Tang Zhi spent twelve years as a shadow in the Tang family.
From the day her mother drank poison and took her own life when Tang Zhi was six, she became the most unwanted member of this family of physicians. After her aunt Wen Nanxing took charge of the household, Tang Zhi lived in the attic and did odd jobs, treated worse than a servant. Her only hope was to get into university at eighteen and escape this prison for good.
But fate insisted on driving her toward a dead end.
Her thirteen-year-old younger brother, Tang Zijin, broke the arm of the Fu family’s young heiress, Fu Ruan Tang, at school. She was the Fu family’s most treasured jewel, and the Fu family was a powerful force capable of shaking the political establishment of City A.
The Tang family panicked. Tang Wang and Wen Nanxing made their decision that very night: they would send Tang Zhi to the Fu family and let them do as they pleased, in exchange for sparing Tang Zijin.
When the news spread, no one thought Tang Zhi would survive the night. After all, Fu Yunting, the head of the Fu family, was a famously ruthless devil. Rumor had it he could grind his enemies’ bones to dust. In his eyes, even a fallen family like the Tangs was no more than an ant.
Sending her there was no different from sending her to her death.
Tang Zhi thought so too. Sitting in the car on the way to the Fu family’s old residence, she watched the neon lights flash past outside and calmly closed her eyes, as if waiting for an ending that had long been decided.
Years later, at City A’s most luxurious shopping mall.
Fu Yunting wore a bespoke suit, a cigar that he hadn’t lit held between his fingers, yet he was kneeling on one knee to personally try a pair of limited-edition high heels on the girl in his arms. The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling as she reached out to smooth the furrow between his brows, her manner natural and affectionate.
A collective gasp rose from those around them. The girl was none other than Tang Zhi, who was supposed to have “died” at the Fu residence all those years ago! Even Fu Ruan Tang, famed for her spoiled ways, stood nearby and sweetly called out, “Sister-in-law!”
Not bad, not bad. I haven't read a redemption story in a long time.