CHAPTER 463: CHAPTER 463: TANG YANQI IS DEAD, I AM SU ANLE (3)

Late at night, a person who was originally sleeping soundly in bed suddenly woke up from a dream.

Su Anle sat up in terror, breathing deeply. After several seconds, she reached out with her cold hand and pressed the switch of the bedside lamp.

She hadn’t dreamed of that person for a long time, so why did she dream of him again after learning she was going back to B City?

In the dream, those arrogant eyes looked at her with a heart-piercing coldness, saying to her, "Tang Yanqi, never appear in front of me again."

Su Anle got up and went out, poured a glass of water, and stood on the balcony.

The nights in Paris were somewhat cool, and the breeze lifted the bangs on her forehead, revealing the scar hidden beneath.

It was the mark left from that car accident.

Scenes from the past were like events from a previous life, Su Anle closed her eyes.

She remembered waking up after the car accident, lying in the hospital, with Shen Jiyan—someone she had only met twice—standing beside her. He wanted to send her back to the Sheng Family, but she begged him to take her away.

Despite her injuries, she followed Shen Jiyan to France.

Don’t ask her why she trusted a man she had only met twice; at that time, Tang Yanqi was already in the worst condition, nothing could be worse.

After recuperating here for three months, her injuries healed, and she learned from Shen Jiyan that the reason he was there that day was that he accompanied the Sheng Family to pay respects to Mr. Sheng. As he was leaving, he was delayed by a phone call, and as a result, saw a car crashing into her from the intersection.

Shen Jiyan drove into the car head-on without hesitation, causing the vehicle to veer off and saving her life.

She believed what Shen Jiyan said was true because, upon recalling the situation later, she did hear other crashing sounds after being hit. Besides, Shen Jiyan had no reason to lie to her.

Whether the car accident was deliberate or accidental, she knew in her heart, but she didn’t want to investigate further. Those matters, those people, she didn’t want to have any more contact with them.

Over the past three years, she unintentionally heard many things about B City.

For example, half a year after the accident, the Tang Family completely collapsed, and many old debts of Tang Ruhai and Shen Wanqing were exposed, leading to imprisonment. Shen Wanqing was diagnosed with a mental disorder a month after being jailed and was released for medical treatment but died in a mental hospital.

Also, Shengshi Group ventured into the pharmaceutical field and turned its subsidiary pharmaceutical company into an industry giant within just a year.

In this world, no one is indispensable, Sheng Jianan without Tang Yanqi remained the son of heaven, unattainably high.

And Tang Yanqi, without Sheng Jianan, became Su Anle and carved out her own space.

Disliking finance, disliking economics, she began to learn foreign languages with the help of Shen Jiyan. She was already proficient in English and French, and her extraordinary linguistic talent allowed her to thrive in this field. The solid foundation, talent, and endless effort enabled her to enter the Institute of Translation in the shortest time.

The breeze blew, and Su Anle shivered and turned back into the room. She hadn’t thought about those people or those things for a long time.

Her relentless effort, vocabulary, grammar, and translation occupied almost all her brain cells, leaving no extra thoughts for anything else.

And she liked it this way, doing what she loved, feeling fulfilled and happy.

Su Anle put down the cup, and a crisp voice came from behind: "Mom."