Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing sat in the driver's seat, threw the bag of cell phones into the back seat, took out his own cell phone from his pocket, and found the name "Gui Xiang" in his contacts.

Sun Guixiang, his sister-in-law, is Sun Guiying's younger sister. She is a few years younger than Sun Guiying, in her forties, and almost fifty.

Zhou Haibing looked at the name, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned down, as if he had chewed on something disgusting.

The call was dialed, and after a few rings, it was answered.

"Hey~ Brother-in-law~" Sun Guixiang's voice came through the receiver, so sweet it was almost dripping with sweetness, the last syllable drawn out like a sticky thread of sugar that couldn't be torn apart.

Suppressing her nausea, Zhou Haibing asked calmly, "Guixiang, are you home?"

"He's not here, brother-in-law. I'm at the beauty salon getting a facial spa. I just finished my cleansing and I'm putting on a face mask now." Sun Guixiang's voice carried a lazy sense of satisfaction, as if she were showing off something.

"What does my brother-in-law want with me?"

"Didn't you say you had your eye on an LV bag?" Zhou Haibing's voice was unhurried, as if he were talking about something trivial.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, then Sun Guixiang's voice suddenly rose, her excitement palpable even through the phone:

"Brother-in-law! You bought it?!"

"Okay, I bought it. I'll be passing by your house in a bit, so I'll deliver it to you on the way."

"Oh, brother-in-law, you're so kind!" Sun Guixiang's voice was sweet and cloying, almost sickeningly so.

"Which model? Is it the Carryall? I told you about it before, the gray monogram one—"

"That's the one." Zhou Haibing didn't actually remember what style she had mentioned, but she just casually replied.

"Brother-in-law, I love you to death!" Sun Guixiang's voice had taken on a coquettish tone, a deliberate and affected sweetness that gave one goosebumps.

"Wait for me! I'll be right back. Please don't leave! I'll be home in twenty minutes, no, ten minutes!"

"No rush, take your time, I'll go first," Zhou Haibing said.

"Okay, okay, I'll hang up now, brother-in-law. I'm leaving right away. If I'm not here when you get there, just wait for me, I'll be right back!"

The phone hangs up.

Zhou Haibing took the phone away from his ear, his face as cold as an iron plate.

LV bags, Rolex watches—these are the only things that catch their eye. As soon as you touch these things, one or two of them will come running over like dogs.

He then found the name "Hongbo" in his contacts. Liu Hongbo, Sun Guixiang's husband, pressed the call button.

The phone rang several times before being answered. A cacophony of sounds came from the other end: the clinking of billiard balls, men's laughter, and background music humming.

Liu Hongbo's voice squeezed through the noise, carrying a casual tone: "Hey, brother-in-law? What's up?"

"Hongbo, are you home?" Zhou Haibing asked.

"I'm not home, I'm at the billiards hall, playing with some buddies."

What does my brother-in-law want with me?

Zhou Haibing said, "Didn't you have your eye on a Rolex before, the green Submariner? I bought it and am going to send it to you."

The sound of the billiard ball hitting the ground continued on the other end of the phone, but Liu Hongbo's breathing had clearly changed, becoming rapid, like a dog smelling a bone, even wagging its tail.

"Brother-in-law, what did you say?!" Liu Hongbo's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

"A green Submariner? You bought it?! Really?!"

"Really, I already have the watch. I'll come and bring it to you now."

"Brother-in-law, you really are my brother-in-law!" Liu Hongbo's voice was filled with ecstatic joy, so excited that he was almost incoherent.

"I've been telling you for months, I just couldn't bring myself to buy it. You know how expensive the Submariner is right now, you can't even get one even if you pay extra, and you actually—brother-in-law, you're amazing!"

"Hurry home, I'll be there in a bit."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right back! Right away! Brother-in-law, call me when you arrive, I'll come downstairs to meet you!"

"No need, I'll just go up directly."

"Okay, I'll hang up with my brother-in-law now and I'm off!"

The phone hangs up.

Zhou Haibing put his phone aside and started the car.

A cold smile played on his lips, a smile as cold as ice shards in winter, every curve of it laced with mockery.

These people, one or two at a time, are all like this.

He stepped on the gas, and the car drove out of the underground parking garage, heading towards Sun Guixiang and Liu Hongbo's home.

Zhou Haibing felt nauseous whenever he thought of Sun Guixiang.

This woman doesn't match her name at all.

Gui Xiang sounds like the kind of gentle and virtuous woman from a good family, but what is she really like?

She is fickle, vain, loves dressing up and brand names, and exudes a seductive and alluring charm.

She's almost fifty, but she insists on dressing like a young girl.

The powder on her face was thicker than a wall, her eyelashes were pasted up like two fans, and her lips were painted bright red. From a distance, it looked alright, but up close, it looked like she was wearing a mask.

She spends tens of thousands of yuan every month on beauty treatments, including facial spas, IPL skin rejuvenation, Thermage, and Ultherapy, rotating through various procedures. In a year, she spends hundreds of thousands of yuan on beauty treatments alone.

A few years ago, she was still restless and insisted on going to South Korea to have plastic surgery.

Sun Guiying tried to persuade her not to go, but she wouldn't listen, saying something like, "A woman's beauty is a lifelong pursuit."

As a result, I flew to South Korea and got a full set of procedures done: double eyelid surgery, nose bridge augmentation, jaw reduction, and countless injections of hyaluronic acid and Botox.

When she returned, she looked completely different. Sun Guiying, who was waiting for her at the airport, didn't recognize her at all and they almost passed each other by.

When Zhou Haibing saw Sun Guixiang's face, he had only one feeling—it was eerie.

It's not beautiful, it's eerie, like a real person wearing a face that doesn't belong to her, it looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

But Sun Guixiang herself didn't think so. She thought she was very beautiful, incredibly beautiful, and walked with her head held high and her chin practically pointing to the sky.

What disgusted Zhou Haibing the most about this woman wasn't even these things.

That was more than 20 years ago. Sun Guixiang was only in her early twenties and not yet married.

One day, Zhou Haibing went to Sun Guiying's parents' house for dinner. After dinner, Sun Guiying was washing dishes for her mother in the kitchen, while Zhou Haibing was sitting in the living room drinking tea.

Sun Guixiang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wearing a low-cut halter dress, her hair wet, looking like she had just taken a shower.

She walked up to Zhou Haibing, bent down to pour him tea, and her white breasts swayed in front of him.

Zhou Haibing turned her face away, but she moved even closer, pressing her body against him, her voice both sweet and soft:

"Brother-in-law, can you help me take a look at this necklace? I've been wearing it for a long time, but I don't know if it suits me."

Zhou Haibing stood up, took two steps back, and said:

"That's fine. Your sister is in the kitchen. Go find her."

Undeterred, Sun Guixiang pressed herself against Zhou Haibing again, this time directly taking his arm.

Her entire weight pressed down on him, her chest pressed tightly against Zhou Haibing's arm, and she was still whining sweetly:

"Brother-in-law, why are you always avoiding me? I'm not going to eat you—"

Just then, Sun Guiying came out of the kitchen carrying fruit.