After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 651 - 649: Easier to Soften the Heart

She casually picked up a pastry from the table and began to eat it.

That morning, to help Lu Zhaozhao with her wedding, she hadn’t even had time to eat, and then she was kidnapped by this bunch of bastards.

And she wrote so many heartbreaking words to Xia Wenqing.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhenzhen unconsciously tightened her grip on the pastry.

But in order to prevent harm to the Xia Family, that was all she could do.

She might never see Xia Wenqing again in her life, but the bond between them remained.

Xu Zhenzhen’s eyelids drooped, thinking of the little one inside her belly, unsure whether it was a boy or a girl.

Her eyelids fluttered, and the slight bow of her head concealed her emotions from the middle-aged man opposite her.

"Of course, the reason I’ve called you here is for your lifelong affair. You are of age now, and as a member of our family, you must contribute. Don’t you understand?" the middle-aged man poured himself a cup of tea from a teapot on the table, then pushed it toward Xu Zhenzhen.

Xu Zhenzhen glanced at the tea on the table and said coldly, "I don’t like tea."

Then, she looked at the servant behind the middle-aged man and said, "Go prepare some food for me, Chinese style. Cook some porridge and make a few light dishes."

The servant standing behind the middle-aged man trembled slightly, seeming reluctant to comply with Xu Zhenzhen’s order and instead turned his gaze to the middle-aged man.

It seemed that unless he spoke, the servant dared not even move.

The middle-aged man’s brow furrowed slightly, but he finally waved at the servant, "Go ahead, do as she says. Remember, she is the young lady of this household."

"Pfft—"

Xu Zhenzhen couldn’t help but let out a mocking laugh, "I never thought I’d hear you say that one day."

Her chin lifted slightly, "What’s the matter? Your health failing you? Or have your court of women been unable to bear you a child?"

"Smack!"

The teapot was smashed to the ground by the middle-aged man, who seemed touched in a sore spot, his eyes fiercely glaring at Xu Zhenzhen, as if he would snap her neck if she spoke another word.

Xu Zhenzhen hummed indifferently, continuing to disregard the middle-aged man.

She knew this man, Pavel, had called her here to use her; since he wanted to use her, why should she be polite to him?

Pavel smirked sinisterly, "Since you’ve put it that way, just stay here quietly for now. Just wait to be married, and soon you’ll be the leader of the Mafia in Country E."

"Oh? A Puppet Leader then?" Xu Zhenzhen’s expression became even more mocking.

Pavel merely wanted an heir related by blood, someone to continue his legacy, regardless of her willingness. She was expected to stay here and become the so-called "leader."

Then, like a marionette, prepare for the next Mafia leader.

She did not want her life to pass in such a daze. If it had not been for Xia Wenqing, the moment they had delivered her to Pavel, she might have ended her own life right before his eyes.

To let his whole scheming tumble down to naught.

But she couldn’t do that now, not when she carried Xia Wenqing’s child in her womb. She had to protect the fruit of their love at all costs.

Having spent so much time with Pavel, Xu Zhenzhen understood this so-called father quite well.

He had a strong need for control but was also extremely arrogant.

He would stop at nothing to get what he decided he wanted.

And he would never consider others’ thoughts.

She would have had nothing to do with Pavel, but ten years ago, Pavel’s son perished in an explosion set off by an enemy’s revenge, and only then was she brought back as an illegitimate child.

She wasn’t the only one retrieved.

That one reason she had managed to escape before turning 18 was due to the surplus of heirs; they wouldn’t miss one like her.

But there were far too many who coveted this position, and even though they were all Pavel’s children, competition was fierce.

She, the least interested in the position, ironically became the safest person.

Pavel gathered all the illegitimate children together and let them fight each other like raising gu, and as a result... not one survived.

If Xu Zhenzhen hadn’t run fast that year, she might have also met a violent end.

Even Pavel hadn’t anticipated this turn of events.

So he had no choice but to send people to recapture Xu Zhenzhen.

Pavel watched Xu Zhenzhen silently, "What’s the matter? Aren’t you satisfied? To be a real leader, you need genuine skills; otherwise, you’re just a puppet."

He actually hadn’t had high hopes for Xu Zhenzhen at the start, so when he learned that this girl had escaped during the infighting, he was quite disdainful.

But who could have guessed that her escape would make her the final winner?

Perhaps as others said, luck is also a part of strength.

Even if Pavel disliked Xu Zhenzhen, for now, he had no option but to give it a try.

After all, she was now the only one left of his bloodline.

He had indeed considered having more children, but he was worried it might be too late.

He needed to prepare for both possibilities.

Xu Zhenzhen’s eyebrows lifted, "So you intend to make me this leader, then actually have your subordinates do the work?"

She understood Pavel; he would never let anything escape his control. Even if he designated her as the leader, he would never truly cede power to her.

To be exact, as long as he was alive, any real power would stay out of her hands.

He wouldn’t give a wolf the slightest chance to fight back.

Even if that wolf seemed as harmless as a kitten at the moment.

He needed to grasp some leverage or weakness of the other party before he’d relax even a sliver of his wariness.

Even if that person was his blood-related daughter.

Pavel’s lips curled up slightly, showing a rare smile of appreciation as he looked at Xu Zhenzhen, "If you were a man, you’d definitely be no worse than the last heir, but what a pity..."

Women are naturally more tender-hearted, especially this daughter who had no desire for leadership, making her even more prone to softness.

What he could do now was to toughen her up.

By capturing those bound to her, threatening her into submission, he’d make her willingly take the throne of a puppet leader.

As for whom to capture, he’d decide after completing his investigation.

His eyes narrowed, watching his daughter who always liked to oppose him. His lips quirked; it seemed he needed to expedite the plan.

He was eager to see despair, resentment, anger, and bitterness in her eyes. Only someone filled with malice could sit in that position.

Manipulate peoples’ hearts? Engage in cutthroat competition?

No, no, no, those were too weak—in training a little white rabbit into a monster that devours without spitting bones was where the real sense of achievement lay...