Shen Qianqian widened her eyes in disbelief. "How dare you kick me?"
"Hitting you is nothing. Just a stinky beggar—why wouldn’t I dare?" The maid scoffed.
"Fine. You refuse to leave, is that it?"
Crossing her arms, the maid arrogantly ordered the security guard, "You—go drag her out of this villa district. Hurry up!"
She didn’t want the young mistress or the master to return and find this disgraceful sight.
"Got it." The guard stepped forward, ready to haul Shen Qianqian away.
"Who dares touch me?" Shen Qianqian violently shook off the guard’s hand.
"I am Shen Qianqian, your young mistress! Lay a finger on me, and I’ll make sure you’re fired!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
"You? Our young mistress?" The maid burst into laughter as if hearing the biggest joke.
"Our young mistress cares deeply about her appearance. She wears custom-tailored clothes and shoes, and her makeup is always flawless. Look at you—you think you’re our mistress? Ridiculous!"
The security guard, however, paused. The voice sounded eerily familiar, and even the haughty attitude matched the young mistress’s. Could she really be…?
He scrutinized Shen Qianqian carefully.
"She’s telling the truth—she is the young mistress!" The guard’s face paled in shock.
Hearing this, the maid’s doubt flared. She squinted at Shen Qianqian.
Though the young mistress’s face was swollen, her eyes bruised from punches, her features were still recognizable.
And come to think of it, she had indeed left the house wearing an outfit like this earlier.
The maid’s pupils trembled.
It really was her!
Her face drained of color.
She was doomed. Offending the young mistress meant her life would become a living hell.
"Young Mistress!" The maid rushed forward in a panic. "What happened to you? Who did this?"
Supporting Shen Qianqian, she guided her into the villa.
At the maid’s words, Shen Qianqian’s tears spilled over again—hot, bitter drops of humiliation.
Behind a tree, a woman clenched a knife, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at Shen Qianqian’s retreating figure.
Shen Qianqian!
"Young Mistress, let me tend to your wounds. And these clothes—I’ll have someone fetch a fresh set for you," the butler offered.
"No." Shen Qianqian tightened her fists. "Leave the clothes. Leave the wounds untouched."
"But—" The butler frowned.
"Are my orders meaningless now?" Shen Qianqian shot him a withering glare.
"Understood." The butler didn’t dare argue further.
"Call my father. Now." Shen Qianqian pressed her lips into a thin line.
"Right away, Young Mistress."
Upon receiving the call, Shen Mao hurriedly left the office and rushed home.
The company’s recent troubles had left him exhausted, sleepless, and unshaven—his stubble rough and unkempt.
The sight of his daughter’s swollen face shattered his heart. "My precious girl, who hurt you like this? Tell me who did this!"
"Dad, it was that woman again," Shen Qianqian sobbed.
"She had her people beat me up just because I spoke to Lin Xuan a few times. She even threatened that if I ever cross paths with him again, she’d make me wish I were dead."
Once again, she pinned the blame on Su Hua.
In her mind, Lin Xuan’s coldness toward her could only be the work of that seductress.
Shen Mao, however, didn’t realize she was referring to Su Hua, the head of Su Corporation.
Su Hua was famously indifferent to men, and the woman his daughter accused was Lin Xuan’s current girlfriend—how could it possibly be her?
"Dad," Shen Qianqian clutched his hand pleadingly, "give me more men. I need to get revenge."
She wanted absolute certainty.
More manpower would also help track down that vixen’s movements.
She couldn’t wait to capture her and make her suffer.
Shen Mao’s expression darkened.
His daughter had suffered greatly—how could he let this slide?
"Fine," he growled. "I’ll assign more men to you."
"Thank you, Dad!"
A vicious glint flashed in Shen Qianqian’s eyes.
You’ll regret ever crossing me, you fox!
Outside the Shen family villa…
Chen Yu’s grip on the knife was so tight that the blade sliced into her palm, blood dripping steadily onto the ground.
She didn’t even feel the pain.
All she wanted was to plunge the knife into Shen Qianqian—no, slaughter the entire Shen family.
Ruin them. Destroy them.
But…
Chen Yu bit her lip.
Her mother wanted her to live. If she killed them, she’d face execution.
So what could she do?
Powerless and penniless, even filing a lawsuit against Shen Qianqian was hopeless.
Then she remembered Shen Qianqian’s battered state—someone else hated her too.
Someone who knew her identity yet still dared to strike.
A spark ignited in Chen Yu’s eyes.
Could she use this person to make Shen Qianqian pay?
Without hesitation, she hurried away from the villa.
She needed evidence—proof of Shen Qianqian’s crimes.
Two days later…
With nothing pressing to do, Lin Xuan prepared lunch himself and brought it to Su Hua.
At the entrance of Su Corporation, two men in a car monitoring the dark web perked up.
"We’ve finally caught him!"
After days of surveillance, this was the first time they’d spotted their target.
They’d dug into his background.
A student at Qinghua University?
Bullshit. They’d never seen him step foot on campus—what kind of student was he?
Head of Tianmu Corporation?
They’d never seen him at the office either.
A complete hands-off CEO!
Finally, they learned his girlfriend worked at Su Corporation, and he occasionally brought her meals.
So they staked out the building, waiting.
And now, their patience had paid off.
This time, they wouldn’t let him slip away. The bounty was as good as theirs!
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan stepped into Su Corporation.
"Mr. Lin, good afternoon!"
"Here to deliver lunch for President Su again, Mr. Lin?"
"You’re so thoughtful—President Su is truly lucky."
Employees greeted him warmly at every turn.
Their respect wasn’t just because he was Su Hua’s lover. Since their relationship began, the office atmosphere had lightened, workloads eased.
They could only pray the two would stay happy together.
"Where’s Hua?" Lin Xuan spotted Jiang Qing the moment he stepped off the elevator.
"President Su is in her office," Jiang Qing replied.
"Got it."
As Lin Xuan walked toward the office, a group of high-ranking executives in sharp suits approached with documents in hand.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
