Black Lotus is reborn, from campus to rich family

In the remote suburbs of Beijing, in the dense woods, an asphalt road winds its way deep into the forest.

This used to be a famous villa area. Investors focused on the beautiful environment near mountains and water, hoping to make a fortune as a secluded living area.

However, in the end, the project ran out of funds and was abandoned. Public security was not up to par, and a murder occurred, causing panic among the people. The project has been abandoned for many years.

No one knows that in this abandoned villa complex, there is another house inside. It looks old and simple, with a rusty iron gate and a garden full of wildly growing weeds and thick, rotten leaves.

But inside the villa, it is luxurious and exquisite, a different world.

The living room is decorated in the style of an 18th-century European building, with exquisite wall paintings, interwoven flowers and vines in vibrant and rich colors.

Thick candles hung from the large chandelier, their flames still dancing.

The sofas and cabinets are inlaid with a large amount of silk and gems, which, combined with the large mirrors on the walls, reflect magnificent and dreamy light and shadow.

Several bodyguards stood in the darkness of the room like sculptures, their presence completely hidden.

The girl was wearing a white European-style long dress, leaning slightly on the sofa, her long and curly eyelashes casually draped over her eyelids. The flickering candlelight cast a swaying shadow on the girl, like a rose under the moon.

That face, which seemed to have been kissed by the gods, looked like Aphrodite in a dream under the warm glow.

She picked up the vintage teacup with her slender hands, placed it to her lips and took a sip.

Meng Shu walked out from the room on the left side of the living room. His handsome and charming face looked gorgeous and luxurious under the light.

"Miss, they're awake."

Yu Suiwan picked up the teacup and stood up, her long skirt spreading out in a stream, she looked dignified and elegant, with a cold and indifferent expression on her small face, as white as jade.

Meng Shu opened the door to the basement, and the candlelight on both sides illuminated the stairwell as bright as day.

She walked down the stairs and slowly into the dark and damp underground.

Ji Ningwei woke up in a daze, with waves of dull pain in her head. She opened her eyes in a daze and found herself in a dark and damp room.

Next to him was Hong Yuze who was in a coma.

The two men were tied to the wall side by side, their mouths stuffed with cloth, their cheeks sore, their hands, feet and even their necks tightly bound, unable to move.

Her eyes were filled with fear and she struggled violently.

The sound of footsteps came from far away, slowly hitting the ground, neither hurried nor impatient, and every step hit Ji Ningwei's heart.

The basement door was pushed open, and bodyguards filed in and stood on both sides of the door.

The girl in white dress walked in with light lotus steps, holding a teacup.

Following behind him was a man in a black suit with a seductive face and a long scar on his brow that revealed a chilling ferocity.

Ji Ning widened his eyes slightly, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Yu Suiwan approached slowly, looking down at her as if she were an ant. No one and nothing would leave any trace in her eyes.

The bodyguard stepped forward and tore off Ji Ningwei's cloth.

Ji Ningwei struggled to look at her, the fear and anger in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

"Yu Suiwan, what on earth are you going to do!"

Yu Suiwan leaned down and looked at the embarrassed girl. Ji Ningwei didn't look much like Jiang Luanmin, but her eyes, like Jiang Luanmin's, were filled with viciousness.

She handed the teacup to Meng Shu behind her and took out a silver-white knife from the side of her skirt.

The blade with a cold glow moved freely across the pale face, admiring Ji Ningwei's eyes filled with fear.

As expected, Ji Ningwei is still the most beautiful at this time.

"Ji Ningwei, tell me, what do I want to do? Aren't you very smart? Why don't you take a guess?"

There was a hint of bewitchment in her voice. Although she was smiling, it gave Ji Ning a slight chill.

Ji Ning's voice trembled slightly: "Yu... Sui Wan, I'm warning you, if you do anything to me, my family will not let you go..."

"is it?"

Wearing transparent gloves as thin as a cicada's wing, Yu Suiwan pinched her chin, then slowly tilted the blade and touched her forehead:

"When you say family, do you mean your mistress Ji Yu, or that self-absorbed Jiang Luanmin?"

Ji Ning looked up at her in disbelief. She actually knew!

She stammered, "You...when did you know? If you dare to touch me, my father will not let you go."

"uh-huh?"

Yu Suiwan couldn't help but smile, her peach blossom eyes full of smile, but without any warmth. The tip of the knife touched her eyebrows, and her voice was soft:

"Ji Ningwei, oh no, I should call you Jiang Ningwei now."

"You were just making trouble at school, and I really didn't want to argue with you, but—"

She changed the subject, a cold look spread across her brows, and took out something:

"Your hands, like your mind, are really not clean."

Ji Ningwei stared intently at her hand, where there was a white fountain pen with a crescent-shaped carving that was radiant and lifelike.

"Yu Suiwan, who are you?"

Realizing Yu Suiwan's abnormality and unusualness, Ji Ningwei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Does the answer matter?

It doesn’t matter. I’m in her hands now. She dares to catch Hong Yuze as well.

This shows that her power is even greater than the Hong family that her father is wary of.

She trembled, tears welled up in her eyes and she began to beg:

"I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to do it. It was Hong Yuze. It was Hong Yuze who asked me to kidnap you."

The coldness between her eyebrows and the captivating aura in Yu Suiwan's eyes frightened her. She spoke in a tearful voice:

"It was Hong Yuze who wanted to sell you to Southeast Asia, not me. I was forced to do it!"

"Don't hurt me, please let me go, Yu Suiwan. I won't fight with you anymore. I don't want it anymore."

Meng Shu's face suddenly darkened, his eyes filled with sinister intent, and he turned on the recorder.

The girl's vicious yet pitiful voice rang out: "Yuze, why don't we scratch her face before sending her away? I'm afraid she'll use that face to get out again."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Next came the sound of gurgling water.

Ji Ningwei's face gradually turned pale. This is...

"no no……"

Yu Suiwan put away the knife, stood up straight, raised her hand and pinned the pen on her chest. The light blue gem was intimately pressed against the milky white skin on her chest. Her voice was cold.

"Noisy."

The bodyguard behind him heard the sound and stuffed the cloth back.

Yu Suiwan leaned over and, in front of Ji Ning's slightly frightened eyes, slowly placed the tip of the knife under her eyes.

Slowly descend to the sound of the recording playing repeatedly.

The winding river flows through the jungle, dyed a bright red in the warm light.

Not long after.

Yu Suiwan stood up and left, her pure white skirt swaying in the dark basement, like the only ray of moonlight in hell.

But the moonlight was stained with shades of red, carrying the tension of taboo and beauty.

"Break her hand and send her to the place she has arranged."

"As for Hong Yuze——"

The pure white and slender figure did not stop at all.

"Same as her."

"Yes, Miss."

a long time.

Meng Shu took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped the blood from his palm, chuckled, and walked out of the basement.