Nirvana Heiress: Reborn and Returning to Stir Up a Storm

Chapter 597 Exploring the Old House

Late at night, Lin Chuyue returned to the villa. The night outside the window was dark, but she felt no weariness.

The study was warmly lit. Lin Chuyue, wearing a long coat, sat at the pear wood desk that her mother, Lin Yalan, had used before her death, her gaze fixed on a small iron box at the deepest part of the drawer.

She had only recently found it in the basement of the old house.

Inside the box were some yellowed letters, a few photos, and a key.

Most notably, there was an unmailed letter addressed to Shen Fang.

Lin Chuyue opened the letter; the handwriting was neat and beautiful, indeed her mother Lin Yalan's.

Shen Fang:

I know you won't forgive me. You might see me as the sinner who stood in your way. But I must write these words—not to atone for my sins, but so that someday, if Chuyue can see this, you will at least understand my decision back then.

I concealed some things and abandoned some people. This included Lin Zhengguo, and it also included you.

But you never considered that everything you did would one day come back to haunt you.

Lin Chuyue held the letter, her knuckles turning slightly white.

This letter was written a week before her mother's death, a period during which Shen Fang secretly sent her mother to the "Jing'an Rehabilitation Center" under the guise of mental health treatment.

She tucked the letter into her bosom and looked at the key on the table.

—That was the key to the secret underground chamber of the Lin family's old residence, something no outsider had ever heard of.

She got up, put on her trench coat, and drove back to the Lin family's old house.

She hadn't set foot in this place since her mother fell seriously ill. Now the house had been uninhabited for a long time, covered in dust, and filled with a musty smell.

She skillfully crossed the backyard, entered the hidden storage room, pushed aside the old bookshelves, and behind the deepest crack in the wall, precisely inserted the key into a small metal door.

With a soft click, the door slowly opened.

An old chandelier lit up, illuminating a densely packed photo collage on the wall.

Lin Chuyue stood in front of the door, stunned.

Those weren't ordinary photos; they were a complete "archive wall" of information about Shen Fang and Lin Zhengguo.

Under each photo, there was a note in her mother's handwriting.

—"In March 1997, Lin Zhengguo traveled to Macau, accompanied by Shen Fang."

—"Lin Yun registered her household in June 2002; her birth certificate showed serious signs of forgery."

—"In September 2005, Lin Zhengguo and Shen Fang established an overseas joint fund."

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Lin Chuyue's gaze grew increasingly somber.

This doesn't seem like a sign of a mother's mental instability at all. She is clearly a calm, alert woman who is desperately trying to find out the truth.

She opened a metal box in the corner; inside was a small tape recorder, its screen flickering with waning battery. She pressed play, and a familiar yet hoarse female voice rang out—

"...I suspect Shen Fang poisoned her, and not just once. Chu Yue has been lethargic and experiencing memory loss lately, and I sent her for testing, but everything came back normal. But Shen Fang put a blue powder in her water glass..."

Lin Chuyue's hands trembled.

She was only fifteen years old that year.

She remembered that she often had headaches that year, and the school teachers said it was because of the pressure of studying. But this was the first time she heard that her mother had been investigating behind the scenes...

The recording continues.

"...Shen Fang's target is not me, nor Lin Zhengguo, but Chuyue's trust rights. She knew about my establishment of an offshore trust and the appointment of an executive successor ten years ago. Her only fear is me..."

"...If I die and you see this recording, please remember, I'm not crazy. And don't believe Lin Zhengguo. He's no longer the father you remember..."

Lin Chuyue gently closed the tape recorder.

It felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe for a long time.

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Early the next morning.

She handed over her mother's letters, recordings, and photographs to Qin Zhe.

Qin Zhe's expression was grave: "Are you sure you want to take action against Lin Zhengguo now?"

Lin Chuyue nodded: "If we had been any later, we would have been at a disadvantage."

Her eyes flashed with a chilling light: "Lin Zhengguo knew about the existence of these materials. He didn't destroy them because he hadn't had time yet. But now... I want him to admit for himself what role he played in his mother's madness."

Qin Zhe sighed: "What are you planning to do?"

Lin Chuyue said softly, "I will arrange a meeting with him. I will use what he values ​​most—the board seat at Vision—to win his sincere heart."

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That evening, Lin Zhengguo arrived at Cuihu Villa as promised.

He was dressed impeccably, his steps steady, and he still looked like the same gentle and composed father. But Lin Chuyue felt only a sense of unfamiliarity.

She placed her mother's tape recorder on the coffee table and calmly pressed play.

Lin Zhengguo's expression changed slightly, and his fingers tightened immediately.

"Where...where did you get this?"

Lin Chuyue didn't answer his question, but stared into his eyes and asked, word by word, "She said you cooperated with Shen Fang to send her to a mental hospital; she said you knew that Shen Fang was using drugs to control me; she said you and Shen Fang had a joint account."

“Are these…real?”

Lin Zhengguo remained silent for a long time before slowly sitting down, his voice strained:

"She never believed me."

"She doesn't believe you because you drove her crazy!" Lin Chuyue's voice suddenly rose, her emotions no longer suppressed. "When she died, not a single relative was by her side. She was labeled 'mentally unstable' before she died, and you tacitly approved of that, didn't you?"

Lin Zhengguo lowered his head, his eyes blank: "I...I just want to save the company...Shen Fang said she can handle it..."

"So you just let a woman drive your wife crazy and drug your daughter?"

Lin Zhengguo's face showed signs of exhaustion, as if he had aged ten years: "I... I was already powerless at that time. Half of the senior management of Vision defected, and your mother insisted on splitting the shares. I... I had no choice."

Lin Chuyue gritted her teeth and smiled sarcastically: "Of course you have a choice, it's just that you didn't choose us."

She took a document out of her bag. “This is all the evidence I have. Once it’s submitted to the trust investigation team, you will not only be stripped of your supervisory position, but the last bit of reputation you have in Vision will also be wiped out.”

"I'm giving you a choice now—stand on my side."

Lin Zhengguo remained silent for a long time before finally looking up at her, a long-lost hint of apology appearing in his eyes:

"Chuyue, if there is a chance... I am willing to make it up to you."

Lin Chuyue put away the documents: "Then let's start by publicly supporting me. At the next board meeting, I want you to speak up—support my motion to remove Lin Yun from office."

Lin Zhengguo nodded, his voice low: "Okay."

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Back at her apartment that evening, Lin Chuyue collapsed wearily onto the sofa.

Li Zhanchuan called, his tone gentle: "How was your day?"

Lin Chuyue said in a low voice, "I did something I didn't want to do."

“But you have to do it.” He comforted her on the other end of the phone. “Lin Zhengguo doesn’t deserve your pity. He betrayed your mother back then, and now he’s just paying the price.”

Lin Chuyue remained silent for a long time.

"Zhanchuan, I'm scared..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that one day I'll become like them."

Li Zhanchuan smiled softly: "You never will."

"why?"

"Because you have a bottom line."

He paused for a second, then said, "They only have a purpose."

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Ending narration:

Lin Chuyue unraveled the mystery surrounding her mother's death, and also reopened the most sordid wound in the Lin family's past.

Behind this standoff between father and daughter, many more people are quietly approaching the center of the chessboard.

The trump card that Lin Yun hadn't yet played was gradually approaching Lin Chuyue's lifeline.

The war has just begun.

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