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

At midnight, the moonlight, as white as frost, quietly seeped through the window paper, filling the room with its clear radiance.

The dim light in the room cast two shadows on the wall, one of them sitting upright at the table, his back as straight as a solitary peak.

The other knees were on the ground, kneeling on the cold floor, his shadow stretched out in the lamplight, making him look particularly shivering.

Suddenly, a dark figure in front of the desk turned its wrist slightly, and a gust of wind suddenly rose up.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap pierced the silence of the night. The wind from the slap, carrying anger, swept across the table, causing the candlelight to flicker and tremble, shattering the shadows on the wall.

The kneeling figure trembled, as if even the moonlight rippled across the window paper following the slap.

"How dare you! Have I been too lenient with you all this time?"

The echo of the slap was still reverberating in the air when a deep, icy voice from a middle-aged man rang out, carrying an undeniable authority.

The kneeling figure below the steps still kept its head down, half of its profile peeking out from its hair hidden in the shadows, only the unconcealed sorrow and cold mockery in the corner of its eyes were faintly visible in the candlelight.

Seeing that she remained silent, the middle-aged man's tone grew even harsher: "You actually hit your own sister for an outsider? Su Chacha, I think you've really been spoiled rotten!"

Only after the second question was uttered did Su Chacha slowly raise her eyes.

A clear red mark had appeared on one side of her cheek, which looked particularly striking in the interplay of candlelight and moonlight.

But apart from the lingering sarcasm in the corners of her eyes, there was no trace of panic or grievance on her face.

Her lips parted slightly, her voice soft yet clear: "Brother Shen, we are not outsiders."

These words were like a spark igniting a powder keg. Su Han, Su Chacha's biological father, suddenly felt a surge of anger burning in his eyes.

The surrounding air suddenly tightened, and a crushing pressure, like a mountain collapsing, spread out with a roar. Even the candlelight was forced to curl up, its flame tip trembling, twisting the light and shadow in the room into a ferocious shape.

Su Chacha was only made of mortal bones, how could she withstand such devastating power? Suddenly, a series of cracking sounds rang out from within her body.

It felt as if her bones were being squeezed tightly by an invisible force, cracks spreading along her muscles, and excruciating pain washed over her limbs and bones like a tidal wave, almost tearing her soul apart.

"So, in your heart, your sister is an outsider?"

Su Han's voice was icy.

"Su Chacha, do you really think that just because we're father and daughter, I won't dare to do anything to you?"

The excruciating pain caused Su Chacha to fall violently, her forehead hitting the cold floor tiles, from which beads of blood seeped.

But she insisted on raising her face, her bloodshot eyes staring straight at the figure pressing down on her like an inky mountain.

"Heh...then make your move."

The words were squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the sweet, metallic taste of blood and foam, yet colder than the cold moon and harder than a stubborn rock.

"Bang!"

The table shattered instantly! The solid wood was crushed into dust by the violent pressure.

Wood chips mixed with scalding candle wax splashed out, exploding into a shower of tiny silver sparks in the moonlight.

Su Han's eyes burned with fury, and the words that rolled from his throat were filled with overwhelming ferocity: "Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"

"hehe……"

Su Chacha chuckled softly, her laughter laced with ice, devoid of any warmth.

Upon seeing this, Su Han's overwhelming pressure intensified, as if the air itself had solidified, almost extinguishing the candlelight.

Just then, a very soft voice entered his ears, barely audible: "Master, he has arrived."

The surging anger around Su Han subsided by a third, and he uttered only one word: "Enter."

"Click."

The soft sound of the door hinges turning broke the silence, and two figures stepped in one after the other.

As soon as Ya Ye entered, he felt a terrifying aura wash over him like a cold current, making the hairs on his back stand on end.

His eyes narrowed, and he involuntarily looked at the middle-aged man in gray robes sitting in the shadows. He was secretly shocked by the man's powerful aura.

However, the next moment, another figure caught Ya Ye's eye.

When he saw the outline of the person on the ground, especially the face, a sense of dread swept through him again. It was clearly Su Chacha, whom he had met by chance on the street during the day.

"I am deeply sorry for failing to greet you properly, esteemed guest."

Su Han's tone was indifferent.

"I was just disciplining my daughter, please forgive the esteemed guest. Zan Qi, take the young lady to the detention center. No one is to let her out without my permission."

Zan Qi remained silent, bowed and walked to Su Chacha, carefully helped her up, and slowly left the room.

Before the door had even closed with a soft click, Su Han's gaze had already fallen on Ya Ye with a scrutinizing look, and then he revealed a faint smile: "Since you have come to visit, I suppose you have accepted my sincerity. Please have a seat."

Yaya gazed at the enigmatic smile on his face, remained silent for a moment, and finally sat down as instructed.

