Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 79

The house remained silent as Lixue stood from the piano, the last echoes of her playing fading into the vast space. Her footsteps echoed softly as she walked back to the living room, her thoughts still in a whirlwind.

Sinking into the couch, she stared at the ceiling, her mind running through everything she needed to prepare for.

Allowing her mother to go to the Nangong estate wasn’t just an emotional decision—it was a logistical one. She had to ensure that her mother’s needs would be met, that the care promised would be delivered, and that Nangong Jiantao wouldn’t simply forget his promises once her mother was under his roof.

Reaching for her phone, Lixue scrolled through her contacts until she found the number Mo Ran had given her—a private investigator he often relied on for delicate matters. Hesitating for only a moment, she tapped the number and brought the phone to her ear.

The line rang twice before a calm, professional voice answered. "This is Yan."

"Hello, Mr. Yan," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "This is Yu Lixue. I need your help with something personal. My husband had passed your contacts to me."

"Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet "the" madam Mo. Go ahead I’m listening," Yan replied, his tone neutral but attentive.

Lixue took a deep breath, tightening her grip on the phone. "I need you to keep an eye on the Nangong family estate, specifically on Nangong Jiantao. My mother will be moving there soon, and I want to make sure she’s truly cared for. I don’t trust him—not yet."

There was a pause on the other end before Yan responded. "Understood. I’ll keep this discreet. Do you have any specific concerns or requests?"

"Everything," Lixue said firmly. "Her health, her surroundings, who she interacts with—anything that might suggest she’s being mistreated or manipulated. If you see anything unusual, I want to know about it immediately."

"I’ll start preparations tonight," Yan assured her. "You’ll have regular updates. Anything else?"

Lixue hesitated. "Yes. If he tries to move her or restrict her contact with me, I want to know right away. He’s powerful, and I can’t risk losing access to her."

"You can count on me," Yan replied. "I’ll be in touch soon with the initial findings. I work for master Mo, so the findings will also be sent to him."

".."

"That’s okay..." Lixue sighed "thank you.." Lixue said quietly, ending the call. She placed the phone on the coffee table and leaned back against the cushions, exhaling deeply. It wasn’t much, but having Yan monitor the situation gave her a small sense of control.

She remained seated for a while, letting the quiet of the house settle around her. The familiar scent of jasmine tea wafted from the kitchen, left over from the pot the staff had brewed earlier.

The stillness was almost oppressive, a stark contrast to the chaos in her mind.

Unable to sit still any longer, Lixue rose and began pacing the room, her thoughts circling back to the Yu family. They had taken so much—her mother’s dignity, her own childhood, and years of peace. And now, they still loomed in the background, a lingering threat she couldn’t ignore.

Her jaw tightened as she thought of Yu Jia and her mother. For years, they had exploited Lixue, forcing her to write lyrics that propelled Yu Jia to stardom while

she remained in the shadows. Even now, despite her own rising career, the bitterness of those years refused to fade.

Her fists clenched.

They owe me. They owe us.

The thought burned in her chest, giving her a renewed sense of purpose. Letting her mother go to the Nangong estate wasn’t just about care—it was about creating space for herself to finally act. To stop surviving and start fighting back. The Yu family had thrived at her expense, and it was time to change that.

Not long, she heard footsteps , she looked up and saw auntie Feng next to her. She was holding a tray of pastries and a class of orange juice.

Her mouth held a warm and loving smile that Lixue had grown fond off.

Placing the tray down, auntie Feng sat quietly next to Lixue.

"The peach blossoms bloom at this time of the year, the master owns a garden...if the young madam’s mind is in better condition, I’m sure the master would love to show you, he’s very secretive about it, it’s a beautiful place, it feels surreal...if you go there, it’s like all your troubles disappear.."

Lixue smiled as she stared at auntie Feng, noting on that, she didn’t think Mo Ran would be someone who loved flowers, with the way auntie Feng described it, it would be beautiful place.

"The master works late, if you can get him to take you there when it’s sunny and have a picnic there, you’ll love it.."

Lixue’s lips curved into a small, soft smile as she listened to Auntie Feng’s gentle words. The older woman had a way of grounding her, bringing a sense of calm even when her thoughts felt like an uncontrollable storm.

"A garden, huh?" Lixue murmured, brushing her fingers over the edge of the tray. "I never would have guessed he cared about things like that."

Auntie Feng chuckled warmly. "Oh, the master has many sides, young madam. He’s not one to show them easily, but he treasures what he holds dear. That garden is one of them. He planted most of the trees himself, you know, over the years."

Lixue blinked in surprise. The image of Mo Ran, meticulous and stoic in his tailored suits, getting his hands dirty to nurture a garden seemed almost impossible to reconcile with the man she knew.

And yet, the thought tugged at something in her heart—a quiet curiosity, a desire to know him better beyond his sharp edges and commanding presence.

"Maybe I’ll ask him," she said softly. "When things settle down."

Auntie Feng patted her hand affectionately. "You should, dear. The master may not always say it, but he’s happiest when he’s with you. He’d take you anywhere, just to see you smile."

Heat crept up Lixue’s neck at the unexpected sentiment, and she glanced away, pretending to focus on the tray of pastries. "Thank you, Auntie Feng. I’ll think about it."

The older woman smiled knowingly but said nothing more. She stood, smoothing her apron, and added, "Make sure you eat something before you go to bed. The master would scold me if I let you go hungry. Dinner is ready and he might not come back anytime soon"

Lixue nodded, watching as Auntie Feng left the room. The house fell quiet again, but the stillness felt less heavy now, softened by the thought of Mo Ran’s hidden garden and Auntie Feng’s kind words.

She picked up a pastry and took a small bite, the sweetness grounding her. Her mind wandered back to Auntie Feng’s description of the garden, and for a moment, she allowed herself to imagine it—a tranquil place where worries seemed far away, where the burdens of her past didn’t weigh so heavily on her shoulders.

The thought stayed with her as she finished her snack and stood to retire for the night.

Tomorrow would bring more challenges, but for now, she allowed herself this fleeting moment of peace, a small hope blossoming in her heart like the peach blossoms in Mo Ran’s secret garden.

The low hum of the office’s ventilation system was the only sound accompanying Mo Ran as he sifted through the latest quarterly reports. His sharp gaze scanned the figures on the spreadsheet, each one a puzzle piece in the larger game of maintaining the company’s dominance.

Revenue growth was on track, but the shift in consumer trends required a more aggressive expansion strategy. He made a note to discuss potential partnerships during next week’s board meeting. A few strategic acquisitions could solidify their foothold in emerging markets, but the risk of overextension loomed if the timing wasn’t perfect.

He closed the document and moved to the next file—a report from the legal department regarding ongoing negotiations with a supplier. The terms were acceptable, but Mo Ran saw an opportunity to leverage their market position for better rates. He marked the file for follow-up, mentally filing away the names of a few key negotiators who would need to be looped in.

A sharp knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," he said, not looking up from the screen.

His assistant entered, a folder in hand. "Sir, the marketing team sent over the final campaign proposal for the new product line. They need your approval before it goes live tomorrow."

Mo Ran gestured for the folder, flipping through its contents with practiced efficiency. The design was sleek, the messaging clear, but there was something missing—a hook that would make the campaign resonate beyond the initial launch.

"This needs refinement," he said, handing the folder back. "Have them integrate a stronger call to action, something that ties directly into our long-term branding strategy. And make sure the launch aligns with the new distribution timeline."

"Yes, sir," the assistant said before leaving the room.