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As night fell, it draped over the city like a massive black curtain, casting everything beneath its shadow.
I stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top office at Shengshi Group. The spacious and luxurious office behind me felt cold and empty.
Outside, the city remained ablaze with lights, bustling with traffic, and the vibrant neon signs flickered, weaving together a bizarre tapestry of a steel jungle. Yet within me lay a desolate void.
A month ago, Li Mingyue was finally captured. In that moment, my revenge reached its conclusion—a cruel and bloody conclusion.
However, the thrill of revenge was far from the sweetness I had imagined; it felt more like a bitter drink, burning my throat and stabbing at my heart.
The neon lights outside sliced across my cheek like sharp knives, bringing waves of icy pain but also a sense of resolve.
I raised my hand, gently brushing my fingertips against the delicate earring on my earlobe. That familiar sensation was like a key that instantly unlocked the floodgates of memory, unleashing those recollections I had forcefully buried deep within me, surging forth like a tidal wave.
The image of my father lying in a pool of blood resurfaced vividly in my mind. That scene was like a dagger, forever piercing the softest part of my heart; each recollection brought unbearable pain.
"Xue'er."
Li Qiushui's voice gently broke through my reverie, pulling me back from the abyss of memories.
She walked over, holding a document in her hand, her gaze warm yet resolute.
"This is our team's proposed five-year development plan for Shengshi Group."
She handed me the document, a faint smile gracing her lips.
I took the document, my gaze sharp as a knife, quickly scanning each line, every number.
"Thirty percent of the investment goes to public welfare?"
I raised an eyebrow, my tone laced with amusement, confusion, and a hint of... anticipation.
"That's right."
Li Qiushui smiled, her expression radiant and confident.
"Companies should not only pursue profit; they must also take on social responsibility."
She paused, her eyes growing more resolute.
"This is our new direction and the mission of Shengshi Group moving forward."
"Xue'er, the revenge is complete; it's time to let go of the past. The road ahead is long, and we should work together to create a better future."
Just then, a sudden knock on the door interrupted our conversation.
Li Shihau entered, his face unusually bearing a touch of warmth, kindness, and... guilt.
"Dad."
I called softly, this title still feeling somewhat unfamiliar, even a bit... ironic.
"Sit."
He settled onto the sofa across from me, his eyes filled with guilt and regret.
He looked at me, opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
"I owe you too much over the years."
He finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
"If it weren't for my indecision back then, perhaps your mother wouldn't..."
His voice choked, unable to continue. Pain and self-reproach etched across his face, the former strength and dominance he once had were nowhere to be seen.
"If time could turn back, I would stand by your mother without hesitation, even if it meant going against the whole world!"
"Let the past drift away with the wind."
I replied softly, my tone as calm as still water. There was no hint of turmoil in my gaze; only I knew how much pain and struggle lay hidden beneath that indescribable tranquility.
The next day, I arrived at the detention center.
It was dark and damp here, filled with the stench of sewage, a stark contrast to the glamorous world outside.
Wei Zheng and Zhang Jin were held in separate cells. They wore prison uniforms, their faces haggard and their eyes dull, like abandoned rats scurrying through the streets, stripped of their former arrogance and pride.
"I didn't expect you to come see me."
Wei Zheng looked at me, his gaze complex, laced with a hint of sarcasm, a touch of self-mockery, and a dash of... unwillingness.
I simply stared back at him, my eyes as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth.
That gaze was like sharp ice blades, piercing deep into his heart.
"I came to tell you that I forgive you."
I spoke, my voice calm and unruffled, as if discussing something unrelated to myself.
Wei Zheng was momentarily stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Bullet Screen captured the shock within him, erupting like a volcano.
"She has changed; she really has changed. No longer is she the bloodthirsty Ding Xue'er, no longer the vengeful goddess blinded by hatred."
Then, I went to see Zhang Jin.
"I'm sorry, Xue'er."
He lowered his head, his voice humble, like a dog that had done something wrong, stripped of all its previous arrogance.
The regret within him was palpable, like venomous snakes gnawing at his soul.
"For the sake of profit, I betrayed the most precious feelings. I will never forgive myself for this in my lifetime."
A week later, the Shengshi Group's annual meeting was held as scheduled.
The venue was lavishly decorated, illuminated brilliantly, and filled with the sounds of lively chatter and laughter.
I stood on the stage, dressed in an elegant black gown that exuded grace and nobility.
My gaze swept across the hundreds of faces below—some familiar, some unfamiliar; some who had once flattered me, and others who had looked upon me with disdain.
"From today onward, Shengshi Group will invest a significant amount of funds into charitable causes."
My voice rang clear and loud, echoing throughout the hall.
"I have decided to donate 30% of the company's shares to a charitable foundation."
At this announcement, a wave of murmurs rippled through the audience, buzzing like a swarm of disturbed bees.
They were surprised, puzzled, confused, and appreciative; various gazes focused on me like searchlights.
"This world needs more kindness, not hatred."
I declared firmly, each word striking like a nail driven deep into their hearts.
"Let us work together to bring about change in our society and create a better future!"
The thunderous applause erupted, echoing endlessly, almost lifting the roof off.
Li Qiushui stood in the audience, tears shimmering in her eyes—tears of emotion and understanding.
She looked at me, a comforting smile spreading across her face, as if to say,
"Xue'er, you have finally grown up; you have found your own path."
In that moment, I understood that true victory is not about defeating others but conquering oneself, overcoming the demons within, and breaking free from the hatred that had blinded me.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating every corner of the venue, warming the entire space and my heart, as if it were speaking for my rebirth.
This was a brand new beginning, a hopeful start.
My life had finally turned a new page.
I, Ding Xue'er, had finally found redemption.
The hatred within me had finally been laid to rest.
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