Book One Chapter 118: Heaven Has No Eyes

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"Xiao Wan, it's me, your father! Don't you recognize me?"

A few steps away, a middle-aged man in a disheveled suit stared at her with wide eyes, his face lit up with the joy of something lost and found again.

An icy chill shot straight down to Sang Wan's feet.

She could even feel herself trembling.

It was a fear etched into her very bones.

When she was very, very young, she was always jolted awake in the middle of the night.

Sang Dawei, drunk and stumbling home, would kick at anything in his path, then yank her mother out of her embrace and drag her toward the bedroom.

Too little to understand what was happening, all she could do was pound on the door and wail.

As she grew older, she learned to fight back. But the knife and axe she'd strain to lift with all her might were effortlessly snatched into his grip, even becoming weapons he could use to threaten her mother.

She couldn't beat him.

She couldn't escape him.

No matter where she and her mother hid, he always found them.

Once, she and her mother were already seated on a train headed to another city when he showed up with his pack of worthless friends, searching car by car, and in the last second before departure, dragged them off the train and back home.

After getting off, her mother was kicked aside like a useless rag.

He dragged her to a gambling den and staked her as a bet, losing her to an old man across the table.

How old had she been that year?

Sang Wan couldn't remember. She only remembered a courage she'd never possessed before.

Out that door, there was a wall right across.

If she smashed her head into it, it would all be over.

The only thing she couldn't bear to leave behind was her mother.

If she left her alone, what would she do?

Perhaps she'd die too, then.

But that day, she still couldn't go through with it.

The moment she stepped outside, she saw her mother—a madwoman dragging a meat cleaver, slashing at anyone in her path.

The crowd howled and scattered.

Sang Dawei took the worst of it.

Her mother, shouldering the dripping cleaver, took her hand and limped back to the old house.

From that day on, the cleaver became a weapon of self-defense tucked beneath both their pillows.

They lived in terror for days, afraid Sang Dawei would die, that her mother would go to prison for murder, and that prison wouldn't let her bring a child.

Thankfully, nothing happened.

No police sirens in the dead of night.

No police officers suddenly appearing at the door.

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And Sang Dawei vanished for a long stretch of time.

But later, when Sang Dawei reappeared, life sank back into the old nightmare, as if there was no escaping it.

Over the years, every time she saw a shooting star or fireworks, Sang Wan would make a wish.

She only had two wishes.

One: that her mother be well, safe and smooth for the rest of her days.

Two: that heaven had eyes, and would take Sang Dawei away, never letting him appear before her and her mother again.

At this moment, Sang Wan realized heaven had no eyes.

It had never looked upon her with favor.

Otherwise, how was Sang Dawei—who should have died a thousand times over—still alive?

How could he still be standing before her, hale and whole, at this very moment?

"I don't know you!"

Strength that had been nearly drained by fear slowly trickled back. Sang Wan finished coldly, then turned and walked away.

"Xiao Wan, I'm your father—how can you not even recognize your own father? Xiao Wan..."

Sang Dawei chased after her.

He had searched high and low with worn-out shoes, only to find her with no effort at all.

He'd been back in the capital for over a week now, yet couldn't find Sun Yueqing and Sang Wan anywhere.

At the old house where they used to rent, the neighbors were either dead or moved away—not a familiar face to be found.

His old cronies were either behind bars or vanished without a trace.

It had taken every ounce of his cunning to dig up that Sun Yueqing had killed someone and gone to prison, while Sang Wan, so the word went, had married some rich man and become a lady of leisure in an affluent household.

When he'd gone to the prison and Sun Yueqing was brought out by the guard, the shift on her face from joy to shock to terror was seared into his memory.

She'd sworn up and down that Sang Wan was dead, dead for years.

The skeptical Sang Dawei immediately formed a suspicion.

Heaven never fails the persistent—he'd staked out the prison gate and caught Sang Wan coming to visit.

And the grand, imposing entrance of Wanxin Apartment confirmed what he'd suspected.

Sang Wan really had married into wealth.

The thought that he'd never have to sleep rough again—that he'd have a lavish apartment to live in, a new car to drive, and could gather his friends for bar hopping, gambling, and KTV like the old days—made Sang Dawei feel that all his recent hardship had been worth it.

"Sang Wan!!!"

Seeing that Sang Wan was about to step into the elevator with the crowd, while security guards were rushing over from a distance—

Sang Dawei roared: "Don't think pretending not to know me will get you out of this! The blood running through your veins is mine. Without me, how could you be living the good life today?"

"They say I raised you small, and you'll raise me old. Now that you've married into a wealthy family, you want to shake off your old man, is that it? Let me tell you—over my dead body..."

"Look, everyone! Look at this ungrateful wretch! If you work with someone like her, aren't you afraid she'll end up just like her mother and stab you all one day?"

Sang Dawei's booming voice echoed through the entire first-floor lobby.

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At the elevator door, all the blood in Sang Wan's body rushed to her head.

"The 'S' from the forum gossip—it really is her!"

"A gambling father, a murdering mother... ugh, what terrifying genes. The thought of working in the same company as someone like her, maybe even brushing past her in the elevator or the cafeteria—it gives me goosebumps!"

"I heard she hooked up with President Lou. How else would she have gotten into Lou Corporation?"

"Shh..."

Murmurs rippled all around. Even the elevator doors, which should have closed, lingered open.

Everyone was watching her make a spectacle of herself.

Sang Wan suddenly lifted her head and addressed the people in the elevator: "It's true I have a biological father who's a gambler and a mother who killed someone and went to prison. But the gossip on the forum was slander and defamation—the other party has already apologized. I got into Lou Corporation on my own merits."

"I have no relationship with President Lou whatsoever. You can talk about me all you want, but please—don't drag innocent people into it."

Some lowered their heads, afraid to meet Sang Wan's eyes.

Someone near the door slammed the close button.

The elevator fell silent.

Sang Wan took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm, and called Lin Qiyue to ask for a day off.

Sang Dawei was held at the company entrance by security guards, a row of them standing before him with the clear implication that if he took one more step forward, they'd haul him straight to the police station.

Sang Wan walked down the steps, her face icy. "Speak. What do you want?"

"Wouldn't it have been easier if you'd done this from the start?"

Sang Dawei's expression relaxed. He tilted his head back to look up at Lou Corporation's towering office building, then turned a greedy gaze on Sang Wan. "I hear you married a rich man? Give me 500,000 first. Once I've spent it... no, wait—let me recover for a few days, rest up, and then I'll talk to you."

There would be plenty of days ahead.

As long as Sang Wan was around, Sang Wan was his bank—he could spend and withdraw at will.

"I'll take you to withdraw it!"

Sang Wan turned to leave.

Sang Dawei pointed at the battered pickup truck in the parking lot. "I've got a car."

She looked back. Sure enough, it was the same vehicle that had followed her from the prison all the way to Wanxin Apartment that day.

Sang Wan's eyes darkened. She held out her hand. "Give me the keys!"

Certain Sang Wan wouldn't dare deceive him, Sang Dawei promptly took out the keys and handed them to her.

The battered pickup roared out of the lot.

On the steps, Yang Yan, who had rushed over, caught only a glimpse of the truck's rear end.

An ominous feeling rose from the depths of his heart. Yang Yan pulled out his phone and made a call.

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