Su Hua had already put on a pair of snow-white gloves in advance.
She had always remembered the day Lin Xuan saw her dealing with Su Hai in the Night Garden. He had pulled the blood-stained knife from her hand.
He told her not to let Su Hai's blood stain her hands.
From then on, whenever she dealt with someone personally, she would wear gloves to ensure not a single drop of blood would dirty her hands.
Watching the man charging toward her, a cold glint flashed in Su Hua's eyes.
The shadow guards hidden in the darkness saw Su Hua preparing for a fight but remained concealed. Without her orders, they would not reveal themselves.
These small-time thugs couldn’t even harm a single strand of her hair—there was no need to worry they could hurt their mistress.
"Beauty, just give in to us. We won’t make things difficult for you," Chen Fang said with a smirk.
Su Hua didn’t waste words. Her figure darted swiftly among Shen Qianqian’s bodyguards.
They froze in place.
How was she so fast?
Before they could react, Su Hua’s fist smashed into Chen Fang’s face. He tried to retaliate with a punch of his own, but Su Hua caught his fist.
With a sharp squeeze—
A sickening crack echoed as Chen Fang’s fist was crushed effortlessly by Su Hua’s delicate hand.
"Ahhh—!" Chen Fang’s face twisted in agony. "My hand—my hand—!"
The other bodyguards took several steps back at the sight.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Su Hua kicked several more bodyguards to the ground. Pfft— They clutched their chests, blood spraying from their mouths.
"This is terrifying," Wang You muttered, swallowing hard.
He had assumed this woman was just like any other—ordinary, with no combat skills.
Yet here she was, effortlessly taking them all down alone.
"Let’s just leave," Wang You said fearfully.
"Leave? Are you kidding?" another bodyguard sneered. "We just underestimated her. If we all attack together, there’s no way we can’t beat some bitch!"
"Brothers, charge! If we don’t act now, the young mistress will never let us off when we return!"
They rushed at her in unison.
Su Hua’s indifferent gaze swept over them as she continued weaving through their ranks.
Unless she deliberately touched them with her gloved hands, they couldn’t even graze the hem of her clothes.
They were helpless, completely at her mercy, unable to fight back.
Wang You’s hands trembled in fear.
Stumbling, he tried to flee the scene—
Only to be surrounded by a dozen black-clad bodyguards emerging from nowhere.
Wha—what?!
Wang You’s eyes bulged.
Where had these people come from?
The young mistress had said Su Hua was just an ordinary woman—how did she have so many bodyguards protecting her?
"Trying to run?" Su Hua’s voice drifted eerily from behind him.
Wang You stiffly turned around.
There she stood, right in front of him.
"Ah—!" He nearly jumped out of his skin.
Su Hua was breathtakingly beautiful, but Wang You had no mind to appreciate her looks now.
To him, she was nothing but a demon.
His legs shook so badly he nearly wet himself.
With a thud, he dropped to his knees. "Please, spare me! I won’t dare anymore! Just let me go, and I’ll disappear—I won’t even look at you again!"
"Spare you?" Su Hua’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. "I lured you here. Why would I let you go?"
Her fist slammed into his eye—
Leaving a dark, swollen bruise.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of fists pounding into flesh echoed, accompanied by howls of pain.
Soon, all of Shen Qianqian’s bodyguards were battered and bruised.
They wobbled like punching bags—Su Hua wouldn’t even let them fall.
Jiang Qing arrived just in time to witness the scene.
Her jaw dropped.
The sound of those punches was deafening—these men were nothing but human sandbags to Su Hua.
Just watching made her wince in sympathy.
Su Hua must have been really angry this time.
But Lin Xuan had been staying at the Night Garden these past few days, never stepping out. There was no way some scheming woman could have tried to seduce him.
He and Su Hua hadn’t even argued.
So why was Su Hua so furious?
Jiang Qing shook her head, baffled.
Truly, a woman’s heart was as unfathomable as the ocean.
After more than twenty minutes, Su Hua finally vented enough to calm down.
She kicked the bodyguards away one by one or lifted and hurled them like ragdolls.
Ten bodyguards lay strewn across the ground in disarray.
Six had been assigned to Shen Qianqian by Shen Mao initially, while the other four were added later after her relentless begging.
They all stared at Su Hua in terror.
This woman… was a monster!
Too terrifying.
"Damn it! The young mistress severely underestimated her," Chen Fang gritted out, clutching his shattered right hand.
This was no woman they could afford to provoke.
Wait—
This location…
Chen Fang’s face drained of color as he recognized their surroundings.
This was the Imperial View Villa.
And its owner? Su Hua.
Of course.
They had been staking out Su Corporation for so long without catching her—only someone with immense influence could evade them like this.
And hadn’t the young mistress mentioned that Su Corporation kept protecting this woman?
Which could only mean one thing—
"Su Hua!"
"You’re the head of Su Corporation—Su Hua!" Chen Fang’s voice shook.
What? Su Hua?!
The other bodyguards trembled at the revelation.
Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow. "Took you long enough to figure it out. How incompetent can you be?"
"And to dare attack without even verifying our Su Hua’s identity? Bold, I’ll give you that."
With Jiang Qing’s confirmation, Chen Fang collapsed weakly to the ground.
No wonder this woman was unstoppable—ten of them couldn’t lay a finger on her. She was Su Hua.
They were doomed.
Completely and utterly doomed.
Rumors painted Su Hua as a ruthless she-devil who delighted in tormenting people.
And they had actually tried to kidnap her?
Worse—they had even thought about assaulting her.
"Young Mistress… you’ve doomed us all," Chen Fang lamented to the heavens.
"You were sent by Shen Qianqian," Su Hua stated coldly.
"Yes, it was her," he admitted.
If they had been captured by anyone else, they might have held their tongues.
But this was Su Hua.
Her methods of torture were legendary—rumor had it she even kept snakes, harmless ones trained to drink blood and devour flesh.
He’d rather confess everything now than suffer a fate worse than death.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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