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

After Song Yanxi said that, her whole body froze.

She looked at Shen Yi in horror, her pale face full of panic.

"Brother, I...I didn't mean that. I was just too angry and said the wrong thing."

Shen Yi's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

He raised his hand.

Song Yanxi shrank back in fear and subconsciously closed her eyes.

But the slap didn't land.

A hand landed somewhat heavily on her head, it was hard to tell whether it was to comfort or to warn.

Song Yanxi opened her eyes in a daze.

"Big brother?"

There was no emotion on Shen Yi's face, and no joy or anger could be heard in his voice. It sounded like he was discussing a business matter.

"I know you're feeling wronged. The Shen family is in turmoil right now, and it's hard on you. But you have to know that you are my dearest sister. Once the Shen family gets through this difficult time, I'll buy you something better if you want."

Song Yanxi still didn't want to.

Those things were not just things, they were proof that she had won over Shen Suihuan.

She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

Shen Yi's eyes turned cold and his voice became heavier.

"obedient."

Song Yan's heart trembled, but she nodded reluctantly.

She knew she had no choice.

Seeing her compromise, Shen Yi took out his cell phone and called Si Shenyan again.

This time, he kept a low profile.

"Uncle, everything is sorted out. Should we have it delivered, or..."

There was only a cold word coming from the other end of the phone.

"Let's go get it."

After saying that, he hung up.

Shen Yi held the phone tightly, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.

He asked the servants to move all the things that belonged to Shen Suihuan and were later taken by Song Yanxi to the yard of the villa.

Brand-name clothes, limited edition bags, expensive jewelry, and the little gadgets that Shen You and others gave to Shen Suihuan and that Song Yanxi took away were piled up in a mess on the lawn in the yard, forming a small hill.

Half an hour later, a black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped outside the Shen family villa.

The car door opened and Si Shenyan got out first. He walked around to the other side and opened the door for Shen Suihuan personally.

Shen Suihuan followed Si Shenyan and walked into the place she once called "home".

In the yard, Shen Yi and Song Yanxi were already waiting there.

Seeing the mountain of things, Si Shenyan's eyes were as cold as ice.

He put his arm around Shen Suihuan's shoulders forcefully. His voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Go and see if all these things are complete."

Shen Suihuan's eyes swept across the pile of things lightly, without any emotion.

She walked forward and picked up a music box.

It was a gift her mother gave her before she died. Later, Song Yanxi said she "liked it very much" and took it away.

The same goes for other things. As long as Song Yanxi says she likes it, she will give it up.

She took a look and it was indeed that one.

Then she glanced at a few other things and turned to nod to Si Shenyan.

"All of them."

Seeing this, Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief and forced a stiff smile on his face.

"Uncle, since everything is..."

He was just wanting to take this opportunity to have a good talk with Si Shenyan about company cooperation.

At this moment, Shen Suihuan suddenly spoke again, his voice clear and cold.

"But I find things that have been touched by others dirty."

The air in the yard seemed to freeze.

The smile on Shen Yi's face completely froze. He looked at Shen Suihuan in disbelief, thinking he had heard it wrong.

He could no longer suppress the anger he had been suppressing.

"Shen Suihuan! What do you mean!"

There was uncontrollable anger in his voice.

"How do you talk to Sui Sui?"

Si Shenyan immediately rebuked coldly, his eyes scraping across Shen Yi's face like a knife.

Shen Yi was choked, then turned to stare at Shen Suihuan and asked through gritted teeth.

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Shen Sui welcomed his gaze, his expression as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"Nothing, I just think it's dirty and I don't want it anymore."

Shen Yi's face was terribly gloomy. "If you don't want it, why are you still tormenting Xixi like this? You are deliberately humiliating Xixi, aren't you!"

"Yes." Shen Suihuan said, and took out a metal lighter from his pocket.

There was a "click" sound.

The orange-red flames danced in the evening breeze.

Song Yanxi seemed to understand what she was going to do, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she screamed.

"What are you doing! Don't burn it!"

Shen Suihuan ignored her.

She moved her wrist slightly, and the small, burning lighter drew an arc and landed accurately on the pile of things.

As soon as the flame touched the fabric of the clothes, it instantly ignited and the fire was astonishingly large.

Expensive silk and soft cashmere curled and turned black in the fire, making crackling sounds.

Those glittering jewels, limited edition bags, and gifts were all twisted and deformed in the fire, and finally turned into a pile of ugly black charcoal.

"what--!"

Song Yanxi screamed, her whole body shaking with anger, and she stared at Shen Suihuan with red eyes, as if she wanted to swallow her alive.

Among that pile of things, there was her favorite necklace and the bag she showed off everywhere!

Now, it’s all gone!

Shen Suihuan looked at the flames rising into the sky with no expression on his face.

The firelight reflected in her eyes was like a grand funeral.

What was buried was all the stupidity and humility of her previous life.

Song Yanxi looked at the blazing fire, and the bloodshot in her eyes became more and more.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and with a roar, she rushed into the fire.

"I'll fight you!"

Shen Yi was quick and grabbed her, pulling her tightly behind him.

Song Yanxi struggled desperately, her nails almost scratching Shen Yi's hand.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Shen Yi gritted his teeth and let her go crazy in his arms, refusing to let go.

The fire burned more and more vigorously, and those luxury goods crackled in the fire, as if mocking Song Yanxi.

"She didn't want it anymore and burned it. Brother, I...I...wuwu!"

Song Yanxi's cries were heartbreaking, but the fire was merciless and everything turned to ashes.

Shen Suihuan just stood there quietly, watching the fire, his expression as indifferent as if he was watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

Si Shenyan protected her by her side, fearing that sparks would splash on her.

After more than ten minutes, the fire finally died down.

There was only a pile of black ashes left in the yard, and nothing could be seen of its original appearance.

Song Yanxi collapsed in Shen Yi's arms, her tears had dried up and only sobbing remained.

Shen Yi let go of his hand, and it seemed as if all his strength had been drained away.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly walked towards Si Shenyan.

"uncle."

His voice was soft, with a cautious tone of inquiry.

Si Shenyan looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Shen Yi could only bite the bullet and continue, "I have done as you said. I still need your attention for several projects overseas."

Si Shenyan felt extremely ironic when he heard him calling him "Uncle".

This person is not his sister's child at all.

This was the child that Shen Zhuo brought back from outside when he replaced the prince with a cat, and pretended to be the eldest son of the Shen family.

But his sister's real son had died in that "accident" long ago.

Now, this fake guy still has the nerve to call him uncle?