived early to meet in the lobby on the first floor, waiting for the arrival of the new president.
Just the day before yesterday, Nan Group, whose stock prices plummeted and was on the verge of bankruptcy, suddenly came back to life and was acquired by a mysterious boss at a high price. While the employees kept their jobs, they fell into another kind of panic.
"Who is the new president? Is he a man or a woman? What is his background? Haven't you heard any news about it?"
"Don't talk about us. The management doesn't know the identity of the new president. Otherwise, the dragon has seen its beginning but not its end. I hope it's a handsome guy. Come quickly and have a domineering president to save me!"
"Go ahead and have your big dreams. What if it's a female boss?"
"Don't be ridiculous, how is that possible? You might as well hope that the eldest daughter of the Nan family will come back to life..."
"Come on, come on! Stop talking!"
Everyone waited with bated breath and turned their eyes to the door. A nervous mood arose spontaneously. They saw a black Rolls-Royce parked at the door. The vice president went to open the door personally and got out of the car alone.
To be precise, it's a woman.
The ten-centimeter-high black high-heeled shoes fell to the ground first, and then a woman with neat short hair and a white suit got out of the car and slowly stood up straight. Her delicate makeup highlighted her beautiful face.
The company's senior executives, old employees who had worked for Nan Group for nearly ten years, looked at this familiar face and shouted in surprise, "Miss, Miss..."
Nan Song stood at the door of Nan Group, her red lips raised slightly, "Hi, long time no see."