The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Shen Yao had been away from Yanjing for some time. When she returned, she did not choose to go straight to that city.

According to the original, undisturbed timeline, she should still be in Yuncheng, quietly doing what she needs to do.

So she returned to Yuncheng.

"This was given to me by Liang Xiheng. He said it contains evidence proving Aqing's innocence and evidence exposing Liang Zhenghe."

Shen Yao placed the USB drive on the table and pushed it toward Zheng Wenrui.

Zheng Wenrui raised an eyebrow and took it, running his fingertips along the edges of the metal casing, weighing it in his hand:

"He gave it to you? That's strange."

Shen Yao's expression remained unchanged, and she replied in a flat tone, "When we get back, you and Aqing should give me a proper explanation."

Zheng Wenrui coughed twice, attempting to use his status to intimidate others:

"Am I your boss?"

Shen Yao didn't speak, but just quietly looked at him.

When that gentle, watery gaze fell on his face, Zheng Wenrui suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and finally gave in, raising his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Zheng Wenrui laid out the whole story to Shen Yao.

"Even before we arrived in Yuncheng, Xue Huaiqing and I had already decided to bring down Hengxin."

"In order to avoid getting you involved in this mess, we deliberately used the opportunity of your transfer to Yuncheng to get rid of you from Yanjing first."

A lot happened during this period.

In order to obtain the most crucial evidence, Xue Huaiqing first reached a cooperation agreement with Chi Sui, and then chose to personally file a formal complaint against the Liang family.

Unfortunately, just when everything was ready, Liang Zhenghe, that old fox, played the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

He had already found a scapegoat, having Liang Xiheng launder most of his assets and transfer them overseas, while he himself vanished with a huge sum of money, leaving behind an empty shell.

Liang Xiheng originally intended to use Zheng Xiran to blackmail him and Xue Huaiqing, but under this blow, he unexpectedly found Shen Yao.

"You know what happened next."

Zheng Wenrui said, "While you were in Italy, Huaiqing was shot and has been busy looking for you ever since he woke up. Now there are several public lawsuits to be fought in Yanjing, and all of them are weighing heavily on his shoulders."

Shen Yao asked, "Is the situation favorable to us?"

Zheng Wenrui shook his head, then nodded: "His and Liang Xiheng's crimes are irrefutable, this battle is destined to be difficult."

"But I can guarantee that Huaiqing has never actively thought of harming anyone's life in all these years."

His gaze fell on the USB drive:

"But that's not up to me. The documents in black and white bear both their names. Unless... unless Liang Xiheng is willing to testify for Huaiqing."

Zheng Wenrui gripped the USB drive, his knuckles tightening slightly. "With this, our situation will be much better."

Shen Yao lowered her eyes.

There are still many wrinkles in her heart that have not been smoothed out.

For example, who exactly is Liang Sen working for? What shady deals has the Liang family been involved in over the years?

Perhaps only the parties involved or Liang Xiheng can find the answers.

However, the person involved has disappeared without a trace, and Liang Xiheng...

Zheng Wenrui noticed the faint shadow under her eyes, and his tone suddenly turned serious:

"You need to adjust your mindset."

Shen Yao raised her eyes, a moment of confusion in her expression.

Zheng Wenrui did not look away and spoke bluntly:

"You've developed feelings for Liang Xiheng—or rather, he's left a very deep impression on you. You haven't even realized how much your expression changes when you mention him."

He looked at her and said, word by word:

"It's me standing here today. If it were Huaiqing, how would he feel?"

Even he felt uncomfortable seeing it, let alone Xue Huaiqing, who had a deep hatred for Liang Xiheng.

Zheng Wenrui didn't say it aloud, but Shen Yao understood it from his eyes.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately did not argue.

Zheng Wenrui remained silent for two seconds. Seeing that Shen Yao's eyes were still shrouded in lingering melancholy, he did not criticize her too harshly.

Having witnessed too many partings and deaths, the man was no longer easily moved, but he allowed Shen Yao to be restless.

She needs time, and time will give everyone the answer.

Zheng Wenrui turned and walked towards the door.

As he reached the door, he paused, turned his head, and his voice returned to its usual indifferent tone:

"Finish what you need to do in Yuncheng first, then come back. We've got Yanjing covered; the sky won't fall."

A comforting smile curved the corners of the man's lips:

"Zheng Xiran is waiting for you to come back and play games with her. That girl has been talking about it for a while now."

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Shen Yao's business in Yuncheng is thriving.

At the same time, she kept a close eye on everything happening in Yanjing, and she was fully aware of every development in the public trials related to Xue Huaiqing and the Liang family.

She kept the ring in a box. Late at night, when all was quiet, she would open it and glance at it; its icy blue light glowed faintly in the darkness.

September arrived in the blink of an eye. Shen Yao, due to her outstanding achievements, had received a transfer order and was about to return to Yanjing.

Just before his departure, a tourism project in Yuncheng ran into a minor scramble due to a certain leader.

She had to remove this nail before leaving, so as to add a clean and neat ending to her resume.

The dinner was held at the best club in Yuncheng.

Everyone chatted and laughed, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, creating a lively atmosphere.

Zhao Tang, who had come all the way from Yanjing to see her, sat to the side, listened to the polite words exchanged, and suddenly burst out laughing:

"I heard that yesterday, Mr. Mo was out partying with two women until 4 a.m. How can he call himself old?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yao's lips slowly curved into a playful smile, her face showing no surprise.

These men were used to eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring; she'd seen it all before and no longer cared.

Old Mo waved his hand repeatedly, chuckled awkwardly, took the wine glass, and gulped down two mouthfuls. Beads of sweat were already seeping from his temples.

"No, no, no, it was just a joke..."

Shen Yao gave a wink to the girl in the cheongsam next to him. The girl was very clever and gently wiped his sweat.

With Shen Yao present, these men behaved themselves like elementary school students, and none of them dared to have any impure thoughts about these girls.

"Mr. Mo," Shen Yao picked up her teacup, took a slow sip, and looked at his face through the rising steam, "You've heard about what's been happening lately, haven't you? Think it over."

Mo Lao's forehead instantly became covered with another layer of cold sweat.

Of course he heard about it.

He originally thought he would be demoted and punished one by one, and that it would pass in a few years, but Shen Yao's words clearly meant that he should get out of here, bowl and rice.

Old Mo had no appetite left; his chopsticks hovered in mid-air as he was about to decline and take his leave.

Shen Yao suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder, her bright eyes curving into crescents like spring water:

"Aren't you being too biased? Sister Zhao Tang came all this way to see me today, and she stopped by to see you too. Are you leaving already?"

She feigned ignorance, turning her head to Zhao Tang: "Are we some kind of monster?"

Seeing her expression, Zhao Tang took the opportunity to continue the conversation:

"Not at all, your face is very pleasing. It's my fault for scaring Old Master Mo."

"Ladies, please stop teasing me..." Mo Laogan laughed, his wine glass trembling so much it was about to spill.

He knew in his heart that if he didn't hand over the position today, he might not be able to leave this room alive.

The man hurriedly raised his glass, repeatedly saying, "I didn't recognize your greatness," and almost spilled the wine.

Shen Yao simply sat there quietly, smiling as she watched him, like watching a flying insect struggling in a net.

It's just that he was unlucky.

She wasn't this intimidating before when she did things.

We have to thank Liang Xiheng for this.

She had learned countless selfish tricks from him. If he didn't honestly explain himself today, she had her own ways of dealing with him, ensuring he wouldn't return.