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

Yandu!

A major metropolis in the southwest, renowned and in no way inferior to the central capital, Beijing.

On the bustling food street in the city center, a figure in red stood out.

The woman wore a fiery red dress that accentuated her beautiful figure, and her face was naturally alluring.

Her eyes held a captivating charm, as if anyone who glanced at her would be completely mesmerized.

This figure was none other than Yu Linghuan, who had only been on Earth for a few days.

Although she had been in this world for several days, she looked like a little girl just beginning to experience the ways of the world, her face full of curiosity.

My gaze swept over the dazzling array of snacks on the night market stalls on both sides, the aromas of those unfamiliar foods wafting through the air.

The delicate fragrance lingered around the tip of her nose, captivating her and making it impossible for her to leave.

She ate at almost every stall from one end of the street to the other, holding several kinds of food in her hand and enjoying herself immensely.

"I never imagined this world could be so interesting."

Yu Linghuan took a bite of the sugar painting in her hand, her eyebrows curving upwards with a satisfied sigh.

Just as she was immersed in the aroma of food and the bustling atmosphere of the marketplace, a cold voice suddenly echoed in her mind: "When are you going to go find him?"

The owner of the voice was none other than Fifth Qinghan, whose soul was now the only thing left, and who was temporarily bound to Yu Linghuan's body.

Hearing this, Yu Linghuan's lips curled into a strange smile, and she replied casually, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you?"

"What is your relationship with him?"

The next second, Fifth Qinghan's voice rang in Yu Linghuan's mind again, carrying a hint of probing.

"Hehe... Me? I'm his mother."

Yu Linghuan chuckled lightly, with a hint of mockery.

"Mother?"

Fifth Qinghan's soul was suddenly stunned, clearly not expecting this answer.

"yes."

Yu Linghuan sighed, feigning melancholy.

"Sigh, can you understand the feeling of a mother searching for her lost son across the Milky Way? It's a heart-wrenching, constant longing."

At this moment, Fifth Qinghan was still in a daze.

She has been sleeping most of the time these past few days, only waking up occasionally.

In her eyes, Yu Linghuan, like the other women surrounding Shen Shuchou, was an "enemy" who coveted her husband, but she never expected that the other party would claim to be of such a status.

Moreover, this relationship seems to be even closer than that between her and her "wife".

"Impossible... How could you and my husband have this kind of relationship... Impossible!"

Fifth Qinghan finally regained his senses, his voice filled with intense disbelief, even a little sharp.

Hearing her words, Yu Linghuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and her smile deepened: "Oh? So you are Shu Chou's wife? In that case, according to seniority, you should call me Mother."

"You're asking for it!"

Fifth Qinghan was completely enraged, and the aura of his divine soul became violent.

"You're lying to me! You can't possibly be my husband's mother! I'm going to kill you!"

How could she possibly believe it at this moment?

This woman is clearly humiliating her on purpose!

"What's the rush?"

She said it casually.

"Whether or not, once you see him in person, you'll know with a simple question. Then, you'll know whether you should call me 'Mother' or continue to threaten me, won't you?"

"Besides, you are now nothing more than a wisp of divine soul."

Yu Linghuan continued, "Do you think it would be difficult for me to kill you if I wanted to?"

Fifth Qinghan's soul trembled with rage, yet it was firmly bound.

She harbored a secret thought: to possess Yu Linghuan's body.

She wants to appear independent, confront Fifth Sister directly, and win her husband back.

However, this idea cannot be realized at present. Although Yu Linghuan has bound her to his side, it is as if there is an invisible shackle that tightly binds her soul.

This made it difficult for her to even make the slightest movement, and coupled with the fact that the injuries to her soul had not yet healed, it made things even more difficult.

Seeing that Fifth Qinghan had fallen completely silent, Yu Linghuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

Having spent the last few days together, she had already seen through it all and realized that it was nothing more than a remnant soul. She could even detect a trace of barely concealed malice deep within its soul.

No matter how well the other party hides their true intentions, it's all in vain in front of her.

Now that we've figured out her relationship with Shen Shuchou, teasing her occasionally has become a form of entertainment.

As for why she didn't go find Shen Shuchou immediately? Yu Linghuan looked at the bustling night market in front of her, a hint of composure flashing in her eyes.

She always preferred to understand everything thoroughly before taking any action. She believed it was better to first learn the rules and customs of the world before meeting him.

By then...

