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

Shen Suihuan walked down the stairs slowly. The morning light shone through the window onto her, giving her a soft halo.

At this moment, a servant came towards him quickly, holding a stack of manuscript paper soaked in snow in his hand. The paper was slightly curled, obviously just brought in from outside.

Shen Suihuan was about to walk past, but the servant politely stopped her, a hint of doubt in her voice: "Miss Suihuan, are these manuscripts yours?"

Hearing this, Shen Suihuan stopped and turned to look at the manuscript in the servant's hand.

Her eyes swept across the papers, her pupils shrank slightly, and her heart beat faster.

Those lines, those colors, are extremely familiar yet slightly strange.

She reached out to take the manuscript, examined it carefully, and her brows gradually furrowed. These manuscripts had the shadow of her design works, but they had been revised.

"Where do they come from?"

The servant replied respectfully, "I found it in the yard outside. Since you are the only one in the family who can draw such a design, I thought it was your work."

At this point, she hesitated, "Could it be that... these are really not yours?"

Shen Suihuan smiled calmly and took the design draft. "These drafts are mine. They might have blown from my room to the downstairs yesterday. Thank you for bringing them to me."

She took the manuscript and returned to her room.

Her eyes wandered across the paper, each line so familiar yet with a touch of strangeness. These traces of revisions were Song Yanxi's usual technique.

Song Yanxi likes to add complicated patterns to her works, making them very gorgeous, but she doesn't know that adding these unnecessary decorations not only fails to improve the quality of the design, but destroys the original harmony.

It must not be a coincidence that Song Yanxi's manuscript appeared in the Jiang family.

Shen Suihuan turned on the computer and placed the design drafts one by one on the scanner.

The machine hummed softly, and a clear image gradually appeared on the screen. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and she quickly logged into the official website of the international design competition.

She operated on the computer for a while and then uploaded a design draft.

With a "ding" sound, the upload is completed.

Shen Suihuan leaned back in his chair, looking at the confirmation message displayed on the screen, a smile on his lips.

At the same time, Shen Wu was sitting in his room, staring at the computer screen intently.

When he saw the update of Shen Suihuan's work, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

"He took the bait." Shen Wu whispered, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

In his opinion, Shen Suihuan was complacent about this, not realizing that he had walked into the trap he had carefully set.

"Thieves should be punished!"

Time passed quickly and soon it was the day of the competition.

Shen Suihuan stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting her clothes.

She opened the door and saw Jiang Zhou leaning against the door frame, wearing a well-tailored black suit with a smile in his eyes.

"Are you ready?" Jiang Zhou asked, his eyes falling on the portfolio in her hand.

Shen Suihuan nodded, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Brother, don't you have a meeting today..."

"Of course I have to be there for my sister's important competition." Jiang Zhou said as a matter of course, reaching out to take her portfolio.

These words warmed Shen Suihuan's heart.

Ever since Song Yanxi appeared, she has long been accustomed to facing everything alone.

And now, Jiang Zhou not only remembered her game, but also came to accompany her. This warmth made her eyes slightly warm.

She placed her hand on Jiang Zhou's, "Thank you, brother."

The competition venue was crowded with people.

Shen Suihuan walked towards the entrance of the venue and suddenly stopped. Her eyes were attracted by Song Yanxi, who was standing in front of her like a conspicuous bag.

Song Yanxi stood in the center of the crowd, radiant.

Shen Wu and Shen Si were like loyal guards, surrounding her on the left and right.

Shen Wu held Song Yanxi's bag in his hand, his expression focused, afraid that others would squeeze his beloved sister.

Shen Si carefully handed over a bottle of water, his eyes full of concern.

"Xixi, are you thirsty?" Shen Si asked gently, with a tone full of doting.

Song Yanxi smiled sweetly and said softly, "Thank you, Fourth Brother."

She gracefully took the bottle and took a sip.

Seeing this, Shen Wu immediately adjusted the position of the bag in his hand to ensure that Song Yanxi could easily take out the items inside.

"If you get tired later, tell me and I can hold it for you." He whispered, his eyes full of protectiveness.

Song Yanxi nodded slightly, a look of gratitude on her face.

"Fifth brother is so nice."

Then she noticed Shen Suihuan.

"elder sister."

Song Yanxi's voice was sweet and deliberately intimate, but she held her chin high, her eyes full of pride.

Her brother was snatched away by her, and now he is her slave!

Shen Suihuan's eyes were cold, he didn't even bother to look at her, and turned around to leave.

A warm hand held her arm.

There was a playful smile on Jiang Zhou's handsome face, and a teasing light flashed in his deep eyes.

"It's like the certification is just a joke."

Jiang Zhou casually raised his hand and snapped his slender fingers.

In an instant, two shiny black Rolls-Royces drove up like shadows and stopped behind them.

Jiang Zhou leaned against the car body, his hands in his pockets, a ruffian smile on his lips, and his whole body exuded an incomparable sense of superiority and dominance.

The car doors opened at the same time, and eight bodyguards in custom-made black suits filed out, forming a line on both sides in unison.

The reflectors reflected dazzling light in the sunlight, the brand-name bags were neatly placed in the hands of the bodyguards, and the parasols accurately blocked the glaring sunlight for Shen Suihuan.

"Princess, please." Jiang Zhou's low and magnetic voice was filled with a hint of pampering, and he made an elegant invitation gesture.

Shen Suihuan looked at the luxurious display before him and couldn't help laughing: "Your display is too exaggerated."

"It's not an exaggeration at all." Jiang Zhou raised his sharp chin, his eyes flashing with an imperceptible light of doting, "The little princess of my Jiang family deserves such a pomp. Besides,"

He leaned closer to Shen Suihuan, a wicked smile on his lips, "I'm happy to."

Shen Suihuan shook her head and chuckled. Whenever Jiang Zhou encountered the Shen brothers, he would become particularly childish, insisting on competing for supremacy. But this time, she decided to accompany him in his willful behavior.

"Okay, brother." She replied softly.

The crowd of people attending the competition stopped to watch, their eyes drawn to the grand spectacle. Some pulled out their phones to take photos, while others whispered about the spectacle.

Song Yanxi looked at Shen Suihuan's show. Although it was childish, Shen Suihuan was the most glorious person now!

She was jealous and looked at the Shen brothers on both sides, and instantly felt that they were not so attractive!