Elara Driscoll

After six years in exile, Lin Wantang returns to City A with her five‑year‑old son, Jasper, determined to build a jewelry empire under her “Phoenix Reborn” line—and to keep her past buried. But ruthless corporate heir Qi Siheng recognizes the woman blamed for his first love’s tragic death, igniting a battle of wits, power plays, and old wounds. When a gala spotlight glitch reveals her scandal‑scarred past, Wantang and Siheng form an uneasy truce—only to discover that shadowy forces are bent on destroying both her designs and her family.

From drone strikes in moonlit greenhouses to laser attacks at high‑stakes showrooms, they survive sabotage, boardroom coups, and a comatose “white moonlight” heir’s astonishing awakening. Each threat draws Wantang and Siheng closer, their relationship evolving from icy mistrust to passionate alliance. But the greatest test comes when DNA proof confirms Jasper is Siheng’s son, forcing both to confront long‑buried regrets.

In a crescendo of forgiveness and redemption—courtroom confessions, clandestine alliances atop skyscraper helipads, and a final showdown at the harbor—they reclaim Qi Group’s legacy together. 

"Phoenix Reborn" is a sweeping modern romance of corporate intrigue, second chances, and the transformative power of love—and how, like the mythical phoenix, two shattered souls can rise anew from the ashes.

Phoenix Reborn: A Legacy Forged in Fire

Golden morning light filtered through the magnolia trees lining Qi Foundation Plaza, where dozens of children in crisp uniforms milled about folding chairs. Lin Wantang paused at the entrance, shading her eyes beneath a wide-brimmed straw hat. Jasper, clutching his dragon-engraved pawn, bounced at her side.


“Mommy, are you hiding?” he whispered, peering around the hat’s brim.


She smiled, tucking stray curls behind her ear. “Just blending in.” She adjusted the collar of her trench coat, suppressing the urge to scan security cameras. Today was family day—an olive branch from Old Madam Qi, and she would accept it on her terms.


Inside the courtyard, marble busts of Qi Group’s founders looked down on miniature chessboards set atop low tables. Parents gathered in clusters, some snapping photos, others chatting about endowments and gala seating. At the far end, Old Madam Qi—resplendent in a jade-green cheongsam—stood beneath a silk canopy, greeting guests with a gracious nod.


Chapter 10: Granny’s Pocket Watch

Chapter 10: Granny’s Pocket Watch