Volume One, Chapter Nine: Shen Qingzhu Faces Retribution

Autumn in Kyoto is usually shrouded in haze, but today was a rare occasion of clear weather—the sun hung high in the sky, and a cool autumn breeze brushed against the skin.

In the golf clubhouse, Shu Ya had just finished changing. She stepped onto the golf course, scanning the surroundings for any sign of Fu Jinyan. Having lived an extra lifetime, she knew he would be here to play today.

Why hadn’t she seen him yet?

Her curiosity was interrupted by a voice behind her.

“Shu Ya?”

The voice was unbearably familiar—so familiar that in countless restless nights, she had wished she could utterly annihilate its owner.

With a shudder of disgust, Shu Ya turned around.

As expected, it was Shen Qingzhu.

Today, Shen Qingzhu wore a pristine white golf outfit. Her features were soft, not strikingly beautiful, but her sharp nose lent her a resilience akin to wild grass growing stubbornly in harsh soil.

There were only the two of them here, so Shen Qingzhu made no effort to pretend.

“You really went to a lot of trouble, didn’t you? Must’ve taken quite some effort to track down Brother Yichen’s whereabouts. He did come here with me, but don’t even think about it—he won’t see you.”

Such a vivid imagination.

Shu Ya glanced at her coldly.

“You’re overthinking it. Not everyone likes eating dirt like you do.”

“You…”

Shen Qingzhu opened her mouth to retort, but Shu Ya cut her off sharply.

“Move aside, don’t block my way.”

She pushed past Shen Qingzhu and strode forward.

There he was: Fu Jinyan.

Without wasting time on Shen Qingzhu, Shu Ya focused on him. Even from ten meters away, his sharply defined features were unmistakable—every inch sculpted like a masterpiece by the heavens, cold, exquisite, and flashing with a chilling light.

Fu Jinyan, here we meet again.

In her previous life, at dusk, she had driven home from the old mansion but got into a minor car accident, fracturing a bone. Injured and barely able to move, she dragged herself to the roadside, flagging down the first passing car—which happened to be Fu Jinyan’s. She cried out for help.

By then, darkness had fallen, and although she couldn’t make out the face in the driver’s seat, the indifferent gaze remained etched in her memory—like the endless cold of the northern plains, utterly devoid of warmth.

She expected him to stand by coldly.

But instead,

Fu Jinyan carried her into the car.

He took her home and even summoned his private doctor to tend to her.

When she regained some strength, Fu Jinyan approached her bedside. Sharp as she was, she sensed the restrained, covetous desire in his eyes. “The man you married is useless. You’d be better off with me.”

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Even though they were so close now,

Shu Ya hesitated to approach.

She understood men too well.

They never cherish what comes too easily; it must be won through their initiative.

Fu Jinyan didn’t glance her way once. With no chance for interaction, how could she possibly get him to notice her? That was the challenge.

Just then,

A golf ball flew toward Shu Ya.

“Ah—”

Screams erupted around her.

She turned at the sound.

The ball struck her arm directly—a heavy blow that sent sharp pain coursing through her. She dropped her bag in shock and staggered a few steps before steadying herself.

Rolling up her sleeve, she saw the bruise already darkening on her arm.

“Shu Ya, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and hit you. Are you okay?” Shen Qingzhu approached, guilt written all over her face.

Standing there so boldly, Shen Qingzhu claimed she hadn’t noticed.

What a joke.

Shu Ya wasn’t angry; she just gave her a cold glance and turned away, her eyes falling on her bag.

Coincidentally—or perhaps not—the bag had landed against Fu Jinyan’s calf.

He looked up at her.

His eyes, with more visible whites than usual, were like a blizzard sweeping through—piercing cold that chilled a person to the bone.

Undeterred by such a freezing gaze, Shu Ya walked over.

Everyone watching looked at her as if she were courting death.

Daring to offend Master Fu.

Her fate wouldn’t be good.

Squatting beside Fu Jinyan, she picked up her bag. As she did, her fingers brushed lightly against his calf—whether by accident or intent, it was a subtle provocation. Then she spoke innocently.

“Sorry, Master Fu.”

“My wrist was just hit by a golf ball; it hurt so much I threw my bag onto your leg.”

She lowered her lashes, careful to hide the smile flickering in her eyes.

The moment she saw Shen Qingzhu strike the ball, a plan had formed in her mind—throw the bag close to Fu Jinyan, whether the impression was good or bad, it would be the first step in bridging the gap.

In fact,

She owed thanks to Shen Qingzhu.

Fu Jinyan’s gaze traced from her hand upward to her face, the same cold, distant look as when they first met in the last life—like an icy plain in the far north, aloof and untouchable.

Though his face was so cold, he asked quietly,

“Who hit you?”

Shu Ya pointed at Shen Qingzhu.

Fu Jinyan shot Shen Qingzhu a disdainful glance. “Get her out.”

Two bodyguards stepped forward to seize Shen Qingzhu’s arms. With panic in her eyes, she was dragged toward the exit.

Shen Qingzhu called out urgently,

“Master Fu, I didn’t mean to hit her! Besides, she threw her bag at your leg. If she’d held it properly, it wouldn’t have hit you. This is all her fault—you should be the one to kick her out!”

Fu Jinyan ignored her completely.

Like a god towering over mortals—aloof and indifferent.

At that moment, Shu Ya spoke up.

“Wait, don’t kick her out just yet. She just hit me, so if you send her away now, won’t my pain have been for nothing? Let me hit her back first, then you can kick her out.”

Fu Jinyan’s eyelid twitched slightly.

He didn’t refuse.

That meant she could.

Shu Ya picked up a golf club.

A golf ball was heavy; a strong blow to the head could kill. She once saw a player in a tournament strike a flying pigeon, which shattered on impact, blood spraying everywhere.

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