Let me start with the ending: The entire Jiang family, who once threw me away like trash, regretted it and knelt, begging me not to leave.
I just smiled. “Mr. Jiang Nansheng, we don’t know each other.”
The story began when I was sixteen.
The real heiress, Jiang Wanxing, returned, reborn, and revealed her true parentage through tears. I fell from the clouds.
My family said, “Zhixia, you took sixteen years of Wanxing’s life. It’s time to give them back.”
I nodded calmly, taking only a few hundred yuan and a suitcase full of books.
They thought I’d come crawling back in tears to beg for forgiveness.
Instead, I moved into a luxurious mansion.
They thought I’d be heartbroken over love and get dumped by the Shen family.
Instead, Shen Jingzhe cornered me at the school gate. “Jiang Zhixia, I’ll build you a financial model. You let me be your boss husband. How about it?”
They thought I’d fade into obscurity.
Instead, I earned a place at Peking University, and the corporation I founded became an industry benchmark.
Then one day, Ruan Yimo, a female tycoon who had returned from overseas, found me with a yellowed photograph in her hand and tears streaming down her face. “My child, I’ve finally found you.”
The Jiang family was dumbfounded.
The person they’d abandoned wasn’t some useless adopted daughter. She was a business queen who could have led their family to the top, and the true granddaughter of a top-tier wealthy family, someone they could never hope to measure up to.
Later, my former father, Jiang Nansheng, waited outside my company, his face full of humility. “Zhixia, come home. Dad was wrong.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Home? My home is on the Forbes list. And who are you?”
