After Miss Shen became beautiful alone, her five brothers cried and begged for forgiveness

In the hotel suite, as soon as Jiang Li entered the door, he threw the bag in his hand out.

The expensive leather bag hit the wall and fell dully onto the carpet without making much sound.

But the air in the room seemed to have been sucked out.

Shen Yi stood behind her with his eyes downcast, like an emotionless sculpture.

"Shen Suihuan...why did she burn down my house?"

Jiang Li took out a fruit knife from the coffee table and stabbed it frantically into the sofa pillow.

She stopped only after she had stabbed the pillow into pieces.

Suddenly, she laughed, and the laughter sounded particularly harsh in the quiet room.

"She will get burned, won't I buy more?" She stared at Shen Yi with a paranoid light in her eyes, "Go ahead, no matter how much it costs, go buy more! That villa area, no matter where it is, buy, buy a lot!"

She just wanted to tell Shen Suihuan that if she could burn, she could buy. She would not leave.

The next day, the news brought by Shen Yi was like a basin of cold water poured directly on Jiang Li's head.

"Miss Jiang... Jiang Zhou has said that the villa complex will not be sold to anyone related to us."

Shen paused and added, "They will check the buyer's background to prevent us from finding someone to hold the property on our behalf."

After hearing this, Jiang Li was stunned for a moment.

Then she laughed, her shoulders shrugging, and she couldn't stop laughing.

"He thinks that's all? Brother Zhou is still so naive."

The madness in her eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"The more he tells me not to buy, the more I insist on buying it." She murmured to herself, "There are so many people who want to curry favor with the Jiang family. Those people must be qualified. He built the villa to sell it. How can he find out?"

A battle between money has begun.

The real estate circle in Jiangcheng suddenly became lively.

Many people thought that there was some inside information about that villa area, so they rushed to buy houses there. The housing prices changed every day, and the increase was incomprehensible.

The financial news reported it, saying that this was a small miracle in Jiangcheng's real estate market.

In Jiang Zhou's villa, he and Shen Suihuan sat side by side on the sofa.

On the flat-screen, the host was excitedly analyzing the amazing appreciation potential of this villa area.

Jiang Zhou turned off the video and the room became quiet again.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Suihuan.

"I made money thanks to my sister," he chuckled softly, "most of the people who bought houses are related to her."

Shen Suihuan's lips curled slightly, "Then it's almost time to start harvesting."

Jiang Li is arrogant and paranoid, which is her biggest weakness.

Now, this weakness is dragging her into the pit.

This crazy acquisition lasted for almost a week.

Jiang Li spent almost all the money he had on hand and finally bought a house that was half the size of the villa area.

Like a queen who had won a battle, she chose the house next to Jiang Zhou and moved in again.

This time, she felt she had a sure win.

Every time Shen Suihuan burned down a house, she would replace it with another one. She had plenty of money and houses.

She wanted to use this method to gradually smooth out Shen Suihuan's arrogant arrogance.

Jiang Li changed into new clothes, put on some delicate makeup, and put on high heels, preparing to go out and "say hello" to her brother Zhou.

She wanted to see with her own eyes the look on Jiang Zhou's face when he found out she had moved back in, as he would be helpless and extremely angry.

But when she walked to the door and saw the scene, the smile on her face froze.

A huge moving truck was parked at the door of Jiang Zhou's villa.

Several workers were coming in and out, moving pieces of furniture wrapped in dustproof cloth onto the truck.

It's moving out, not moving in.

Jiang Li's mind went blank for a moment.

She walked over quickly and stopped a worker who was holding a floor lamp, her voice trembling a little.

"What are you doing?"

The worker glanced at her and answered honestly, "Moving."

"Who's moving?"

"The owner of this house, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Zhou...moved away?

These words hit her brain like a hammer.

She spent so much money, put in so much effort, and caused such a big fuss.

She thought this was a tug-of-war that she was sure to win.

As a result, no one wanted to play with her at all.

He simply overturned the chessboard and left.

Everything she did and all the money she spent became a huge joke.

A feeling of humiliation of being fooled, mixed with hatred that had nowhere to vent, made the string in her head break with a "bang".

"Hehe...hehe..."

Jiang Li looked at the villa that was being emptied and suddenly laughed softly.

The laughter grew louder and shriller until it turned into a meaningless roar.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings, finally stopping at several spare buckets of paint thinner in her yard that the moving company had just unloaded.

There was a flash of madness in her eyes, exactly the same as the one in Shen Suihuan's eyes that day.

She rushed over, kicked the lid of the bucket open like crazy, picked up the bucket, and staggered to Jiang Zhou's villa.

She splashed all the pungent liquid onto the house that no longer belonged to Jiang Zhou.

Just then, a car stopped by the roadside.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man got out of the car.

He looked at the new home he had just bought at a high price, with a happy look on his face.

But the next second, he saw Jiang Li splashing an unknown liquid.

"Miss!" The man turned pale with fear and shouted, "What are you doing! Stop it! That's my house!"

Jiang Li seemed not to hear. In her world, there was only hatred that burned everything.

She threw away the empty bucket and fished out a lighter from her bag.

"Click."

The flames shot up.

"No!" the man rushed over, shouting heartbreakingly.

But it's too late.

Jiang Li raised his hand, and the spark fell into the area soaked in liquid.

"call--"

The fire shot up into the sky.

The firelight reflected Jiang Li's twisted yet happy face.

"Ah! My house! My house!"

The middle-aged man's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground, pounding the ground and crying loudly.

"My life savings... all my belongings..."

The crying was shrill and desperate, and it was very disturbing to listen to.

Jiang Li frowned in disgust.

She pulled a black card out of her bag and threw it in front of the man.

"Shut up." Her voice was as cold as ice.

The man stopped crying and looked up at her.

Jiang Li glanced down at him condescendingly, his eyes full of contempt as if he were looking at trash.

"The money in this card is enough for you to buy ten more shabby houses like this. Now, get out of here!"

After saying that, she turned around and walked away in her high heels without looking back.

She doesn't allow anyone else to live in the house where Brother Zhou lived!

When the red sports car disappeared at the end of the road, the grief and despair on the man's face disappeared in an instant.

He slowly raised his head, then slowly stood up, patted the dirt off his body, and then picked up the bank card on the ground.

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The call was connected quickly, and he reported seriously:

"Boss Jiang, it's done."