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

early morning.

At the entrance of an alley in the old town of Suzhou, a thin mist, carrying a chill, mingled with the rising steam from a steamed bun shop.

Beside the wooden table at the stall, the slender figure of a young girl sat quietly in the cold wind.

Opposite her, a face was hidden in swirling smoke, the smoke drifting gently toward the girl.

"Why aren't you eating?"

Zhang Lin's deep, husky voice rang out softly.

Shao Miao looked up at the unfamiliar face, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

Since waking up, she has been in this unfamiliar house, with Li Ming not by her side, only this stranger in front of her.

"Don't overthink it, I'm not a bad person. I'll tell you what I need to tell you."

This was the first thing Shao Miao heard after she woke up.

Throughout, she responded with silence.

After several hours of stalemate, Shao Miao finally spoke: "I'm not hungry."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin raised an eyebrow slightly.

The gaze through the smoke fell on the girl, and she could tell that Shao Miao was just putting on a brave face.

"You have something on your mind. I can answer one question for you, on the condition that you eat well after you ask." Zhang Lin exhaled a puff of smoke.

Shao Miao's drooping eyelashes suddenly lifted.

"How about it? This deal is a great one."

One is not enough.

Shao Miao uttered a beautiful sound.

Don't be too greedy.

Zhang Lin said.

"Two, otherwise I'd rather not eat."

Shao Miao stubbornly refused to back down.

Looking at her stubborn expression, Zhang Lin slowly stubbed out her cigarette, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Fine."

"Where am I?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Shao Miao immediately asked a question.

"Suzhou City".

Zhang Lin answered crisply and decisively.

Upon hearing the place name, a glimmer of light flashed in Shao Miao's eyes, but quickly returned to calm.

However, this fleeting emotion did not escape Zhang Lin's notice.

"You have one last question. You can ask it now, or you can save it for later."

Zhang Lin spoke in a flat tone.

Shao Miao didn't respond after hearing this. She reached out and grabbed the steaming xiaolongbao in front of her, then lowered her head and put it in her mouth.

Seeing her wolfing down her food, Zhang Lin called out to the stall owner, "Boss, another bowl of soup, please."

"Okay!"

For Shao Miao, this was more than just breakfast.

All the heavy thoughts in my heart seemed to be swallowed down with each chew.

She couldn't understand why Li Ming had abandoned her and handed her over to Zhang Lin, nor did she understand why the other party wanted to bring her back to Suzhou.

With countless thoughts and feelings swirling in my mind, I can only bury them deep inside.

Meanwhile, inside a villa, the atmosphere was completely different from the bustling street stalls.

Chu Siqi sat sullenly at the dining table, surrounded by a sumptuous breakfast, but she had no appetite whatsoever.

She hung her head and swiped her phone repeatedly, staring at the pile of messages she had sent in the chat box, but she couldn't get a single reply. Her mood became increasingly depressed.

"Stinky pig head Shen."

"You damned pig-headed Shen."

"If you're so capable, then just ignore me."

Chu Siqi puffed out her cheeks and poked the phone screen hard with her fingertips.

"Miss, the master instructed that you should have some food."

The butler whispered a word of advice.

"I'm not eating, I'm going back to my room," Chu Siqi said listlessly.

As she was speaking, she got up to go upstairs when her phone suddenly vibrated slightly in her palm.

Chu Siqi's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly looked down to check, but her brows furrowed tightly again in an instant.

However, the person who sent the message was not Shen Shuchou.

I'm back in Suzhou. Let's meet sometime.

Chu Siqi stared at the words, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, and quickly replied, "Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

……

Beijing.

As soon as Shen Shuchou stepped out of the airport exit, a figure who had been waiting for him walked straight toward him.

The person who arrived was wearing a long coat and sunglasses, with long golden hair falling over his shoulders.

She quickly stopped in front of Shen Shuchou and lowered her voice: "You shouldn't have come back."

Shen Shuchou looked at Shen Wanfu, his expression calm: "What's meant to happen will happen."

"Come with me." Shen Wanfu sighed softly and reached out to grab him.

Just then, a tall figure approached the two of them quickly from a distance.

Upon seeing who it was, Shen Wanfu's expression suddenly darkened.

The figure stopped in front of the two, his gaze sweeping lightly over Shen Wanfu before landing on Shen Shuchou.

"You're Shen Shuchou? I'm Song Lianqing, the woman you spoke to on the phone last night, your father's wife."

Song Lianqing had a faint smile on her face.

Shen Shuchou observed her discreetly and realized that she had no special aura and was just an ordinary person.

"Mr. Shen, please come with me, the car is outside."

Song Lianqing continued speaking, completely ignoring Shen Wanfu standing to the side.

Shen Wanfu gripped Shen Shuchou's wrist tightly and looked up at Song Lianqing: "Sister-in-law, I arrived first, why don't you let him ride in my car?"

"Xiao Wan, that's inappropriate. Mr. Shen is a member of the Shen family and has a special status. How can he ride in the car with you?"

Song Lianqing's tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

Shen Wanfu looked directly at her.

Song Lianqing may look like an ordinary person, but the oppressive aura emanating from her is even more intimidating than that of many cultivators.

