"Little girl, are you asking me to tail someone? That won’t do. It’s illegal—we can’t do that," the driver refused without hesitation.
"What if I give you five hundred?" Chen Yu pressed.
"Little girl, we’ve arrived at your destination. You can get out now," the driver still refused.
It wasn’t worth the risk for five hundred.
Chen Yu gritted her teeth and pulled out three thousand yuan—all the money she’d earned from tutoring over the past three weeks. "Here’s three thousand. It’s all I have. Please, driver, do me this favor and follow her? It’s urgent. I suspect she’s involved with my boyfriend."
"Fine then," the driver said, pocketing the cash.
The girl seemed decent enough—probably wouldn’t do anything illegal.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t tail someone—just that the price hadn’t been right before.
"Hold on tight, little girl. Uncle won’t lose her," the driver said, stepping on the gas as the car shot forward.
A seasoned pro, he made sure Shen Qianqian’s people didn’t notice.
Chen Fang put down his phone. "President Su, I’ve done everything you asked. Can you go easy on us?"
Su Hua’s expression remained cold as she ordered, "Take them away. Cut off two fingers from their right hands, then throw them back."
"If Shen Qianqian contacts him again, monitor his response closely."
Jiang Qing stepped forward respectfully. "President Su, let me handle the cutting."
After serving as Su Hua’s secretary for so long, she’d rarely had the chance to act. Truth be told, her hands were itching for it.
"Mm," Su Hua nodded faintly.
Grateful for the approval, Jiang Qing beamed. "Thank you, President Su."
Chen Fang’s face drained of color.
Relief and agony warred in him.
Relief—because Su Hua had only ordered two fingers cut off.
Agony—because losing two fingers on his right hand meant his career as a bodyguard was over.
Jiang Qing had a dozen shadow guards escort them out.
Only ten bodyguards and Su Hua remained in the villa.
"AAAAHHH—" A bloodcurdling scream rang out as Wang You stared at his mangled right hand before passing out.
Jiang Qing clicked her tongue in disapproval.
They could’ve kept those fingers if they hadn’t tried to defile President Su.
No wonder Su Hua showed no mercy.
Still, if Su Hua’s target hadn’t been Shen Qianqian, these men wouldn’t have gotten off so lightly.
Su Hua kept staring at her phone, waiting for a message from Lin Xuan that never came.
A chill settled over her.
Her mood was foul.
The agonized wails only made her more irritable.
"Gag them," Su Hua snapped.
Soon, cloth was stuffed into the mouths of all ten bodyguards.
Silence, at last.
Meanwhile—
Shen Qianqian arrived at the villa, following the address Chen Fang had sent.
Her personal bodyguard hesitated. "Miss, something feels off. Maybe we should have them bring her to our turf instead."
"What could possibly be off?" Shen Qianqian scoffed. "I have ten men in there. That vixen is just one woman—what could go wrong?"
"But Miss, I really think we should be cautious," the bodyguard insisted.
Something about Su Hua’s presence unsettled him.
"Enough," Shen Qianqian snapped. "You’re getting more cowardly by the day. Stay here. I’ll go in alone."
She didn’t want him following anymore.
His paranoia was ruining her good mood.
"Miss, I must stay by your side to protect you," the bodyguard insisted dutifully.
"If you take one more step, I’ll have my father fire you!" Shen Qianqian glared.
The bodyguard fell silent.
He needed this job. His mother was bedridden, her surgery looming—and the medical bills were staggering.
He couldn’t afford to lose this job.
A shadow guard approached Su Hua. "Master, another woman followed Shen Qianqian—separate car. Should we apprehend her?"
Su Hua tapped the armrest of her chair. "No. Just keep an eye on her. Don’t spook them."
Shen Qianqian strode into the villa’s grand hall in a pink dress and heels.
Su Hua was trimming rose stems.
Ten bodyguards in crisp suits stood in disciplined formation nearby.
Shen Qianqian assumed they were hers.
She frowned.
What were these idiots doing? Why hadn’t they seized the woman yet?
"You—"
Before she could speak, Su Hua turned—now clad in a red qipao.
"Shen Qianqian. Finally here, I see," Su Hua murmured, crimson lips curving.
With her striking figure and bold red nails, Su Hua settled into the central chair like a queen on her throne.
Her aura was overwhelming, regal.
Shen Qianqian felt small in comparison, and it rankled.
Su Hua’s beauty only fueled her envy.
But no matter how alluring the woman looked now, soon her face would be ruined—reduced to a hideous mess!
"Miss Shen, care for some tea?" Su Hua gestured to the cup before her.
Shen Qianqian crossed her arms. "You’re awfully relaxed, vixen. But everyone here is mine. How long do you think this act will last?"
Su Hua arched a brow.
Clearly, Shen Qianqian hadn’t grasped her predicament yet.
Su Hua merely smiled faintly, silent.
Shen Qianqian lifted her chin. "I’m the sole heiress of Shen Corporation. Those who oppose me don’t fare well."
"I gave you a chance before. Had you just left Lin Xuan alone, none of this would’ve happened. But you had to be ungrateful—whispering lies to turn him against me, making him hit me."
The memory of Lin Xuan rejecting her, throwing tea in her face, even ordering his men to beat her—it made her chest ache.
She loved him so much, yet he treated her like this!
She blamed Su Hua for it all. If not for her poison, Lin Xuan would never have hated her.
She loathed Su Hua.
"Since you’re so stubborn, don’t blame me for what comes next. Even if you beg on your knees and swear to leave Lin Xuan, I won’t spare you!"
The bodyguards exchanged incredulous looks.
What kind of fool was this?
Couldn’t she even tell they weren’t hers?
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