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

Shen Yao hung up the phone and placed it on the table.

The list of Leung Hei-hang's estate is very long.

In theory, most procedures can be handled remotely, without her having to fly to Italy in person.

The lawyer on the phone spoke in an exaggerated tone, implying that this money would be an amount Shen Yao could never squander in her lifetime, and wished her a happy life, telling her to contact him anytime if she needed anything.

They clearly see Shen Yao as a walking gold mine.

In fact, the trust that Shen Yao signed when Liang Xiheng proposed was enough for her to live off her brother for the rest of her life without ever having to lift a finger.

This is also one of the reasons why Shen Yao was lenient with him.

He gave her the money.

Everyone who gives her money receives her forgiveness.

This is Shen Yao's principle: simple and direct.

"Boss, Miss Chi wants to see you."

Xia Yun pushed open the door to announce their arrival, followed by Chi Sui.

Chi Sui stood at the door, her gaze fixed on Shen Yao, and after a long pause, she finally spoke:

"Miss Shen, do you remember me?"

Shen Yao certainly remembered. She smiled slightly: "You are an excellent private investigator."

She already knew about the relationship between Chi Sui and Aunt He.

Aunt He returned to China earlier than her and has now resumed a normal life. The mother and daughter live a peaceful and stable life.

Chi Sui pursed her lips, as if making a decision: "I have something very important to tell you. It's about you and Liang..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Yao turned to Xia Yun and said:

"Please ask Qiu Yuan to book me the earliest flight to Italy."

Interrupted, Chi Sui's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing "Italy." Only after Xia Yun left did she ask softly:

Are you going to Italy?

The trip to Italy could only be related to Liang Xiheng.

Shen Yao nodded frankly: "Yes. What did you want to say? What you weren't saying earlier?"

It's been two years.

For the sake of this unknown inheritance, she, as the older sister, should go to Italy to visit him.

Chi Sui suddenly shook her head:

"It's okay, let's wait until you come back. I'll tell you later when I have the chance. Maybe... that's better."

A hint of confusion flashed across Shen Yao's eyes, but she had an appointment tonight, and time was already running out.

She never forces the other party to talk if they don't want to.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

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Milan.

In the law firm's conference room, notarized documents were neatly stacked, with asset lists and notarized wills lined up in a row.

The lawyer stood up, lightly adjusted his glasses with his fingertips, and said in a calm and solemn tone: "Good morning/afternoon, everyone present."

"Today, based on Mr. Liang Xiheng's last notarized will, and the results of the entire video recording, fingerprints, handwriting analysis, and verification by a third-party notary office."

"The will is authentic, legal, and fully effective."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room held its breath.

Shen Yao leaned against the window, her posture relaxed.

The lawyer opened the will and read it aloud word by word.

"I, Liang Xiheng, hereby enter into this final will for the distribution of my estate in a voluntary, sober, and uncoerced state."

"All movable and immovable property, domestic and foreign equity, funds, private property, wineries, artworks, real estate, personal trust assets, all hidden shareholdings, and debt income under my name..."

"All of my estate, without exception, shall be given to Shen Yao alone."

A moment of deathly silence fell over the meeting room, and everyone's eyes turned to the girl standing quietly by the window.

Luxury shop windows on Via Montenapoleone gleam in the sunlight, and the exquisite outline of the dome of the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II is visible in the distance.

When Shen Yao came out, her steps still carried a hint of disorientation.

She never imagined that the greatest wealth of her life would come from the inheritance left to her by her younger brother.

There was so much money that it instinctively aroused suspicion.

Compared to that, the so-called price seemed so insignificant—she herself was almost completely unharmed.

Is it really that simple?

"What did I say back then?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar male voice sounded from beside me.

Shen Yao looked in the direction of the sound and her gaze fell on the figure beside the bodyguard.

A boy? No, he should be called a man now.

Two years had passed since they last met, and Xiao Weixun still looked as obedient and harmless as ever, but the aura surrounding him was ambiguous and hard to discern, as if he were both close and distant, making him difficult to understand.

"Let Liang Xiheng be your nominal husband, endure it for a while, and then you can be a rich widow again. That's a way out."

He walked over and looked down at her.

"Congratulations, Sister Shen Yao. You're rich and beautiful, you won't have to work hard for the rest of your life, I'm so envious."

Shen Yao looked at him quietly for two seconds, her tone flat:

"how is your day?"

Xiao Weixun was taken aback.

The nonchalance in her tone made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Two years have passed, and she is more composed than ever before.

That calm and composed demeanor inexplicably reminded him of his predecessors who held high-ranking official positions.

The man loosened his tie:

"Let others cause me trouble. It's been two years, shouldn't you let it go by now? I'm truly suffering."

"sure."

Shen Yao nodded understandingly.

Xiao Weixun's brows twitched slightly, sensing something strange.

Why are you so easy to talk to?

Shen Yao stared at him, then suddenly her eyebrows curved into a smile, and her tone carried a deliberate tenderness:

"Oh, isn't it strange how easy it is?"

"To tell you the truth, I fell for you the first time I saw you at the Xiao family's house, and I've never been able to forget you."

"Wei Xun, I've admired you for a long time. Every time I see you, all I can think about is you, and I want to put a dog leash on you..."

Xiao Weixun's eyes widened suddenly: "Don't say it...!"

Shen Yao's cheeks were flushed, and her voice was soft and gentle:

"Ever since that kiss on the cruise ship, I've dreamt about you countless times. This time, I couldn't resist anymore, which is why I disregarded the rules and came to Italy to find you."

"You're so smart, how could you not understand? Do you think I'm a very casual person?"

Xiao Weixun felt a chill run down his spine, and a small patch of his earlobe turned suspiciously red.

The more he listened, the colder he felt down his spine, a chilling sensation as if he were being watched by something.

Sister Shen Yao is definitely getting revenge on him, right?

That's it, she's still arguing. I can't let her talk anymore, or something bad might happen.

Shen Yao pretended to continue teasing Xiao Weixun.

Suddenly, a small hand took hers.

"elder sister."

The blonde, blue-eyed little girl looked up, holding a bamboo basket full of red roses in front of her.

The Damask red roses cultivated in Italian estates have thick, soft petals, tightly closed cups, and a deep wine red color.

Few people know that in Greek and Roman mythology, the rose represents both love and death.

Venus, the goddess of love, rushed to the dead Adonis, walking barefoot through thorns, her blood staining the originally white rose petals, and from then on, the red rose came into being.

Blood and love, like a pair of symbiotic creatures destined to be intertwined, seem to have been the rose's fate from the very beginning.

Because of one person, Shen Yao's understanding of roses has become complicated.

The girl called out crisply during a moment of distraction.

Shen Yao was pulled back to reality by the shout and squatted down:

"Give it to me? Why?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment.

She looked at Shen Yao's face; even a Westerner could sense the beauty in her Eastern features.

"I have an older brother... who bought it and asked me to give it to you."

She turned her head and pointed to the Milan Cathedral not far away.

"That brother is right there."