Just as Shen Wanfu was at a stalemate, Shen Shuchou slowly spoke up: "It doesn't matter whose car you ride in, let's go."

Shen Wanfu turned her head to look at him, and seeing his calm face, her chaotic emotions calmed down a little. She took Shen Shuchou's hand and walked straight past him.

Having lost face in public, Song Lianqing's smile faded, her expression returned to calm, and she didn't utter a single word of objection.

Inside the train carriage.

Shen Shuchou broke the silence first: "How did you know I would come today?"

"Your third uncle has spread the news of you throughout the entire Shen family. We're heading to the old house now; everyone's waiting for you there."

Shen Wanfu replied.

She glanced at the car following closely behind through the rearview mirror, her voice deepening: "In my memory, Third Uncle has always been ruthless. This trip was nothing short of a trap set for you."

"I can take you away from Beijing."

Shen Shuchou looked at her: "If I leave, what will you do?"

"At worst, I'll get a scolding; they won't really hurt me. After all, I'm your older sister. I've always felt guilty about what happened in Yandu. I was forcibly quarantined and deported back then and couldn't help you. This time, I can't just stand by and watch them scheme against you."

Shen Wanfu said in a low voice.

When the turmoil in Yandu occurred, Shen Wanfu was forcibly separated from the group, and she had no way of knowing what happened afterward.

Later, upon hearing that Shen Shuchou had returned to Suzhou, she planned to visit him when she had some free time. However, she never expected that he would take the initiative to return to Beijing.

Upon learning the flight information, she disregarded her father's objections and rushed to the airport to wait.

After listening to Shen Wanfu's words, Shen Shuchou gave her a deep look.

He had no sense of belonging to the Shen family, but he had seen Shen Wanfu stand up for him several times.

But since he had come, even though he knew that what lay ahead was a trap, he had no intention of backing down.

Moreover, he never came alone.

"No need."

Shen Shuchou refused.

"Are you really sure? It's not too late to back out now."

Shen Wanfu turned to look at him.

"Now that I've come of my own accord, I won't turn back halfway. Besides, I also want to see for myself what the Shen family is like."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wanfu sighed softly and stopped trying to persuade her.

"Don't worry, if they really try to harm you later, I will do everything in my power to get you away."

Half an hour later.

Nestled in the mountains on the outskirts of the city, an old house stands majestically, exuding a dignified and imposing aura.

The two large red sandalwood doors were tightly closed, and the copper rings on the doors were covered with a thin layer of dust from the passage of time.

Shen Shuchou and Shen Wanfu stood quietly on the steps. Behind them came the sound of unhurried footsteps. Song Lianqing walked slowly, her figure elegant and composed.

"Mr. Shen, please."

Song Lianqing smiled slightly, just the right amount of a smile, and gestured for the door.

The heavy wooden door slowly opened from the inside to both sides.

Shen Shuchou remained calm and stepped into the courtyard.

Just as he stepped across the threshold, the sandalwood door behind him slammed shut, cutting off all sights from the outside.

The old house has a vast and secluded courtyard with winding corridors. As you walk along, you can't find a single person. The only sound is the footsteps of a few people.

"Upon learning of Mr. Shen's return today, all irrelevant people in the house have been dismissed. Those remaining in the courtyard are all members of the Shen family. Stepping into this old house, you are now officially considered a member of the Shen family."

Song Lianqing walked to the side and spoke softly.

About five minutes later, the group walked through the deep and spacious front yard and arrived at the back yard.

An ancient, simple hall stood alone in the center of the courtyard. Song Lianqing walked up the bluestone steps and gently knocked on the wooden door with her finger.

"Enter."

An old, deep voice slowly drifted from inside the hall.

Song Lianqing slowly pushed open the door.

The moment the door opened, several gazes, as if they were tangible, shot out and locked onto Shen Shuchou.

Four people sat upright inside the hall.

The three men sat on the left and right sides of the chair. In the center, on the grand chair, the white-haired old man had his eyes lightly closed, and his body was surrounded by an imposing aura of someone who had long held a high position.

Shen Shuche's face was already gloomy, and when he saw Shen Shuchou, his body trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Sitting opposite, Shen Jiaxuan saw the person who had arrived and felt a mix of emotions, a feeling that was hard to describe.

Shen Yanzhi, with his hands behind his head, leaned back lazily in his chair, a playful look in his eyes as he glanced back and forth, comparing the faces of Shen Shuchou and Shen Shuche.

"The one on the right is my third uncle, the first one on the left is my father, the second one is my second uncle from the Shen family, and the person sitting in the center is the patriarch of the Shen family, Shen Chong'an."

Shen Wanfu turned slightly to the side and whispered a reminder in a low voice.

Facing the scrutinizing gazes of the entire room, Shen Shuchou walked with composure, stepping over the threshold and entering the main hall.

"You possess the blood of the Shen family; as a member of the Shen family, why do you not kneel before me?"

Shen Chong'an spoke slowly, his aged voice carrying a sense of pressure, echoing in the quiet hall.

Shen Shuchou raised his eyes and calmly looked at the white-haired old man in the center, his tone completely flat.

"I have never considered myself a member of the Shen family, so why should I kneel before you?"