In this so-called sincerity, he was actually an insignificant protagonist.

Su Han's real target was Gu Qingran; he was merely a pawn who was dragged into the mess.

If she refuses now, Gu Qingran will likely be left alone to face the situation.

So for now, he can only nod in agreement in this passive predicament.

Outside the door, Zan Qi helped Su Chacha walk further and further away. He finally couldn't help but sigh softly, "Miss, why did you do this?"

"Zan Qi..."

Su Chacha's consciousness remained slivered, her voice as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Your subordinate is here."

Zan Qi responded, his tone revealing a barely perceptible concern.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Su Chacha struggled to lift her eyes, a thin layer of water glistening in them. That pleading look was like a fine needle, gently pricking Zan Qi's heart.

"Please speak freely, Miss. As long as it is within my power, I will not refuse."

He gazed at her pale face, his voice unconsciously softening.

"I want to... cough..."

A fit of coughing interrupted her. Su Chacha paused for a moment before continuing, "I want you to go to the back alley... take him away... the farther the better..."

She knew better than anyone that after tonight's turmoil, her father Su Han's anger would definitely be directed at Shen Shuchou.

She has already committed a grave offense today, so how could she bear to let the innocent man be dragged into this overwhelming rage?

That tiny bit of selfishness was the only thing she could do to protect him at that moment.

Zan Qi fell silent upon hearing this.

Who is the "he" in Su Chacha's conversation? He is as clear-headed as a mirror.

Earlier today, Su Han had already given him a death order to take Shen Shuchou's life.

At this moment, Su Chacha's request was in sharp opposition to the Lord's command, like an invisible knife hanging over his heart.

The silence that followed, in Su Chacha's eyes, brought a bitter smile to her lips.

She knew Zan Qi too well. His hesitation made the answer clear: Su Han must have already decided to kill him.

"Too."

Her voice was so weak it sounded like it might dissipate in the wind at any moment, "You're still his. Since... cough cough... you can't help me, then please... take me to the back alley."

"Miss, let me take you to get your wounds treated first."

Zan Qi hurriedly spoke up.

He practices forbidden techniques, and if he were to rashly use them to heal Su Chacha, it would only worsen her already weak condition.

The only solution right now is to take her to the pill shop run by Ziyanyun Pavilion in the street and use the power of pills to temporarily alleviate her injuries.

Su Chacha gripped his collar tightly, her voice weak and pleading, "No...please...help me..."

Before she could finish speaking, her vision was suddenly plunged into complete darkness, her consciousness plummeted into an abyss like a kite with a broken string, and her body went limp.

"Miss!"

Zan Qi was shocked and quickly reached out to support her limp body.

Just then, a blur of motion shot out from afar like a fleeting shadow.

"younger sister!"

The moment Su Jue Luo landed, his gaze met Su Cha Cha's blood-stained lips as she lay unconscious, and his call instantly froze.

"What exactly is going on?"

Her aura suddenly turned icy, and her questioning words, sharp as frost, struck Zan Qi directly.

Zan Qi dared not delay and briefly recounted what had just happened.

Upon hearing this, a terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted in Su Jueluo's eyes, and that chilling ferocity almost tore the surrounding air apart.

Zan Qi felt a chill run down his spine; this sharp edge was aimed directly at Su Han!

Seeing that she was about to turn around and rush to confront someone, Zan Qi quickly stepped in front of her and said in a deep voice, "Miss, please think carefully! You must not act impulsively at this moment. Stabilizing your injuries is the most important thing!"

Upon hearing this, Su Jueluo had no choice but to suppress the chilling killing intent he felt towards Su Han. He bent down, picked up Su Chacha, and his figure, like a wisp of smoke, sped away into the distance.

Looking down at the unconscious Su Chacha in her arms, whose pale face was devoid of color, Su Jueluo's voice unconsciously softened like a pool of spring water: "Chacha, your sister is here, I will definitely make sure nothing happens to you."

Standing there, Zan Qi watched Su Jue Luo's departing figure, but what lingered in his mind was the last time Su Cha Cha looked at him.

Those eyes, brimming with pleading, were like two stars dipped in water, their light fragile.

To him, Su Jue Luo and Su Cha Cha were both people he had watched grow up since childhood. He was Su Jue Luo's protector.

For Su Chacha, he was like an elder. In the past, he never hesitated to grant her any wish.

But now, faced with the diametrically opposed desires of Su Han and Su Chacha, he could only remain silent.

"well……"

After a long while, a soft sigh rippled in the faint moonlight, only to be dispersed by the night wind.

Without further hesitation, Zan Qi turned around and, taking advantage of the heavy darkness, strode quickly in one direction.

That direction leads directly to the back street.