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

Jiang Qianqiu spotted Luo Shisan in the void at a glance, then turned his gaze to Lu Wanheng on the other side.

In just a moment, he could tell that a tremendous battle had just taken place here.

The moment Luo Shisan caught a glimpse of Jiang Qianqiu, his expression darkened slightly.

Now that Jiang Qianqiu has appeared, it means that Hu Baibai will probably be returning soon.

"What? Do you have a grudge against her?"

Lu Wanheng's unhurried voice rang out from the side.

Lu Wanheng's unhurried voice rang out from the side.

Upon hearing this, Luo Shisan's eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly spoke with a hint of probing: "She was the first person to come to my brother's side, and the two have a deep bond."

Upon hearing these words, Lu Wanheng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared intently at Jiang Qianqiu in the thunderclouds.

She keenly sensed that the dormant aura emanating from this girl was even stronger than that of Luo Shisan.

But she didn't act rashly. Instead, she said calmly, "You want to use me to deal with her?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Shisan neither denied nor readily admitted it.

She simply replied calmly, "I was merely informing you of her identity. Besides, even if you don't make a move, she might still take the initiative to attack you."

"Hehe... I naturally know what you're up to, but to be honest, I don't think I like her that much."

Lu Wanheng chuckled softly.

Just then, within the churning, dark thunderclouds, Jiang Qianqiu's complete figure slowly appeared.

The girl was petite, dressed in black that tightly wrapped her body, and her dark eyes stared intently at the two people facing each other in the void.

A dark light flickered in his eyes for a moment, then his clear, cold voice resounded throughout the starry sea.

"You guys, are you planning to fight me?"

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Three days later.

Shen Shuchou has already returned to Suzhou City; he has no intention of staying in Beijing for long.

The dim, old streetlights cast a thin halo of light on the dark, quiet path.

A cool evening breeze brushed against Shen Shuchou's cheeks, and also illuminated a complex glimmer deep in his eyes.

Upon returning to Suzhou, he did not go straight home. Instead, he stood alone outside the iron gate behind an old building, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Looking at the door in front of him, its paint peeling and bearing the marks of time, Shen Shuchou seemed to see, in a daze, that night more than a decade ago, a woman who had stood here and knocked on the door.

He looked up at the plaque above the door: Chengze Welfare Home.

After a moment's pause, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

About a minute later, a slow, heavy footstep came from inside the door.

A moment later, the door was slowly opened, revealing a wrinkled, white-haired old face.

"Child, who are you looking for?"

The white-haired old woman asked in a hoarse voice.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Shen Shuchou softened his tone: "Excuse me, are you the dean here?"

Upon hearing this, the old man paused slightly, then gently shook his head: "I am not."

As the reply fell, a hint of disappointment quietly flashed across Shen Shuchou's eyes.

"Young man, it's chilly outside at night. Do you have nowhere to stay? Come in first."

The old man mistakenly thought he was a homeless person with nowhere to go, and laboriously opened the door wide inwards.

Seeing this, Shen Shuchou slowly stepped into the courtyard, turned around, and gently closed the gate.

"Come with me."

The old man, leaning on his cane, slowly turned around and led the way.

Entering the courtyard, Shen Shuchou calmly surveyed his surroundings.

The welfare home looks dilapidated and old from the outside, but the inside is exceptionally clean and tidy.

A small plot of land was cleared out in the corner of the yard, where several rows of vegetables and fruits were planted.

There were also a few old playground equipment for children to play on, exuding a simple and ordinary atmosphere.

The walk from the courtyard to the main room was not far. Shen Shuchou stepped forward, gently helped the old man, and the two quickly entered the house.

"Thank you, young man. As I get older, it's becoming increasingly difficult for me to walk."

The old man slowly sat down on the wooden chair and expressed his gratitude.

She put on her reading glasses and looked at Shen Shuchou in front of her: "What's your name? If you really don't have a place to stay, you can stay here for the night."

"Grandma, I didn't come here to ask for a place to stay."

Shen Shuchou spoke.

He paused, then added, "I'm here to see the dean."

"Is there something you need from the dean?"

The old man asked, puzzled.

"I used to live here, and I came back this time to visit the dean."

Shen Shuchou gave a vague and perfunctory answer.

He had known about this orphanage for a long time and had visited it before with his adoptive parents.

But this time, after returning from Beijing, I learned about that past event.

His birth mother abandoned him here years ago, which is why he came back alone.

She still held a sliver of hope that she might be able to glean some clues about her birth mother from the dean.

But the old man's reply had already caused Shen Shuchou to feel a slight sense of disappointment.

"Child, what's your name?"

After listening to Shen Shuchou's words, the old man understood that the young man in front of him had once been a child here.

"Grandma, my name is Shen Shuchou."

Shen Shuchou spoke softly.

Upon hearing the name, the old man's face did not show any familiarity.

She paused for a moment to think, then slowly said, "The orphanage has taken in too many children. I'm getting old, and I can't remember many people and things very clearly."

"But child, wait for me a moment."

After saying this, the old man slowly got up, leaning on his cane, and walked unsteadily into the inner room.

About two minutes later, the old man came out again, this time with a small, yellowed, and worn notebook in his hand.

"Child, how old are you this year?"

The old man sat back down on the wooden chair and asked again.

"Nineteen," Shen Shuchou replied.

Upon hearing this, the old man opened the old notebook in his hand and slowly turned the pages one by one.

Two more minutes passed, and her thin fingers stopped on one of the pages. Her gaze fell on the line of text, and she read it aloud softly.

"In the winter of 2008, at 3 a.m. on January 7, she was sent to the welfare home and given the name Shen Shuchou. Her surname was Li Youyou."

The old man read the record aloud, word by word.

Shen Shuchou's mind was immediately fixed on the last three words.

He had already vaguely guessed that this woman named Li Youyou must be the pseudonym his birth mother, Mu Zhaoyue, used back then.

Having confirmed that Shen Shuchou was indeed a child who had come from here, the old man closed his old notebook and looked at him with a touch of warmth.

"The dean is long gone."

Upon hearing these words, Shen Shuchou felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, and the last glimmer of hope he had was extinguished.

"I used to be just a caregiver here. Now, in this huge orphanage, only I and a few little children are left."

The old man sighed softly.

"Many of the children who left here back then occasionally come back to visit. It's just a pity that I'm old and have a bad memory. Most of the time, when I hear a name, I have to look it up in this booklet. Please don't mind, child."

The old man spoke with a hint of cautious humility.