Rebirth of the Best Businesswoman at School Chapter 1451 - Half a Year Later

1451 Half a Year Later

The case involving Qiao Shuyi rapidly became public knowledge, initially within the capital and subsequently amplified by an unknown entity into national news.

This shocking serial murder case sent ripples across the nation, causing significant turmoil.

Due to their prominent positions, the Jian Group and the Qiao family were immediately affected. The Jian Group experienced a drastic overnight drop in stock value, amounting to billions of yuan, leading to immense financial strain.

At this critical juncture, the Ji Group took decisive action, severing the operational ties of all industries connected to the Jian Group and the Qiao family. Overwhelmed mentally and physically, Jian Changsheng lost the will to continue his fight, witnessing the empire he painstakingly built crumble within a single night.

Three months passed, and the Jian Group was forced to declare bankruptcy. The Yu family distanced themselves from the Qiao family, leaving them ostracized and shunned by the noble families like stray dogs. After a period of desperate struggle, they vanished, and the Qiao family ceased to exist in the capital.

Jian Yiyi found herself stripped of all her endorsements and had her film and television drama projects canceled. In consequence of her mother’s heinous actions, Rose Entertainment issued an unconditional contract termination notice for Jian Yiyi.

The image of the once pure and innocent girl in the entertainment industry faded like a fleeting spark, transforming her into a despised figure among fans.

Jian Changsheng arranged for Jian Yichen to study abroad, offering a temporary respite from the domestic scrutiny. However, the truth, relentless and unyielding, would eventually surface, making concealment impossible. Despite being a child, he was powerless to alter the unfolding events.

The gravity of his mother's transgressions was profound, rendering any plea for forgiveness on behalf of the tragically deceased individuals untenable.

Within the confines of her prison cell, Qiao Shuyi found no solace, her nights plagued by sleeplessness. As soon as the lights dimmed, the spectral apparitions of Han Wenjing and Vivian would materialize, incessantly questioning her motives for harming them.

The pervasive fear, amplified by her frayed nerves, tormented her relentlessly day after day. She rapidly wasted away, becoming gaunt, and her mental state began to deteriorate significantly.

One month later, the court delivered its verdict: Qiao Shuyi and Qiao Shuchen were sentenced to death for intentional homicide, with immediate execution ordered!

Six months later…

Baiyun City, Haicheng District, Lijing Villa.

“Oh no!”

Inside a room, Ji Haoyu, seated on the bed, glanced at Jian Ai lying beside him, his eyes widening in surprise.

“What’s wrong?” Jian Ai inquired, her voice laced with curiosity.

“It broke,” Ji Haoyu responded innocently, blinking at Jian Ai.

Jian Ai’s surprise intensified as she abruptly sat up. “What are you waiting for? Hurry and get the medicine!”

“Okay,” Ji Haoyu replied, snapping back to attention and quickly gathering discarded clothing nearby. “Wait for me, I’ll be right back.”

“Haoyu,” Jian Ai called out, looking up at him, which caused Ji Haoyu to pause. Jian Ai then stuck out her tongue, playfully licking her lips, and whispered, “Why don’t we just let it be?”

“Huh?” Ji Haoyu’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Then… what if you get pregnant?”

Jian Ai couldn’t help but find his earnest expression amusing. Suppressing a smile, she replied, “We’ll see what fate decides. After all, not everyone can breach the safety measures. If I am pregnant, it will signify that the time is right.”

Regarding pregnancy, Jian Ai had not initially intended to have a child so soon, thus she had consistently employed safety precautions with Ji Haoyu.

However, at this moment, a sudden realization dawned upon her. Since the precaution had failed, she was willing to accept the outcome.

They were already married, and whether she became a mother sooner or later made little difference to her. Furthermore, it was Ji Haoyu’s child.

If they were to welcome a child due to this unexpected event, she considered it a sign of their intertwined destiny.

Upon hearing Jian Ai’s words, Ji Haoyu couldn’t suppress a smile. He moved to embrace her tightly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he suggested, “Why don’t we do it again? To increase the chances?”

Jian Ai playfully rolled her eyes and gently pushed his head away. “Stop joking around. Get up quickly; I still need to accompany Mom and Uncle Wu to register their marriage today.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ji Haoyu acknowledged with a quick nod.

In the uncertain days following Wang Yunmei’s accident, Uncle Wu’s hair had turned white overnight. Once she had recovered, he remained by her side, diligently caring for her until her discharge from the hospital.

This unwavering devotion had finally touched Wang Yunmei. The two had been in a relationship for some time and were now planning to formalize their union by registering their marriage.

Just as she was about to leave, Jian Ai received a call from Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou’s urgent words on the other end of the line caused Jian Ai’s expression to shift from composure to shock. She quickly responded, “I’ll head back immediately.”

“What happened?”

Ji Haoyu, observing Jian Ai’s sudden change in demeanor, inquired with evident concern.

Jian Ai gazed at Ji Haoyu with a profound look and let out a sigh. “There’s an urgent situation unfolding on Bai Zhou’s end that requires my immediate attention. We’ll have to postpone our important engagement. I need you to attend in my stead!”

“Oh? You have to rush off like that?” Ji Haoyu expressed a touch of surprise, considering the significance of the day.

Nevertheless, Jian Ai affirmed with unwavering resolve, “Absolutely. Would I possibly miss such a crucial occasion otherwise?”

Ji Haoyu could only consent. “Very well, but please be careful. Give me a call once you’ve arrived in the capital.”

Just as he finished speaking and was about to get into the car, Jian Ai’s voice halted him. “Haoyu!”

Ji Haoyu stopped in his tracks and turned back, his eyebrows raised in a query.

Observing his expression, Jian Ai felt a pang of internal conflict. Ultimately, she voiced her thoughts, “If, in the future, you discover that I’ve been keeping secrets from you, will you be able to forgive me?”

Jian Ai harbored numerous hidden truths she hadn't disclosed to Ji Haoyu, yet Ji Haoyu was aware of them.

Though he lacked precise knowledge, he understood that Jian Ai possessed matters she couldn't divulge. He refrained from inquiring, trusting that Jian Ai would eventually share them.

Consequently, Ji Haoyu didn't overthink her words, assuming she referred to these hidden secrets, and responded with a gentle smile, “I will never hold anything against you.”

A smile graced Jian Ai's lips. Her affection for Ji Haoyu deepened.

The pair then parted ways, heading in opposite directions: one towards the Baiyun City Civil Affairs Bureau, the other to the airport.

By noon, Jian Ai had arrived at Bai Zhou’s residence in the capital.

Upon entering, her immediate question was, “Where is Uncle Ji?”

Before the words had fully left her lips, a young girl darted out. “Sister Xiao Ai!”

It was Xiao Liuli, who had noticeably grown taller since Jian Ai last saw her.

They shared a warm embrace. Bai Zhou then mentioned, “The High Priest is currently showering. Please, have a seat.”

After they settled onto the sofa, Jian Ai inquired with evident concern, “You mentioned something about the twelfth on the phone. What is it? Has the twelfth arrived?”

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Jian Ai had never encountered the individual positioned last among the twelve guards. In the past, whenever she brought him up, Bai Zhou would skillfully evade the topic.

Certain untold narratives surrounded this particular individual. Bai Zhou had previously confided in her that the time was not yet right to reveal them. Now, with the sudden mention of the twelfth, what could it signify? Was the opportune moment finally at hand?

Hearing Jian Ai’s question, Bai Zhou shook his head. “The twelfth is not present, but his story is rather extensive. Sect Master, if you could remain calm.”