The next morning, as I stretched lazily in bed, my thoughts sharpened, and I began planning my next moves. Sitting up, I muttered to myself, "If I want to go back to my own place, back to heaven, I need to accomplish three things: realize her dreams, find her loved ones, and seek revenge. But first..."
I paused, a small smile forming. "First comes her dreams. A career. Because once I achieve that, I can live freely, without depending on anyone."
With that resolve, I got up and began rummaging through the room, hoping to find something to guide me. Papers, notebooks, anything. My fingers stopped on a worn sketchbook buried under a pile of forgotten things. I flipped it open, and my breath caught.
Page after page was filled with breathtaking sketches of jewellery and dresses, each design more intricate than the last. The details, the elegance, the creativity—they were extraordinary.
Staring at the sketches, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god, Su Yan, you were so good at this! If only you'd pursued this earlier, you could've been on another level by now. But instead, you wasted your time on Han Sheng."
I snapped the book shut with determination, my grip firm. "Not anymore. Now that I'm here, I won't let this talent go to waste."
With that, I decided: this was where I'd start. Dreams first. Everything else would follow.
And then Mu An's voice echoed in my mind: Her talents will remain with you. It made me curious. Before diving into anything, I wanted to test it out. So, I grabbed a blank sheet of paper and began to draw.
At first, I didn't even know what I was sketching, but my hands moved instinctively. When I finally stopped, the drawing before me was stunning—just as intricate and beautiful as the designs in the sketchbook.
I stared at it in disbelief. It wasn't just her memories; her talents had stayed with this body too. A slow smirk spread across my face as I gathered the papers and her sketchbooks. This was it. My weapon. I was taking all of them to an interview later.
After dressing for the day, I sat at the breakfast table, casually flipping through her sketches while eating. Han sheng walked in and sat beside me, but I didn't even spare him a glance. I was too absorbed in the art to give him any attention.
He cleared his throat, trying to grab my focus, but I kept working, ignoring him completely. Finally, he said, "Next week, there's a birthday party for grandfather. We're going together."
I didn't look up, just muttered, "You have your white moonlight, don't you? Take her instead."
His jaw tightened. "You're my wife. You're coming with me."
I gasped, rolling my eyes and met his gaze for the first time, smirking slightly. "Huh. We'll see," I said nonchalantly, before standing up, thanking Wu ma, the maid, for the food, and walking away without another word.
In the quiet of Han sheng's office, he sat at his desk, staring out the window, his thoughts miles away. His assistant was talking—about reports, contracts, something important—but he didn't seem to hear a word.
"Mr. Han? Mr. Han?" the assistant called, breaking through his haze.
Han sheng blinked, snapping back to the moment. "What?" he asked, his tone sharper than intended.
"You need to sign these," the assistant replied, handing over a stack of documents. Han sheng took the pen, signing absentmindedly, but his thoughts clearly weren't on the papers.
After a moment, he set the pen down and leaned back in his chair. "If someone suddenly loses interest in you... what does that mean?" he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.
The assistant froze, confused. "Interest? What do you mean?"
Han sheng sighed, tapping his fingers on the desk. "Su Yan. She was always... there. Making me breakfast, talking to me about random things, trying to spend time with me. And now... she's distant. Like she doesn't care. What do you think that means?"
The assistant hesitated before replying, "Well... it could mean she's tired of you."
Han sheng frowned deeply, sitting up straighter. "Tired?"
"I mean..." The assistant scrambled to explain. "Think about it. She's done everything for you these past three years. When you were sick, she took care of you. When you ignored her, she still stayed by your side. But... you've never really paid attention to her, have you? Maybe she's decided it's enough. She wants to live her own life now."
Han sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. "Live her own life," he repeated.
The assistant nodded cautiously. "Yeah. Maybe she's decided it's time to focus on herself. Or maybe... she's found something—or someone—else to care about."
Han sheng's grip on the pen tightened, his knuckles whitening as a flicker of something unfamiliar sparked in his chest. Jealousy. Or maybe... fear.
Han Sheng paused for a moment, thinking about how to make me calm down. His assistant, always quick to offer advice, said, "You know, you could just take her out to dinner or give her some flowers. Girls always fall for that kind of thing."
Han Sheng nodded, taking the suggestion in. "Alright, get me a necklace—something expensive—and book a private room at a nice restaurant."
"Understood, sir," the assistant said, and quickly left to handle the arrangements.
Then Han Sheng pulled out his phone and messaged, asking me to join him for dinner. After hitting send, he waited, staring at his screen. A few minutes passed, then five… and still, no reply.
He couldn't help but check his phone again. No message.
What was she doing? Why wasn't she responding? He stood up, pacing in frustration, then tried calling. His heart sank as the call went unanswered. "She ignored me... again."
He tried again, but it was the same. Nothing. "What was going on with her?" Han Sheng muttered in confusion.
On other side, I was waiting nervously for my interview, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. It was my turn next, and the thought of making the best impression was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.
As I was lost in my thoughts, someone called my name, signalling it was time. I stood up and walked into the room, giving myself a little pep talk as I sat down.
As the interview began, I shared my sketches, pouring everything I had into the presentation. The interviewer was impressed, their eyes widening as they looked at my work.
To my surprise, they immediately offered me the job and gave me the position of senior designer. I was stunned, but I couldn't contain the joy that bubbled up inside me. This was it. I'd done it.
The first thing I did after the interview was over was call Fu Qian, to share the good news about my first big step and the victory in my career.
He was ecstatic for me, his excitement practically leaping through the phone.
"We have to celebrate!" he said. "I've ordered 10 male models for us! It's time to have a good time in the mortal world. Meet me at the Shenzhen bar tonight!"
I couldn't help but laugh at his excitement. "Wait... male models? Really? Oh my god, I'm looking forward to this. I'll definitely come."
That was my first instinct—celebrate the success and take that step into a new chapter of my life.
I got ready for the celebration, bringing my favourite dress and making sure everything was perfect. I slipped into the outfit, feeling both sexy and excited, then made my way to the bar—more like a private gym, really, set up for the night.
The moment I stepped inside, I was greeted by the sight of 10 male models, all there to meet with me. They looked like they'd just stepped out of a magazine, their abs toned and muscles perfectly sculpted. I couldn't help but admire them—handsome, confident, and oh-so charming.
We kicked off the evening with drinks, laughter filling the air as we got into the rhythm of the party. Karaoke started soon after, and I couldn't resist joining in. The music, the energy, and the company made the night unforgettable. I was having the time of my life—dancing, singing, laughing—just enjoying everything this moment had to offer.
It felt so good to be free, to celebrate, and to know I was finally taking control of my own happiness.