Chapter 25
Zhugri is the second son from the Hui family.
A man once seen as his rival became his brother, with their emotion shared through a bond.
Unlike his older brother he was awakened first but remained calm, he had been around Vanity Saint Michael the most and understood that acting is something that must be done in various situations. He knew how to play the game, how to manipulate events to his advantage.
He had of course learned from the best, Vanity.
The world condemned her for being heartless torturing her leads but did she even have a choice?
He loved her for so many decades, he watched her suffer. He had witnessed her strength and resilience firsthand.
He knew her darkest deepest secrets and though she did not tell him, he saw.
Such a woman, who was forced to go through such things, shouldn’t the world pay?
For the greater good, for humanity, for the world. The more he read and the more he heard her wailing he just felt hatred.
When she died after sorting everything else he followed immediately after. There is no point in living without her.
He loved her too much and she was his reason for continually living anyway.
Appearing here as a teenage boy, with the distinct features of the Hui family – high cheekbones, exquisite features, intelligent eyes, and an air of quiet confidence – It took him a while to figure everything out, to piece together the fragments of his past life. But when he did, he found he was a triplet, born only minutes apart, and his brothers shared a close connection, a silent understanding that transcended words.
Anyway, one after another, the first and third brother changed, their memories returning, their personalities shifting back to their true selves. They thought they hid it so well, but Zhugri saw through their charade, recognizing the subtle changes in their demeanour, the glint of recognition in their eyes.
Zhengri was the meticulous lawyer Hui from that life, with an unwavering dedication to one person only; Vanity,
As for him Zhugri, he was the editor Wen who had Vanity only, of course he had a background but she was his life. The third was from the Si family, inventors of the group.
They were a technological family back then, at the forefront of innovation, and the third brother, Zhorin, went down the same path in this life. He encouraged it, nurturing his brother’s talents. In this world, it is necessary anyway, a tool for survival in the coming storm. As for the eldest, Zhengri, he should act like an elder brother, a figurehead to guide and protect them.
He had deceived his upright eldest brother for so long, carefully manipulating events to steer him in the desired direction. He was now deciding to give him a sweet date, not because he was generous and kind, but because he wanted him to soften her first so she would suffer less. Let Zhengri experience the joy of courtship, the tenderness of love, before the inevitable heartbreak.
He had anticipated it all, every possible outcome, every potential obstacle. But then she disappeared, vanishing without a trace, leaving him with nothing but unanswered questions and a gnawing sense of unease.
The previous information was incorrect, a deliberate misdirection. The woman they had found was a decoy, a carefully constructed illusion designed to mislead them. Someone was trying to hide Vanity from them, and they were willing to go to great lengths to do so.
The triplets were furious, their carefully constructed composure crumbling, unwilling to believe that they had missed her many times over. “What is the point of keeping so many people?!” Zhengri shouted, his voice laced with barely suppressed rage, his eyes blazing with undisguised anger and frustration. The other two brothers had the same look, a silent agreement passing between them.
“Brother, there was a surveillance leak from Saint Michael associates! This is the real Vanity!” Zhorin exclaimed, his fingers flying across the keyboard, pulling up a grainy image of a woman walking down a busy street.
“Is that a child she is holding in her left hand?!” Zhugri asked, his voice barely a whisper, his heart pounding in his chest.
“It looks to be, and it looks like that is a car seat with a baby inside.” Zhorin replied, zooming in on the image, his expression grim.
“Is that our child?” Zhugri asked softly, his voice filled with a mix of hope and fear. A warmth spreading through him even though he was shocked. A wave of tenderness washed over him at the thought of being a father.
“It seems that way, I will check,” Zhorin replied, his gaze becoming extremely focused as his fingers flew across the keyboard in a flurry of keystrokes. Half an hour later, he stared at the information on the screen, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Brother, it’s our son.”
Zhengri leaned forward, his beautiful eyes squinting as he looked at the information his third brother had found. Standing tall, he pointed at the screen and laughed angrily, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through the room. “It’s her, and she is hiding,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched tight.
“She is a Saint Michael, Brother; she has a reason to hide. Though fallen, many still wish to find her to exploit her, to use her power for their own selfish gain.” Zhorin said softly, his fingers still busy, tracing the digital breadcrumbs Vanity had left behind. He understood well; she had suffered so much in her last life and then had to do it once again with a baby in tow. Though he wanted to be with her so bad his heart ached, he wanted her to be willful and happy, free from the burdens of her past.
“So many people are trying to hide her from us, what do you think?!” Zhugri replied in defense, his voice rising with barely contained anger. He would tear down anyone who stood between him and Vanity, he vowed silently, their lives forfeit
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