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

Just then, a long sword appeared out of nowhere, its aura powerful and graceful, yet as supple and delicate as a woman's. It nimbly spun around Su Ran's wrist and landed across the man's neck.

"What do you want to do?"

Su Ran was very glad that she had exchanged for the Floating Sword. It was only about half an inch long and was tucked into her sleeve. When she wanted to use it, the Floating Sword would immediately extend and retract its blade, and she would hold it firmly in her hand.

"Girl, don't be impulsive!" The man raised his hands and looked down. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. Good heavens, she was a sharpened sword. Where did this woman come from?

Someone else pleaded, "Yes, girl, please let go. This is a civilized society; it's not good to resort to knives and guns."

Su Ran was actually scared inside, it was the first time she had held a sword to someone's neck, but on the surface she still maintained a cold tone.

"Who asked you to come?"

The man then told the truth.

“We didn’t want to do this either, but it was your brother. He said you were disobedient and ran away from home, and he asked us to take you back.”

"Shi An?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, that person's surname is indeed Shi." The man hurriedly tried to nod, but then stopped himself when he realized what was next to his neck.

Su Ran lowered her eyelids, concealing the displeasure and anger in her eyes. It seemed that Shi's family intended to persist in their entanglement.

So he said to the two of them, "Go back and tell Shi An to meet at that coffee shop at three o'clock this afternoon."

She raised her chin to indicate that they should look at the coffee shop on the side of the road.

The two quickly agreed.

Just after the two informed An Suran of her message.

A police car gave chase.

“Someone called the police saying you were stalking a single woman. Come with me to the police station.”

Several burly men were taken away in a daze before they could even understand what was happening.

Let them talk about it at the police station.

Su Ran called the police, of course. If she hadn't been on guard, it's hard to imagine what would have happened to a weak woman in the hands of several men.

After dealing with this matter, Su Ran bought groceries and went to Gu Cai's house.

I saw An Yecheng again before entering.

She wasn't surprised at all this time.

Mr. An gets up very early every day. At six o'clock, when she comes to make breakfast, Mr. An goes downstairs to the gym in sportswear.

Upon seeing Su Ran, he nodded at her, a rare occurrence for him.

Su Ran responded with a slightly flattered "Good morning".

An Yecheng stopped looking at her, closed the door, and left.

Su Ran also entered the house, carrying a bag in one hand while changing into disposable slippers.

"You came……"

The sound coming from beside her almost startled Su Ran.

Looking up, I saw Gu Cai wearing blue pajamas, with two big dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you stay up all night?" Su Ran had heard Zhu Hong say that Gu Cai sometimes went three days and three nights without sleeping.

"Come here quickly." Gu Cai grabbed her wrist. "Listen to what I have to say about this piece."

"What song is that? I still have to cook." Su Ran broke free.

"What kind of food is this? I'm not eating! Come and listen to me, is mine better or hers?"

Gu Cai forcibly pulled Su Ran into the music room, turned on the player, and after listening to a piece, he asked Su Ran with expectant eyes, "How was it?"

"It sounds great," Su Ran replied honestly.

"Then listen to this one!" Gu Cai played another song.

This time, there was no accompaniment, only vocals.

She was shocked to discover, after only a few words had been sung, that it was her own song, "Traces."

After listening to the song, he met Gu Cai's expectant gaze again.

"Does hers sound better or mine?"

Su Ran touched her nose, praising herself in a way that sounded like a self-praiser.

In fact, she really thought she sang better than Gu Cai.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Her."

Gu Cai wailed and went berserk, his curly hair was ruffled out of shape, and he kicked the trash can in a fit of rage, scattering the manuscripts all over the floor.

Su Ran hadn't expected her answer to make Gu Cai react this way.

"Are you OK?"

"It's alright, you can go out now and don't bother me."

He then pushed Su Ran out of the music room.

Su Ran was puzzled. "Is he upset? It's just a song, why are you arguing about who's better?"

The little butterfly said quietly, "[Host, are you questioning your talent score of 80?]"

