Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 335; Lin family 14

"What are you looking for?" he asked quietly, his fingers flipping through folders with quick precision. "So I can assist you in finding it."

Shuyin paused, her hands resting on a stack of financial reports.

"I don’t know," she admitted.

Lu Yuze glanced at her, one eyebrow raised.

"I don’t know what I’m looking for," Shuyin repeated, her voice steady despite the admission. "But I’ll know it when I see it."

Evidence. Proof. Something that would unravel them.

The original Shuyin’s office had been built on innovative designs, patents for manufacturing processes that had revolutionized their industry. When she’d been imprisoned, those patents had been transferred to Lin Feng. Legally, on paper.

But Shuyin suspected the legality was a facade.

Somewhere in this office, there had to be proof. Documents that showed the theft. Contracts signed under duress. Transfers were made while she was incarcerated and unable to defend herself.

She pulled out another drawer, rifling through the contents.

Corporate tax filings. Board meeting minutes. Supplier contracts.

Nothing unusual.

Nothing incriminating.

She moved to the next drawer.

Lu Yuze was working through the filing cabinet methodically, his trained eye scanning for irregularities. He pulled out a folder labelled "Estate Planning" and flipped it open.

"Life insurance policies," he murmured. "Property deeds. Investment portfolios." He paused. "And a will."

Shuyin’s head snapped up. "Whose will?"

"Lin Feng’s." Lu Yuze scanned the document quickly. "Last updated... Just a week after your imprisonment."

Interesting timing.

"What does it say?" Shuyin asked, moving to his side.

Lu Yuze read aloud, his voice quiet. "All assets to be divided between Madam Chen and Lin Yueling. The company ownership transfers entirely to....." He stopped.

"To whom?" Shuyin pressed.

"To a trust," Lu Yuze finished. "Managed by Madam Chen until Lin Yueling’s child reaches the age of eighteen."

Shuyin’s jaw tightened.

The baby. Lu Zeyan’s baby. The one the world thought was hers.

They’d written the original Shuyin out of everything. Completely. As if she’d never existed. After Madam Chen stole her shares, they were truly planning to remove her completely.

And they’d done it while she was locked in a cell, unable to fight back.

"That’s not legal," Lu Yuze said slowly. "You can’t disinherit a biological child without cause. Especially not in these jurisdictions. There are protections....."

"Unless they claimed she renounced her inheritance," Shuyin interrupted. Her mind was racing now, connecting pieces. "Or signed documents while imprisoned. Under duress. While she was desperate and alone."

Lu Yuze’s expression darkened. "Did you?"

Shuyin didn’t need to search for anything as it had happened just the other day, they had forced her to sign some documents... Meaning, her father knew that they had gone to prison and forced her to give up her patent and shares.

"Yes," she said quietly. "I did sign."

But forced signatures could be challenged. Proven invalid.

If she could find the original documents.

Shuyin returned to the desk with renewed focus, pulling out drawer after drawer, searching for anything that might.....

Her fingers closed around a folder at the very back of the bottom drawer. Hidden. Pushed deep.

She pulled it out.

No label.

She opened it.

Inside were documents. Legal documents. Transfer agreements. And a single photograph.

Shuyin stared at the photograph.

It was the original Shuyin. Young, maybe twelve or fourteen. Standing beside a man Shuyin recognized from memories, her mother’s business partner, the one who’d helped her mother build the company from nothing.

And in the background, barely visible, was Lin Feng.

Watching.

Always watching.

"What did you find?" Lu Yuze asked, moving to her side.

Shuyin handed him the folder without speaking.

He read through the documents, his expression growing darker with each page.

"These are the original transfer agreements," he said finally. "For the company. Signed by your mother’s business partner...." He checked the date. "Signed three days after your mother’s death."

Three days.

Before the funeral. Before the will had even been read.

"And here," Lu Yuze continued, pulling out another document. "A consulting agreement between Lin Feng and the business partner. Backdated to six months before your mother’s death."

A bribe. Hidden as a consulting fee.

Lin Feng had bought the business partner’s cooperation. Had arranged the transfer before Shuyin’s mother was even cold.

"This is fraud," Lu Yuze said quietly. "Corporate fraud. If this gets out...."

"It won’t just ruin the company," Shuyin finished. "It’ll destroy him. Criminally."

She looked at Lu Yuze, and something fierce and cold burned in her eyes.

"This is it," she said. "This is what I needed."

Lu Yuze carefully closed the folder and handed it back to her.

"What are you going to do with it?"

Shuyin’s smile was sharp and merciless.

"I’m going to burn their world down," she said. "Slowly. Methodically. Until there’s nothing left but ashes and regret."

She tucked the folder under her arm, holding it against her chest like a prize.

Then, without warning, she let out a small, delighted laugh.

"Hehe..." She giggled, actually giggled, clapping her hands together once in genuine pleasure. "What an easy moment! It was so easy to find things!"

The sound was incongruous, childlike, almost giddy, coming from someone who’d just been plotting systematic destruction.

Lu Yuze’s lips quirked upward slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Shouldn’t you make copies and return them?"

Shuyin’s giggling stopped. She looked at him like he’d suggested something absurd.

"Why should I?" she asked, genuinely puzzled by the suggestion. "I’m going to use these originals to send them to prison. That’s when I want to, of course. And even if they realize these documents are gone....." She shrugged, the gesture careless. "He can’t blame me. I don’t know his password. I was never allowed in this study."

She began walking slowly around the desk, her fingers trailing along the polished wood surface.

"He could only blame his people," she continued, her voice taking on that calculating edge again. "The servants. The staff. Maybe even Madam Chen or Lin Yueling. And the moment you start distrusting your own men, suspecting everyone around you....."