Eventually, Su Chenghui's worry lessened little by little as time passed. It was almost entirely gone in these recent years.
He was relishing this outcome, relishing Li Qianxue's lack of awareness.
He was waiting. He had to live longer than Li Qianxue, for he was waiting for the day when Li Qianxue would be on her death bed — the moment when she would be about to depart from this world.
He would tell her. He would tell her that the daughter she had doted on all these years was actually the offspring of the woman she hated the most.
He would tell her that everything the Li family owned would eventually come as an inheritance to a child not of Li Qianxue's blood.
He imagined Li Qianxue's expression. He thought about the response she might have and thought about her anger and grief.
He felt that that was the only way he could feel true satisfaction from his act of vengeance.
