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

A few minutes later, a steaming bowl of noodles was served.

Duan Shuo took off his apron and sat down opposite her.

"Why are you here?"

Duan Shuo poured himself a glass of water and asked.

"What, is it that I can't come, or that you don't welcome me?"

The person opposite didn't touch the bowl of noodles in front of them, but expertly lit a cigarette with a faint smile on their lips.

Upon hearing this, Duan Shuo didn't mince words: "Every time you come to see me, have you ever brought anything good?"

Zhang Lin exhaled a faint smoke ring.

"I've come to you to look after someone for me."

"Who?"

Duan Shuo looked up.

You'll find out tomorrow.

Zhang Lin kept it a secret.

Duan Shuo wasn't buying it at all, his tone turning colder: "If you won't tell me, then please leave. I'm the only one in this little shop; I can't accommodate any other trouble."

"Li Ming's daughter," Zhang Lin said calmly.

Upon hearing these names, Duan Shuo abruptly looked up at her: "Li Ming?"

"When did Li Ming suddenly have a daughter?"

He paused, as if suddenly realizing something, his voice lowering as he fixed his gaze on Zhang Lin: "Her daughter, could it be...?"

He didn't say the rest of his sentence, and just stared at the other person.

"You're right, that's it."

Zhang Lin flicked her cigarette ash, a faint smile on her face.

"Go back to where you came from. I haven't seen you tonight."

Duan Shuo immediately stood up and gave the order to leave.

But Zhang Lin remained seated on the stool, not moving an inch.

"I've always been a loner these past few years. Right now, I have something to do, and it's uncertain whether I'll be back. Even if I do come back alive, I don't know how long it will take. Right now, the only person I can entrust this to is you."

Zhang Lin's voice turned somber.

After a moment, Duan Shuo sat back down in his chair.

"I knew it, you never come to me with anything good. I've helped you with things in the past, but this time, you've thrown this hot potato at me."

"Someone like you, would you be afraid of death?"

Zhang Lin looked at him.

Duan Shuo sighed softly: "It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's that I've been living a peaceful life for too long."

"Don't worry, those people have been lying low for so many years without leaving a trace, so why would they come knocking on our door so easily now?"

Zhang Lin comforted her.

"But I've heard that those people have shown signs of being born recently," Duan Shuo frowned.

"You're just looking for a peaceful life, so where did you hear all this gossip from?"

Zhang Lin looked at him with great interest.

"Heh, I do want peace and quiet, but that doesn't mean I'm completely unaware of what's going on outside."

Duan Shuo emphasized his words.

He suddenly looked at Zhang Lin, his eyes scrutinizing her: "Did you already know about their birth, and that's why you deliberately dumped this burden on me?"

"Not entirely. It's just that I do have something I need to settle. The person who killed my brother back then has already shown up."

Zhang Lin spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Duan Shuo fell silent.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need. You just need to look after this child for me," Zhang Lin shook her head.

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw the cigarette butt on the ground and gently crushed it out with her foot.

"I'm not eating the noodles, I'm leaving."

After Zhang Lin finished speaking, she got up and walked straight out of the noodle shop.

As she reached the door, she suddenly turned back and added, "Oh, and remember to teach that little girl cultivation."

Duan Shuo's eyelids twitched suddenly: "So I should thank you for sending me a disciple?"

"No need to be so polite. Your skills are wasted anyway, so why not pass them on? With your abilities, you're more than qualified to be her master."

Zhang Lin waved her hand and disappeared into the deep night in a few steps.

Duan Shuo fell silent, reaching out to pull down the shop's roller shutter. His gaze returned to the bowl of soggy noodles on the table, and he muttered under his breath, "What a waste of my bowl of noodles."

The next morning.

At eight o'clock sharp, the noodle shop opened its roller shutter door.

Duan Shuo, wearing slippers, had just rolled up the shutter door when he saw a young girl squatting outside through the glass door.

Hearing the noise behind her, the girl slowly turned around.

Upon seeing Shao Miao, Duan Shuo immediately understood. This was the person Zhang Lin had mentioned to him, and also the hot potato he didn't want to take on.

Shao Miao looked at the slightly disheveled middle-aged man in front of her, said nothing, and slowly stood up.

The morning breeze carried a biting chill, creeping in through her collar, and Shao Miao couldn't help but hunch her shoulders.

Duan Shuo looked at her, sighed softly, and pushed open the glass door: "She sent you."

"Um."

Shao Miao responded softly.

"Come in."

Duan Shuo stepped aside to let Shao Miao enter the store.

"Please sit down for a while."

Shao Miao obeyed and sat quietly at the dining table.

A few minutes later, a steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of her.