She gently twirled a string of freshly bought fried pastries between her fingertips, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

Let me let you properly "recognize" me as your "mother".

Her red dress swayed gently under the lights as she turned and blended into the bustling crowd.

The lingering anger of Fifth Qinghan seemed to remain behind her, but it did not affect her mood at all.

For Yu Linghuan, the prelude to this reunion has only just begun.

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In the Shen family home in Kyoto, the study was dimly lit, with only a desk lamp on, its light falling precisely on Shen Shuche, who was sitting at the desk.

He sat in front of the computer, his eyes fixed on Shen Shuchou's photo on the screen, remaining silent for a long time like a statue.

After learning the news over the phone, he immediately sent someone to get the photo.

He had been sitting quietly for a full hour, gazing at the young face in the photo.

There was another yellowed photo next to him, showing the appearance of Shen Shuchou's birth mother, with gentle eyes and a soft smile.

Shen Shuche's gaze shifted back and forth between the two photos, focusing on the contours of Shen Shuchou's eyebrows and eyes.

He could clearly see a trace of himself, and even more so, he could see the traces of that woman's past.

Complex emotions surged in his eyes, including shock and scrutiny.

After a long while, he finally picked up the specially made phone again and dialed that number.

The call was quickly answered, and a young man's cheerful voice came from the other end: "Boss Shen is indeed generous. I've received the Spirit-Breaking Pearl, and it's of good quality."

Shen Shuche didn't bother with pleasantries, his tone low and direct: "I want to see him."

The young man on the other end of the phone seemed to have expected this, and chuckled, "No problem. Since Boss Shen is so agreeable, I'll help you for free this time."

He paused, then added, "However, I can tell you something else for free: your son seems to be much more complicated than he appears."

Shen Shuche's brows furrowed instantly: "Continue."

"According to the information I have found, your son is inextricably linked to the death of Xu Xianwen, the pride of the Xu family in Qing City."

"Not only that, the Xu family later sent people to Suzhou, but that group of people disappeared inexplicably, leaving no trace, only one person walked out."

"Moreover, he seems to be under the protection of Su Changkong of the Su family, but Su Changkong alone is not capable of making the dozen or so people from the Xu family disappear into thin air."

The young man's tone became meaningful, "So I guess there must be some secret hidden behind your son, or rather... some extraordinary person hiding behind him."

After hearing these words, Shen Shuche frowned even more deeply, his knuckles unconsciously tapping the table, making a dull sound.

The Xu family... the Su family... the people who disappeared...

Just as Shen Shuche was about to speak, there was a soft knocking sound from the door.

Upon hearing the sound, his eyes sharpened, he quickly hung up the phone, got up and stuffed the photos on the table deep into the drawer, closed the computer, and then walked to the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door was an elegant lady, dressed in a well-tailored cheongsam, with gentle features yet an air of composure.

She was Shen Shuche's second wife, Song Lianqing.

She came from the Song family of Kyoto, which was as famous as the Su family, and was an important helper in helping Shen Shuche secure his position as the head of the family.

"You've been inside for too long," Song Lianqing said gently. "Put aside what you're doing and come out for some fresh air."

"I see."

Shen Shuche's tone was calm as he stepped aside to let her in.

"Oh, right."

Song Lianqing entered the room. "I think I heard you say you were going to see someone? Are some guests coming?"

Shen Shuche's heart tightened slightly, but his expression remained calm: "Yes, people from work."

Song Lianqing didn't press further, but simply nodded slightly and changed the subject: "Luoning is coming back. She just messaged me saying she misses you."

Shen Shuche, who was walking ahead, paused slightly.

Shen Luoning is his daughter with Song Lianqing. She was born with a spiritual vein and is a rare genius in the Shen family.

Now, he is cultivating under the guidance of a reclusive master in Yandu. At only eighteen years old, he has already entered the Nascent Soul Realm amidst the rapid recovery of spiritual energy, and his future is limitless.

"It's good that you're back."

He responded casually.

After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something and said to Song Lianqing, "There's still a document I haven't finished processing. I'll go and take care of it and be right back."

Without waiting for Song Lianqing's response, he turned around and went back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Song Lianqing stood there, staring at the tightly closed door.

His expression was calm and composed, with only a very faint hint of something unusual flashing in his eyes, before he turned and walked towards the living room.

Inside the bedroom, Shen Shuche strode to the table, picked up his phone, and quickly typed a line of text. The light from the screen reflected his cold profile.

"Make him disappear!"