Chapter 39: Because There Are Villains Here

Shen Hanzhi’s words left his assistant momentarily stunned, a look of confusion flickering across his face before he finally spoke in a low voice.
“Even so, wasn’t it said that the eldest daughter of the Qiao family died when she was just a child...?”
As the assistant finished speaking, a cold, mocking smile appeared on Shen Hanzhi’s face.
“Not necessarily.”
“Boss...” The assistant’s surprise was plain, his expression full of bewilderment.
It was common knowledge that the Qiao family’s eldest daughter, Qiao Yimo, had died young in an accident...
But Shen Hanzhi had no intention of explaining further. Abruptly, he rose from his chair.
“That will be all for today. You can leave now. Don’t forget to have tomorrow’s meeting documents sorted and sent to me first thing in the morning.” Shen Hanzhi instructed.
“Yes, sir...” The assistant snapped back to his senses and nodded hurriedly.
Shen Hanzhi turned and strode out of the office, leaving the assistant behind with a look of astonishment. After a moment, the assistant raised his wrist and glanced at his watch in disbelief.
It was only seven thirty. The boss had never left work this early before.
...
At the lakeside villa.
That evening, Aunt Xu wrapped Lin Nanxun’s injured left hand in plastic wrap and made sure she could enjoy a comfortable bath.

Once she had finished bathing, Lin Nanxun slipped into a cozy, plush set of pajamas. Aunt Xu helped her dry her hair, unable to resist a note of praise.
“Miss Lin, your hair is so beautiful—so black and so soft.”
Hearing Aunt Xu’s compliment, Lin Nanxun’s face lit up with a joyful smile.
“My grandmother always said the same thing.”
After spending the past few days together, Lin Nanxun had come to feel that Aunt Xu was as kind as her own grandmother. She liked having her around and found herself less afraid with her company.
Although she still preferred being with that “bad man,” she was also quite happy to have Aunt Xu by her side.
After returning from the hospital, with its pervasive scent of medicine, she suddenly found this house—which once had seemed cold and empty—much warmer and more comfortable.
She was starting to like this place now.
After all, the “bad man” was here, Aunt Xu was here, and even Zhou Bei, who had been visiting her at the hospital lately, was becoming a familiar and comforting presence.
Just then, Aunt Xu finished drying her hair and gently combed through the long strands.
When Aunt Xu finally set the comb aside, Lin Nanxun turned to her with some concern.
“Aunt Xu, are you going home now?” she asked.
At the hospital, Aunt Xu had stayed with her the whole time, but now that they were back, she assumed things would return to the way they were before, with Aunt Xu leaving in the evenings.
“Yes, it’s gotten dark out. You should get some rest too, Miss Lin,” Aunt Xu replied with a nod.

Hearing this, Lin Nanxun let out a quiet sigh, her voice small and tinged with disappointment.
“All right.”
Aunt Xu was going home, and the “bad man” would not return until late—she felt a little scared to stay here all alone.
Seeing Lin Nanxun’s forlorn look, Aunt Xu’s heart softened. After a moment’s thought, she spoke gently.
“How about this? I’ll stay here with you for the next few days. With your hand injured, it’s not convenient for you to be alone.”
The instant Aunt Xu finished speaking, Lin Nanxun, who had been sitting with her head bowed in dejection, looked up in delighted surprise.
“Really?”
“Of course,” Aunt Xu said with a warm smile, unable to resist sharing in her happiness. “I’ll have someone bring over a bed and some bedding. Tonight, I’ll stay here and sleep with you.”
Overjoyed by Aunt Xu’s words, Lin Nanxun nodded eagerly in agreement.