The Comeback

THREE YEARS LATER...

 The rhythmic thump of the helicopter's blades echoed through the air as it descended gracefully onto the landing pad. As the slides touched down, I swung the door open and stepped out, my black jacket wafting slightly in the downdraft.

With cool sunglasses shielding my eyes, I strode forward, feeling the eyes of the onlookers on me. Each step I took exuded an undeniable aura of confidence and power, making this entrance one to remember.

As I stepped away from the helicopter, I spotted Uncle Feng. A smile broke across my face as I made my way to him, wrapping him in a warm hug. "How are you?" I asked, pulling back to look at him.

He smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm fine, how about you? How are you doing?"

I just shrugged and held out my hands, a grin spreading across my face. "See for yourself", I gestured.

Uncle Feng chuckled, "You look great! Seems like you're not the old Su Yan anymore."

I smiled and replied, "Of course, it's all thanks to you, Uncle Feng."

He shook his head. "No, you're here because of you—because of your hard work, not anyone else's." Hearing that, I gave him a warm smile. Then he pointed at the man standing beside me and asked, "And who is this?"

"He's my personal assistant, Wu Jian," I explained. Wu Jian and Uncle Feng exchanged a glance and greeted each other with a polite nod.

Uncle Feng glanced around, as if searching for someone, and asked, "Why don't I see Pei Jincheng?" I replied casually, "Oh, he came, but he's busy with his sister's graduation. He arrived in China five days ago."

Uncle Feng furrowed his brows, a hint of skepticism crossing his face. "That's unusual. Didn't you once say he sticks to you like glue and follows you everywhere? Never out of reach, not even for a minute. Remember when he followed you into the ladies' room and got beaten up by those women? It's strange he'd leave you alone for five whole days."

I couldn't help but laugh, remembering that incident. Then, with a grin, I said, "Actually, his sister called him nearly 20 times, begging him to come to her graduation, but he kept refusing. I felt so bad for her that I insisted he go this time. Even with my encouragement, he wouldn't budge—so I had to use a few tricks."

My assistant quickly turned to me, alarmed, "Don't tell me it's that trick you always use on him?"

I nodded subtly, a little smirk playing on my lips. He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes as if to say, "I can't believe you did that again."

"What kind of tricks?" Uncle Finn asked, intrigued.

Before I could say a word, my assistant jumped in, eager to explain. "It's like this—sometimes Pei Jincheng refuses to do what Ms. Su Yan asks, saying it doesn't align with his principles. So, Ms. Su Yan has a... unique trick to get her way. One of her friends, Rose, is completely obsessed with Pei Jincheng. Whenever she sees him, she grabs his hands or arms, leans on him dramatically, and strokes him like a lovesick poet. It makes him so uncomfortable, he can't stand it. He panics and runs the moment she's around. So, whenever Pei Jincheng refuses her, Ms. Su Yan blackmails him by threatening to call Rose. That always gets him scrambling to comply—it's foolproof!"

Uncle Feng burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. "That's ruthless! Poor guy—I almost feel sorry for him!" His comment sent all of us into peals of laughter.

As the laughter finally subsided, Uncle Feng smiled and said, "Well, since you're here, how about we head over to your new house?"

I blinked, confused. "But... I thought it wouldn't be ready for another month. How is it already finished?"

Uncle Yan chuckled. "I knew you'd be coming, so I made sure to ask the workers to speed things up. It's done ahead of schedule, just for you." I was overjoyed to hear this, and with a wide smile, I followed him as we headed off to see my new house. 

As we stepped out of the car and approached the entrance, we were greeted by the sight of a magnificent home. It was breathtaking—truly beyond words. My assistant gasped in awe and exclaimed, "Oh my god, this is incredible!"

I smiled and replied confidently, "Of course it is. This is the home my mom designed for me." My voice softened as memories flooded back—those moments from when Su Yan's mom and Su Yan had sat together, sketching out the dream house when she was just a kid.

As we moved inside, I was speechless. The interior was magnificent, beyond anything I could put into words. Every detail seemed to hold a story, a piece of the vision Su Yan's mom and Su Yan once shared. 

After living these years as Su Yan, immersed in her memories, I became her in every sense. I could feel her pain, her betrayal, and even her fleeting moments of happiness. It was as if her emotions had seeped into my very soul. I almost forgot that I am an immortal, losing myself in the belief that I am the real Su Yan.

The lines between us blurred so completely that I began to think every betrayal she endured, every abuse she suffered, was mine to bear as well. Her scars became my own, and her anguish felt as real as if I had lived it myself.