Lin Yue moved through the mansion like a whisper, her presence barely detectable. Every night, she used her newfound powers to gather information, observe her enemies, and plot her next moves. Her heart remained cold, driven by the memories of her suffering and the thirst for justice.
She knew her former husband, Wei Long, was still oblivious to her awakening—focused on his fleeting pleasures and affairs outside. Madame Chen's cruelty had rooted deep, but now, she saw how to exploit her weaknesses. The mistress was arrogant, blinded by her own illusion of power, and the son, Little Wei, was slowly drifting further into her control. All of them were vulnerable—and she would strike at the perfect moment.
One rainy evening, Lin Yue decided to test her newfound abilities more openly. Sitting calmly in her chamber, she extended her hand toward a glass of water on the table. It trembled, then slowly lifted into the air, swirling visibly with energy. Her eyes widened with cautious awe. She was beginning to harness her power—this was only the start.
A plan formed in her mind: she would cause chaos within the family from within—plant doubts, reveal secrets, and weaken their bonds. This indirect approach would make her enemies feel lost and paranoid, leaving them vulnerable to her future strikes.
She began by sending subtle messages—disrupting her husband's meetings, causing confusion among the staff, planting rumors about his infidelity. Slowly, tensions grew. Madame Chen's eyes darkened with suspicion, sensing that something was wrong but unable to grasp it.
Meanwhile, Lin Yue secretly approached some of the servants, planting seeds of discord and spreading truths that she uncovered from her investigations. She knew she had to keep her identity concealed—her enemies were clever, and one wrong move could expose her.
One night, she followed Madame Chen herself, learning of her plans to consolidate her control over the family fortune. With each piece of information, Lin Yue grew more confident. Her losses had been heavy, but her spirit had been rekindled, stronger than ever.
Her plan was unfolding like a dark, intricate web—an unseen trap that would eventually close around her enemies. She reminded herself: patience was key. Revenge was a process, like weaving threads into a tapestry. Each small victory brought her closer to her ultimate goal.
She stood before her mirror again and looked into her own eyes—no longer the broken woman she once was, but a phoenix rising from ashes. Her tears had transformed into resolve, her suffering into power.
Tonight, she whispered, "The storm is coming. Watch as their world begins to fall apart."
And so, in the shadows of the night, Lin Yue's new life as a silent predator had begun.