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

As night falls, the Shen family's home is shrouded in silence.

Song Yanxi tiptoed into Shen Suihuan's room, her heart pounding.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor, drawing a thin silver line in the darkness.

She carefully opened the wardrobe and rummaged through the drawers, her fingertips trembling as they touched each item.

Song Yanxi's eyes searched in the darkness and finally fell on a stack of papers in the drawer under the desk.

She held her breath and slowly picked up the stack of papers.

In the dim moonlight, she saw the elegant, flowing lines on it—it was a design draft. Song Yanxi's eyes lit up instantly, and a smug smile played at the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, the sound of the doorknob turning suddenly struck her like a thunderbolt. In a panic, Song Yanxi stuffed the design draft into her skirt, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.

The door slowly opened, and Shen's tall figure appeared at the door.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle, scanning everything in the room.

Song Yanxi froze in place, her face as pale as paper, her hands tightly grasping the hem of her skirt, afraid of revealing a single flaw.

Song Yanxi forced herself to calm down, squeezed out a forced smile, and said in a trembling voice, "Second brother, why aren't you resting in your room?"

Shen stood at the door again, his face terribly gloomy, his brow furrowed, his eyes cold. Moonlight streamed in from behind him, casting a long shadow across the floor.

Song Yanxi's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out on her palms. She suppressed her panic, her voice trembling slightly, "My...my sister left in such a hurry that she left everything behind. I wanted to see if she had left anything important behind that I'd like to give to her."

After hearing this explanation, Shen's tense facial lines relaxed slightly, but his eyes remained sharp.

He took out his phone and tapped the screen quickly with his slender fingers. After a moment, he turned the phone screen to Song Yanxi and said, "Don't come to Suihuan's room from now on."

Song Yanxi clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. The pain made her barely maintain her calm appearance.

She lowered her head, a trace of deep hatred flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

She raised her head again, with a gentle and well-behaved smile on her face: "Okay, second brother, I won't touch my sister's things."

Shen nodded coldly, stepped aside to make room at the door, and silently signaled Song Yanxi to leave.

Song Yanxi avoided Shen You's sight and wanted to take Shen Suihuan's design draft away.

Shen You cared very little about Shen Suihuan. He didn't know what was in his room and didn't realize that the design draft was lost.

After getting the design draft, Song Yanxi immediately returned to her room to take a closer look. The more she looked at it, the more amazed she became, and then she became jealous.

Why is Shen Suihuan always the best at everything he does?

Then, a twisted smile appeared on her face again, but it didn't matter now, everything of Shen Suihuan was already hers!

Song Yanxi quickly opened her browser and quickly searched various design websites. As the results appeared one by one, her brows gradually relaxed. "Sure enough, there's no registration information," she said with a sly smile. "Now I'm safe."

She sat up again and began to carefully revise the design.

As time passed, Shen Suihuan's original creativity was gradually replaced by Song Yanxi's "improvements".

She carefully left her own mark on every detail, like a cunning fox, erasing the scent of the original owner.

When the last stroke was completed, Song Yanxi breathed a sigh of relief, with a gleam of victory in her eyes.

She gently signed her name on the design.

Just then, a sound of light footsteps came from the corridor.

Song Yanxi's heart tightened, and she quickly hid the design draft, pretending to be concentrating on the design.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Shen Wu's low voice came: "Xixi, are you still awake?"

Song Yanxi took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, and said softly, "Fifth brother, please come in."

Shen Wu pushed the door open and walked in. "You're still busy so late? You've worked hard."

Song Yanxi gave a tired but grateful smile. "Well, I want to finish the design. Didn't Fifth Brother tell me to prepare well for the competition? I don't want to let you down."

Shen Wu took a few steps closer and leaned over to look at the computer screen.

Song Yanxi's heart beat faster and her palms were slightly sweaty, but she forced herself to remain calm.

"How's it going?" Shen Wu asked, with a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Song Yanxi's eyes flashed with confidence. She gently pushed the computer screen and turned it towards Shen Wu.

"Fifth brother, it's done." There was a hint of undisguised pride in her voice.

"Xixi, you are awesome! I knew that designing a few clothes would not be a problem for you!" A surprised smile instantly bloomed on Shen Wu's face, and his eyes showed approval and expectation.

Shen Wu leaned over the screen and carefully examined the design draft.

At first, he was amazed by the work in front of him, but as time went on, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he noticed something incongruous.

He automatically assumed that she was too busy and rushed the design, so there were some shortcomings. He was confident in her design work, so this little problem was not a problem.

"First, post this design draft on the design registration website, then remove your signature and print out the draft for me." A fierce look appeared on Shen Wu's face.

Song Yanxi understood in her heart, she knew Shen Wu's vengeful character and insidious methods too well.

She immediately realized that Shen Wu intended to use this design draft to frame Shen Suihuan.

But she pretended to be innocent, with a puzzled glint in her eyes. "Fifth brother, what are you going to do with my manuscript?"

"Just leave it to me, don't worry about it." Shen Wu's voice was cold and full of ruthlessness and disloyalty.

As he spoke, he reached out to the computer and quickly printed out the design. The printer hummed softly, and the paper slowly spit out.

Shen Wu grabbed the printed manuscript and strode towards the door.

Song Yanxi leaned back in her computer chair, an elusive smile appearing on her face.

Song Yanxi leaned lazily on the soft computer chair, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. A meaningful smile curved her lips, and a smug glint shone in her eyes.

Shen Wu's knife is indeed very useful.

At the same time, Shen Wu came to the yard quietly.

He took advantage of the early morning when there were few people around, stepped onto the fence, raised the manuscript papers high, and then swung them hard, throwing them into the yard next door.

The papers fluttered in the air like a group of white butterflies, and finally scattered in the Jiang family's yard.

After doing all this, Shen Wu nimbly jumped off the fence and retreated to the shadows. A faint sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and a calculating glint flickered in his eyes.