From childhood to adulthood, apart from her maternal grandmother and Teacher Gao, Su Ran has always been criticized. Apart from her voice and academic performance, she has never thought that she has any outstanding qualities.

She felt that her talent score of 80 was related to her voice.

"Alright, that's all for now. After I finish cooking today's meal, I plan to tell Sister Hong that I'm resigning."

But to my surprise, shortly after I finished calling Sister Hong, there was a knock on the door.

Su Ran went to open the door, and Zhu Hong rushed in wearing high heels, calling out, "Heroine! Did that brat Gu Cai make you angry? It's alright, I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

Zhu Hong looked towards the restaurant behind Su Ran.

Soy milk, corn, and sweet porridge were already laid out on the table, and the chopsticks on the table showed no signs of having been touched.

Su Ran grabbed Zhu Hong.

"It has nothing to do with him, I wanted to leave on my own."

Zhu Hong didn't believe it. "Don't I know him? With his attitude, he's driven away several aunties. This time, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!"

"No, it's not that. Please sit down and I'll get you a glass of water."

Zhu Hong was really wronging Gu Cai. Although he had a bad temper, he always had a reason for kicking people out.

The cook who was chased away before Su Ran arrived thought that Gu Cai was famous, had a good appearance, and seemed weak-willed, so she assumed the role of an elder and lectured Gu Cai.

If it were just about acting like an elder, that would be one thing, but she even brought her granddaughter into the house.

A teenage girl, a die-hard fan of Gu Cai, started rummaging through everything as soon as she arrived, acting as if she were the lady of the house.

The day Gu Cai returned, he saw the girl in his music room. The girl even held up his newly written sheet music and praised him for writing it so well.

Gu Cai exploded immediately!

They immediately chased the grandmother and grandson away.

Whenever Zhu Hong asked about these things, Gu Cai felt that a mature man would disdain explaining his actions to anyone, so he coldly replied, "It's so annoying, tell them to get lost."

Over time, Zhu Hong naturally came to believe that her distant cousin was ill, and quite seriously so.

A cup of hot water was placed in Zhu Hong's hand to calm her agitated emotions, and only then did Su Ran begin to start the conversation.

There's really not much to say. When someone wants to leave, they never need to give a specific answer.

Furthermore, since Su Ran and Zhu Hong are not in a true superior-subordinate relationship, there is even less need for a reason.

"My heroine, are you really planning to leave?" Zhu Hong was a little reluctant. Did the heroine think the salary was too low? She could ask for a higher salary.

Or perhaps the female warrior doesn't like this job?

That's true, who with all their skills would work as a personal assistant?

"Yes, there are some things that need to be taken care of," Su Ran said simply.

Upon hearing that Su Ran had something to attend to, Zhu Hong immediately pictured Su Ran's dazzling figure leaping forward with his sword.

"Could it be... the sect..." Zhu Hong's eyes grew brighter and brighter, then she looked at Su Ran with an understanding expression.

"I know that you are a martial arts practitioner and must have many things to deal with in the martial world! If you need any help, please just tell me. Finding a place for a martial arts brawl is no problem."

Su Ran: "???"

She hadn't expected that Zhu Hong, who was already in her thirties, would have such a strong imagination.

Thinking of her own inexplicable, ethereal swordsmanship, she sighed and decided to let her misunderstand.

Su Ran's lack of denial made Zhu Hong feel that she had guessed the truth, and she asked excitedly, "Do you really have that martial arts brawl or martial arts competition?"

"Hmm...maybe...we usually live in seclusion in the countryside and keep a low profile. We only helped you because we saw you in trouble that time. Don't tell anyone, or it will cause trouble." Su Ran lied with an air of seriousness. She had been lying a lot lately and was getting better and better at it, without even blushing.

Zhu Hong blushed with excitement, her arms almost reaching out to hug Su Ran. "Really! Can I go see it? I really love the heroes in Jin Yong's novels!"

Well, he's a fan of chivalrous heroes.

Su Ran looked utterly dejected. Where was she supposed to put together a martial arts competition for Zhu Hong to watch?