The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

Meanwhile, Shi An and Tang Weiwei were still showing affection in the live stream.

The two were deeply in love in the suite, their affection evident.

When it came to the washing up process, her face was beaming with joy, clearly indicating that she was serious about it.

Su Ran, who came in second, moved into a fairly luxurious one-bedroom apartment, which could be considered a small suite, though not as luxurious as Shi An and Tang Weiwei's.

The third place went to Song Lu and Song Yao, who stayed in a simple double room. Because the production team considered that the two were siblings, they specially found a screen to separate the two beds.

The father and son who were sunk into the sky suffered a terrible fate.

The old, cramped room contained only a bed. Above the bed was an old, yellowed air conditioner that had been used for many years. When turned on, it made a buzzing noise that kept Shen Jianye, a light sleeper, from sleeping.

I turned off the air conditioner, but I woke up in the middle of the night because of the heat.

There were also many mosquitoes, which bit the father and son all over their bodies.

It was torture.

"An Yecheng has made his move." Little Butterfly, wearing pink pajamas, looked up at Su Ran, who was packing her suitcase.

Upon hearing this, Su Ran activated the screen that locked An Yecheng's social information.

A dense list of records and related figures popped up.

She touched her chin with her slender fingertips. "He was quite quick. He didn't disappoint my expectations."

The little butterfly grinned, "Host, should we go with the flow and help him out?"

Su Ran curled her lips into a cold smile, "Help? Of course I'll help. After all, he's the knife I chose. No one is more suitable than him to personally deal with his own mother."

"Host, isn't this kind of behavior very cruel in your human world?" the little butterfly asked curiously.

Su Ran said, "Of course it's cruel." She smiled slightly, "But if he didn't do it, he would be the one who died."

The little butterfly didn't understand. "An Xin is quite strange. Why didn't she like An Yecheng, yet she still gave birth to him? Why did she like Shi An, yet she allowed him to stay in the Shi family for so long?"

Su Ran closed the suitcase, neatly arranging the clothes she would wear tomorrow. She told Little Butterfly, "Because of selfishness."

An Xin is a thoroughly selfish person.

She didn't love An Mu, but she always wanted to possess him, so when An Mu fell in love with Su Qinya, she used any means necessary to break them up.

She gave birth to An Yecheng and killed An Mu, all to smoothly obtain the An family's assets.

But what she didn't expect was that her abilities couldn't keep up with her ambitions.

An Mu's sudden death brought turmoil and unrest to the entire An family.

An Xin had no way to stabilize the entire An family, so when An Yecheng showed extraordinary business talent, she used An Yecheng as a puppet to protect the An family while she flew abroad to live a carefree life.

She didn't actually love Shi An that much.

The reason why they spared no effort to help Shi An was simply because they discovered that An Yecheng had someone he liked.

Moreover, this person was the daughter of a woman she once hated terribly, and An Yecheng was no longer under her control.

Only Shi An stood on the same side as her, because Shi An, like her, wished Su Ran would die immediately.

Su Ran once collected An Yecheng and An Xin's hair, and in her heart she actually suspected that they were not biological mother and son. Otherwise, why would she leave An Yecheng in the country for so many years without caring about him?

I never expected that she really was her biological daughter.

“An Xin has more than just my mother and Uncle An’s lives on her hands.” Su Ran slowly dragged the folder on the screen.

“An Yecheng still had some feelings for An Xin before, and he would have destroyed these things if I had given them to him then.” A cold smile appeared on her lips. “Now it’s different. These documents will help him.”

That evening, An Yecheng, who had been sitting in his study all night, received an anonymous email.

He turned his cold eyes, his lips a little pale, because he had been holding the same position for too long, and his hand was stiff as he reached for the mouse.

This is his private email address, and apart from close friends and a few high-ranking executives, very few people send him emails to bother him.

He opened the attached document.

The contents were neatly organized, with timelines, locations, and events clearly marked.

He felt as if something had utterly crushed his hopeful heart.

"I thought you were just being biased, but the truth is, you've never loved me."

An Yecheng laughed out loud.

He suddenly remembered seeing his mother worrying about a project when he was a child. Those tasks took up too much of his mother's time, and she never even glanced at him.

So he naively thought that if he could help his mother finish these tasks, then his mother would have time to see him.

So he devoted himself to studying the project, and finally one day, he handed the plan to his mother.

That day, his mother finally looked at him, but the look in her eyes was incredibly strange.

Not long after, his mother brought a few people and told him to learn business knowledge in advance and to have those people assist him. She said that if he didn't learn well, she would never let him call her "Mom" again.

He finally completed one task after another with excellence.

I was fully expecting to receive praise.

Then his mother told him that she was going abroad.

She said that as the heir of the An family, she had to bear pressure that ordinary people could not bear. All she did was to train him and to live up to the expectations of all the deceased elders of the An family.

She returned that day.

This shows that he is already a very qualified and outstanding chairman of the An Group.

He cried as he chased after his mother's car as she left home, but he couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried.

He vowed to do his best to complete everything his mother had asked him to do.

He did it.

She is back too.

Come back and kill him.

An Yecheng, who was always calm and composed, suddenly felt a gaping hole in his heart, and his desire to confide in someone grew stronger and stronger.

He picked up his phone with trembling hands and dialed the number he had longed to call for so long.

Su Ran had already turned off the lights when the phone rang.

This is a private time; there are no cameras in the room, nor are there any photographers following us.

Seeing the screen was lit, she answered the call without hesitation.

"Su Ran..." The man's voice was deep, like a simple call, yet also like it contained a thousand words.

"I'm here."

Su Ran's brief reply finally brought a glimmer of light to the man's eyes.

He gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles almost turning white: "Su Ran, do you hate me?"

"I don't dislike it." That was the answer, given almost without hesitation.

She didn't dislike An Yecheng, after all, he hadn't done anything to harm her, and moreover, in a sense, he was a victim of An Xin's sins, just like her.

"Thank you."

After saying that, An Yecheng hung up the phone.

He didn't ask her if she had feelings for him or if she liked him.

That statement that he didn't dislike it was true, and for him, that was enough.

An Yecheng suppressed his greed, dialed another person's number, and said in a deep voice, "I have some things here that you might be interested in. Half an hour, see you at the usual place."