"Let's eat first."

Duan Shuo also brought over a bowl and sat down opposite her.

Shao Miao lowered her head and slurped her noodles.

For a moment, the shop was quiet, with only the faint sounds of people eating noodles.

She only looked up after she had finished eating all the noodles and soup, leaving the bowl completely clean.

Looking at the empty bowl, Duan Shuo nodded slightly.

"What's your name?"

"Shao Miao".

Upon hearing the name, Duan Shuo said, "My name is Duan Shuo, you can just call me Uncle Duan. Can you wash dishes?"

"Yes!" Shao Miao nodded vigorously.

"From now on, you'll be in charge of washing dishes at the shop, and I'll pay you your wages on time every month. Zhang Lin should have mentioned the cultivation to you, right?"

"I said so."

Shao Miao replied.

"The shop originally closed at 10 PM, but after you came, it closed at 9 PM. After closing, I will teach you a period of cultivation."

Duan Shuo paused for a moment, then continued, "I've already prepared your place. It's on the second floor. You'll live upstairs, and I'll live on the first floor."

He had already finished tidying it up last night.

The second floor was already cramped, with only two rooms in total. One room was used to store miscellaneous items, and the other was originally his own bedroom.

Because Shao Miao was coming, he vacated his original room and moved to a small, dusty mezzanine room next to the kitchen on the first floor.

A moment later, Duan Shuo led Shao Miao to a room on the second floor.

"This will be your residence from now on. You don't need to work today; go out and buy some clothes to change into."

As he spoke, he placed a thousand yuan on the table.

After giving a brief explanation, Duan Shuo turned and went downstairs, leaving Shao Miao alone in the room.

Shao Miao looked at the empty room, slowly sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze blank, lost in thought.

On the other side of Sussex in the early morning, in a presidential suite.

Shi Yan leaned lazily against the soft sofa.

She was only wearing a large silk bathrobe, the smooth fabric clinging to her skin like flowing water, but it couldn't hide her mature, voluptuous, and alluring body beneath.

As she casually crossed her long, fair legs, the hem of her bathrobe slid down, revealing glimpses of dazzling white skin and her rounded thighs, exuding an effortless yet ultimate allure.

Especially the loose neckline, which was wide open as she leaned against the wall.

Her ample chest, peeking out from the gaps in her bathrobe, revealed two astonishingly full mounds that seemed ready to break free of the silk's constraints at any moment.

That deep chasm was like a secret realm illuminated by a ray of morning sunlight, so white it was dazzling.

The skin, still damp from the recent shower, clung to the shimmering water droplets that slid slowly down the breathtaking curve and disappeared into the unfathomable ravine.

It adds a touch of wetness and captivating charm to this maturity.

On the coffee table in front of her were two freshly brewed cups of coffee.

One cup was for herself, and the other was for the person she was waiting for.

Before long, the suite's electronic door lock beeped softly, the heavy mahogany door was pushed open, and a tall, imposing figure walked in.

The person who arrived was none other than Shen Shuchou.

He received a call from Shi Yan early in the morning, saying that he had found some information about his birth mother, Mu Zhaoyue, so he rushed over.

Upon entering the luxuriously decorated suite, Shen Shuchou's gaze immediately fell upon Shi Yan.

Seeing Shi Yan's appearance, which could almost bring out the desires in people's hearts, Shen Shuchou remained calm.

If it were anyone else, seeing her like this would inevitably move them, but for Shen Shuchou, especially after experiencing the power of those two in his family last night, he had no interest in Shi Yan in front of him.

Shen Shuchou sat down opposite Shi Yan without hesitation and got straight to the point: "Where's your news?"

Seeing Shen Shuchou's expressionless face, Shi Yan glanced down at himself.

For a moment she felt a little frustrated, but then a smile appeared on her lips.

She had suddenly considered lifting her bathrobe, since it was empty underneath, but then she felt that would be too vulgar, and for a hunter, such an attempt to seduce would be a failure.

"It's only been a short time, why do you look so pale? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Shi Yan looked at Shen Shuchou's expression and said.

"If you didn't sleep well, you can take a nap here!"

Shi Yan continued.

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her elbow on the sofa armrest.

This posture completely exposes the already loose neckline of the bathrobe.

Those two incredibly full mounds of soft flesh swayed gently with her movements, revealing their deep cleavage to the air without reservation.

Her skin, still faintly pink from her recent bath, had a few drops of water slowly sliding down her smooth, white skin.

It eventually disappeared into that bottomless expanse of white snow, leaving behind a wet trail.

She stared intently at Shen Shuchou, her eyes hazy and alluring, as if she were the one about to enjoy her prey.