Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Qi Shuheng’s engagement banquet was forced to transform into the reading of a will.

No one in the audience dared to leave.

This was because Old Master Han’s legacy wasn’t just money.

It was a thirty-eight percent personal stake in Han Biotech, the decisive voting rights on the board of directors, and a seat at the most valuable table in all of Lincheng.

And now, that seat answered only to me.

Li Baiyan spread the documents out, his voice calm and clear:

“According to the supplemental will, once Ms. Han Sui’an regains full civil capacity and recovers the missing ledger for the ‘Linchuan Project’ within thirty days, she will automatically inherit all equity and proxy voting rights under Old Master Han’s name. Should any member of the Han Family obstruct this through illegal means, the entirety of those proceeds will be transferred to a charitable trust and frozen.”

I clearly heard the sound of people gasping in the audience.

Freezing the proceeds meant that the cash flow Han Chengde had relied on most heavily these past few years would be cut off instantly.

His expression shifted almost immediately. “Impossible! The Old Master would never hand the Han Group over to a mental patient!”

Li Baiyan placed my discharge certificate on top of the documents and said coolly, “Miss Han has been officially signed out and released by the hospital. Legally, the issue you speak of does not exist.”

“Being signed out doesn’t mean she’s normal!” My stepmother, Lin Manqing, finally spoke up, her voice shrill. “Three years ago, she had an episode and brandished a knife-she even dared to hurt her own sister! How could the Old Master possibly give her the company!”

“That’s strange.” I looked at her. “Are you so sure I had an episode because you saw it with your own eyes, or because you were the one who ordered that drug to be injected into my veins back then?”

Lin Manqing’s face turned pale.

Qi Shuheng immediately stepped in front of her. “Sui’an, do you have evidence? If not, stop talking nonsense.”

“Evidence?”

I looked up at the middle-aged man sitting on the far left of the VIP section, who had been keeping his head down.

He was wearing a gray suit with a Han Group independent director’s badge pinned to his chest.

But I recognized him.

Three years ago, he was the one wearing a white coat, pinning my hand down, and stamping the forced hospitalization application.

“Director Zhao,” I called his name across the crowd. “Since when did you change careers? From running a psychiatric hospital to sitting on the Han Group board?”

The man’s hand shook, and his wine glass crashed to the floor.

A roar of hushed whispers broke out among the guests.

Li Baiyan took the opportunity to pass around a second set of documents for everyone to see.

It was Director Zhao’s employment history at Kangning Hospital under Han Biotech, as well as the massive dividends he had received over the past three years under the guise of being an external consultant.

My father gritted his teeth, his eyes looking as if they wanted to devour me.

I knew why he was so anxious.

Because I wasn’t crazy.

I never had been.

And once people saw that clearly, everything they had done three years ago would become a criminal case.

“Han Sui’an.” My father walked up to me and lowered his voice, scolding me just as he had countless times before. “If you want to make a scene, I’ll deal with it. But you’d better think carefully-without the Han Family, you are nothing.”

I looked at him and suddenly found it laughable.

It was the same three years ago.

He had clearly already decided to destroy me, yet he still insisted on acting as if he were leaving me a way out.

“You’re wrong,” I said softly. “Without me, you all are the ones who are nothing.”

With that, I signed the confirmation of the will in front of all the media outlets.

The moment the pen touched the paper, Qi Shuheng’s phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, and his face changed drastically.

Standing close by, I caught a glimpse of the contact name on the screen.

Kangning Hospital, Special Ward.

He was hiding something from me.

And I suddenly had an intuition.

Being locked away for those three years wasn’t just as simple as making me shut up.