After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

The night in Suzhou is like a piece of silk splattered with ink, the endless darkness shattering the brilliance of the neon lights.

The evening breeze carried the hustle and bustle as it passed by, even tinging the air with a slightly intoxicating hue.

On the street, the figures of pedestrians weave together in the dappled light and shadow.

However, at that moment, everyone felt a chill run through them and involuntarily shrank back slightly.

This chill did not originate from the slight coolness of the evening breeze, but rather a sudden, bone-deep, even soul-deep feeling that sent shivers down one's spine.

In the most bustling core area of ​​Suzhou, there is a place decorated in the most luxurious way, called Lanyue Tianjing Club.

Outside the meeting, a middle-aged gatekeeper was staring solemnly ahead.

The area behind him was specifically for entertaining important figures from all sides.

The area is heavily guarded; only those with specially issued invitations are permitted to enter.

Those who are qualified to serve as gatekeepers here are certainly no ordinary people.

At first glance, the middle-aged man in front of me is just an ordinary man in his forties.

But in reality, he was a cultivator at the Golden Core stage.

It should be noted that in other places, a cultivator at the Golden Core stage can become a highly respected figure simply by virtue of their own strength.

However, at the Lan Yue Tian Jing Gathering, he could only condescend to be a gatekeeper.

At that very moment, under the dazzling halo of neon lights, a figure unexpectedly entered his peripheral vision.

The figure was incredibly voluptuous and graceful, with two long, straight, beautiful legs. She walked slowly and gracefully toward him.

The newcomer possessed an unparalleled beauty, as if she were a masterpiece created by heaven, breathtakingly beautiful.

The middle-aged man was momentarily mesmerized, his gaze completely captivated by the figure.

However, he was not naive and quickly came to his senses.

The person before me is so outstanding that it is clear at a glance that he is either rich or noble, or a very important figure.

She is either the beloved mistress of some important figure, someone he cannot casually spy on.

Just as he was about to speak and ask for the invitation as required by custom, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

In an instant, he felt as if the blood in his body had been frozen, plummeting to freezing point, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

Wherever that voluptuous figure passed, space seemed to freeze, falling into an eerie state of stillness.

Even the finest particles in the air seemed clearly visible at this moment, suspended in place, completely still.

In his vision, the figure gradually became blurred, as if it was about to disappear into this strange space.

Not only that, he was horrified to find that his body was as if it were tightly bound in place by an invisible force, unable to move.

The next moment, a soft voice, like a faint breeze, gently sounded in his ear.

"Shh!"

At that moment, the voluptuous and graceful figure quietly turned around, slowly pushed open the tightly closed door behind her, and then walked gracefully into the room.

At this moment, in the innermost room of the club, a young man was sitting comfortably on a soft sofa, looking relaxed.

Opposite him stood a woman, her expression extremely unpleasant, her face full of anger.

If Shen Shuchou were present, he would definitely recognize these two at a glance.

They were Shen Wanfu, who claimed to be Shen Shuchou's older sister, and Xu Xianwen, who had met Shen Shuchou for the second time at Shenwu Academy during the day.

"Xu Xianwen, if you dare to lay a finger on him again, just wait and see!"

Shen Wanfu's eyebrows furrowed, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she stared angrily at Xu Xianwen, who remained calm in front of her. Her voice was filled with anger and warning.

Shen Wanfu and Xu Xianwen were old acquaintances, but that was many years ago, and the two had indeed not seen each other for many years.

What happened tonight made her keenly aware that something was wrong.

Why would the Xu family kill Shen Shuchou for no reason?

After leaving the scene, Shen Wanfu did some investigation and was surprised to find that Xu Xianwen had actually appeared in Suzhou.

This news only deepened her confusion. In her mind, Xu Xianwen was already the Xu family's designated successor.

Like a dazzling pearl, it has received much attention and care, and has always grown up in the core position of the family.

How could someone of his noble status target Shen Shuchou, who is just an ordinary person?

Filled with questions, Shen Wanfu rushed over as soon as she found Xu Xianwen's whereabouts.

"We haven't seen each other for many years, why get so angry right away?"

Xu Xianwen gently swirled the wine glass filled with red wine in his hand, the dark red liquid slowly flowing down the glass, his tone revealing a hint of leisurely contentment.

Hearing this, Shen Wanfu took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and slowly sat down opposite Xu Xianwen.

"Since you're here, Uncle Chen must have failed..."

Xu Xianwen paused slightly, his gaze sharp, then fixed intently on Shen Wanfu's eyes, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "Or perhaps, he's already dead!"

Those eyes were deep and captivating, seemingly holding endless allure, having captivated the hearts of countless young girls in the past.

Shen Wanfu subconsciously avoided his gaze, but she was no longer the naive girl who was easily moved.

She quickly regained her composure and said coldly, "I don't know."

Xu Xianwen smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to see through everything: "You're still as impatient as ever. You rushed here so urgently to stand up for that boy and confront me, so you must have a close relationship with him."

"He's my friend's relative. Is there anything wrong with me taking care of him?"

Shen Wanfu remained calm and composed as she responded.

"Miss Shen, do you think I, Xu Xianwen, am a three-year-old child, so easily fooled?"

Xu Xianwen took a sip of the red wine in his glass, his eyes full of mockery.

Shen Wanfu's heart tightened suddenly. Only then did she realize that her actions just now seemed too impulsive, and she might have already revealed something.

Before she could figure out how to respond, Xu Xianwen on the other end spoke up again: "The friend Miss Shen is talking about, could it be yourself?"

Shen Wanfu wanted to deny it outright, but she knew that such a response would be too far-fetched and difficult to justify.

At this moment, she realized that her impulsive actions had completely exposed her relationship with Shen Shuchou.

"Interesting. I never expected that the person I've been so eager to kill would be from the Shen family. If I'm not mistaken, the Shen family lost a descendant a long time ago."

Xu Xianwen's gaze was intense, and he spoke with a half-smile.

Shen Wanfu remained silent. The offspring that Xu Xianwen mentioned was none other than the current Shen Shuchou.

"If he were truly a member of the Shen family, he should have returned to the Shen family long ago, according to common sense. But he has not returned yet, probably because there are people within the Shen family who cannot tolerate him."

Xu Xianwen, looking confident of victory, continued speaking slowly and deliberately.