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

Sun Guiying raised her head and looked around.

Her pupils dilated suddenly.

The sofa is gone.

The Italian imported genuine leather sofa that she bought for over 300,000 yuan, along with the cushions and blankets on it, has all disappeared.

The original spot where the sofa used to be was now empty, with only four shallow indentations remaining on the marble floor.

The coffee table is also gone.

The black marble coffee table, which used to hold her favorite celadon tea set and several magazines, is now gone, along with the coffee table itself.

The television is missing.

That 85-inch Sony TV, which was mounted on the wall, now only has small holes drilled from screws and marks left by the bracket on the wall.

The soft covering of the TV wall drooped crookedly, as if it had been torn in the middle.

The speaker is missing.

The chandelier is gone.

The carpet is gone.

The curtains are gone.

Even the handmade oil painting she brought back from Italy on the wall is gone.

The entire living room was empty, like a bare-bones apartment that hadn't been handed over yet.

Sun Guiying's mouth was agape, her mind seemingly frozen, and she couldn't process what was happening for several seconds.

Her gaze swept blankly from one end of the living room to the other, then back again, checking repeatedly before she finally accepted the fact that everything in her house was gone.

"What...what's going on?"

She murmured it aloud, the sound echoing briefly in the empty living room before disappearing again.

She pushed herself up from the ground, her stockings at the knees ripped from the floor, but she didn't care.

She staggered to the dining area next to the living room—where the dining table used to be, but now there was nothing there.

The six solid wood dining chairs are also gone.

The sideboard is gone.

The red and white wines in the wine cabinet are also gone.

The dining room was connected to the kitchen. She glanced to the side; the kitchen door was wide open, and the sight inside made her dizzy again.

The refrigerator is gone, the microwave is gone, the oven is gone, the cabinets are gone, even the stainless steel faucet on the sink has been unscrewed, leaving only a lonely water pipe sticking out of the wall, like an amputated limb.

"We've been robbed?" Sun Guiying's voice rose several octaves, trembling with disbelief.

"But what kind of thief would... would empty the whole house?"

As she was talking, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind—jewelry.

Her jewelry!

Sun Guiying didn't bother to put on her shoes and rushed barefoot towards the stairs.

She was out of breath, gripping the stair railing—

Wait, the handrail is gone too. The sides of the stairs are bare, with only a few screw holes on the wall to prove that there used to be a wooden handrail here.

She could only run up the wall, her feet sinking into the steps, the chill running from her toes to the top of her head.

She rushed into the master bedroom on the second floor, and stood frozen in the doorway as if struck by lightning.

The bedroom is empty.

The custom-made Italian leather bed is gone; the mattress, bedding, and pillows are all gone.

The bedside table is gone, the lamp is gone, the wedding photo on the wall is gone, the curtains are gone, the carpet is gone.

The dressing table was gone, and all the La Mer, La Prairie, and Helena Rubinstein products on it were gone.

The wardrobe was gone—the huge wardrobe that covered an entire wall, filled with hundreds and thousands of her designer clothes, had vanished along with the wardrobe itself.

In the center of the master bedroom, where the bed used to be, there is now only a bare cement floor.

The wall where the wardrobe used to be still has the marks left by the wardrobe back panel and the holes left by the fixing screws.

The curtain rod is still there, but the curtains are gone. Several bare Roman rods hang above the window, like a skeleton without clothes.

Sun Guiying's gaze anxiously searched the room again and again, finally landing in despair on the corner where the safe had originally been embedded.

It's empty there now.

A large hole had been chiseled into the wall, its edges jagged, with broken bricks and cement debris scattered on the floor.

Several of the exposed bricks at the opening were cracked, as if they had been forcibly dug open by violent means.

The safe was gone, along with the gold bars, gold jewelry, jade jewelry, diamond jewelry, hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash, and the property deeds—all gone.

"ah--!"

Sun Guiying let out a scream so sharp it could shatter glass, echoing back and forth in the empty room before dissipating into the air.

Her jewelry, her gold bars, her jade bracelet, her Cartier watch, her Van Cleef & Arpels necklace—all the wealth she had accumulated over the years was gone.

and many more.

What about Zhou Haibing?

A thought suddenly exploded in Sun Guiying's mind—

Where is that old man?

Didn't he say he had something to tell her when she came back?

Wasn't he sitting in the living room talking to her?

Where did he go?

No, no, no, when did he leave?

Or... are these the things he moved away with?

"Zhou Haibing!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

No one answered.

"Zhou Haibing! Where the hell have you been?!"

She shouted again, her voice high-pitched and loud, echoing through the corridor.

Still, no one answered.

The entire villa was as quiet as a tomb.

Sun Guiying stood in the middle of the empty bedroom, her mind a complete mess.

She couldn't understand what was going on.

If it was a thief, then this thief is too audacious. Stealing things, even pots and pans, and even turning off the faucet, what kind of desperate thief is this?

Moreover, how many people and how many vehicles would be needed to move the contents of such a large villa?

It's impossible for it not to be discovered.

If it wasn't a thief, then it was Zhou Haibing who moved it.

But why did Zhou Haibing move all the houses out?

Is he crazy?

What's wrong with him?

Why are you moving so much stuff?

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind—

Did that old man discover something?

Did they discover her affair with Wang Jinshan?

Did they discover the share transfer?

Did they discover Dong Sheng's affair?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could it have been discovered so suddenly after all these years without being discovered?

Regardless, she needs to talk to someone now.

Who should I contact?

Of course, you should look for Wang Jinshan.

Brother Jinshan will definitely have a solution.

Sun Guiying subconsciously reached into her pocket, wanting to take out her phone.

I reached in, but it was empty.

She then touched her other pocket, which was also empty.

She turned all her pockets inside out—

The dress has no pockets; she took a small black bag with her when she went out yesterday, and her phone was in the bag.

I don't know where that bag is now.

She began searching around the room.

She remembered that when she came back from outside yesterday, her bag should have been on the sofa in the living room.

But the sofa is gone, so where could the bag be?