A Replica of Qin Ruoyao

Wang Dahe used to feel heartache, but now, he had seen her true colors.

Looking at Wang Shiyun’s demeanor, all he felt was scorn.

Wasn’t Wang Shiyun just a carbon copy of Qin Ruoyao?

He had repeatedly warned Xuan not to be fooled by Qin Ruoyao—that she was nothing but a toxic woman.

Yet here he was, blind to a woman just like her.

"Wang Shiyun, get the hell out of here right now!"

Wang Dahe pointed at the door, his face burning with fury.

Wang Shiyun was startled by his dark, terrifying expression and scrambled off the bed to leave.

"Wait."

Wang Dahe called her back.

Wang Shiyun paused.

Had he changed his mind?

Of course. A simp was always a simp—some habits never die.

She waited for his apology, but instead, Wang Dahe strode over and yanked the necklace from her neck and the bracelet from her wrist.

"Wang Dahe, what are you doing?" Wang Shiyun glared at him.

"Nothing," Wang Dahe said coldly. "These were gifts from me. You don’t deserve them."

Wang Shiyun bit her lip.

So he wasn’t here to apologize.

She had even been ready to give him an out.

"Fine, Wang Dahe. So you’d rather trust your so-called brothers, huh?" she spat through gritted teeth. "Mark my words—you’ll regret this!"

"Even if you beg on your knees for me to take you back, I’d never say yes!"

With that, she stomped out of the room.

Wang Dahe smirked.

What was she thinking?

Him, begging for her?

What a joke.

Wang Shiyun ran out of the villa. It was still early morning, and the area was well-lit with plenty of surveillance cameras.

Yet, she couldn’t shake her fear.

She turned, intending to go back inside—

But two bodyguards appeared behind her, pressing a cloth over her mouth.

"Mmph—!" Her eyes widened in terror.

Who dared to kidnap her here?

After Wang Shiyun stormed out, Luo Yuan entered the room.

He laughed. "Wang Dahe, who was it that swore up and down they’d never be a simp?"

Wang Dahe: "…"

"See?" Luo Yuan clapped him on the shoulder, tone dripping with schadenfreude. "Never say never. Karma’s a bitch."

Wang Dahe seethed but had no retort.

This time, he’d been the fool.

"Luo Yuan, where’s Xuan?" Wang Dahe asked, puzzled.

It wasn’t like him to miss out on a chance to tease his bro.

"Lin Xuan?" Luo Yuan shrugged. "Boss Su showed up earlier. Probably with her now."

"Boss Su? Why’s she here?" Wang Dahe frowned.

"No idea," Luo Yuan admitted. "But why not go see for ourselves?"

"Let’s go find him."

As they reached the door, Cheng Da and Cheng Er appeared, blocking their way.

"You two can’t go in," Cheng Da said firmly.

"Why not?" Luo Yuan asked, confused.

Wang Dahe suddenly turned to Luo Yuan. "What happened when Boss Su arrived earlier?"

"She came in, found Lin Xuan, and kicked me out. No clue after that," Luo Yuan replied. "Why?"

Wang Dahe thought of the dark circles often under Lin Xuan’s eyes.

If Boss Su and Xuan were…

He exhaled in relief. Thank god the bodyguards stopped them. Disturbing Boss Su’s… mood would be disastrous.

"Let’s not bother the lovebirds. They’re probably sleeping. We should get some rest too."

He dragged Luo Yuan away.

Inside the room, the air was still thick with a sweet, lingering scent.

Su Hua lay lazily against Lin Xuan’s chest. "A-Xuan, look at this."

She handed him a file on Wang Shiyun.

Lin Xuan scanned the contents on his phone—and nearly facepalmed.

How could he have forgotten? He had Su Hua. All he needed was to ask her to dig up dirt on Wang Shiyun and show Wang Dahe the proof.

With this evidence, even the most lovesick fool would see Wang Shiyun for the player she was.

Damn it. All that scheming for nothing.

Su Hua traced a slender finger down his chest. "So, A-Xuan, remember—these women only want you for your money."

"I know," Lin Xuan nodded.

He knew it all too well.

In his past life, when he was broke, Qin Ruoyao had looked down on him. Now that he was rich, she came crawling back.

Gold diggers were everywhere.

Suddenly, Su Hua bit his neck.

Satisfaction curled her lips as she admired the mark she’d left.

"A-Xuan, remember this."

Her voice was possessive, commanding.

"You’re mine. If I catch another woman touching you…"

A dark promise laced her words.

"I’ll lock you up where no one else can find you."