Reborn as a heiress, she transforms into a ruthless vengeful woman.

Ye Xinghe fell asleep shortly after lying down.

In my hazy sleep, I seemed to hear someone knocking on the door.

"Clang, clang clang." It even has a rhythm.

Ye Xinghe got out of bed, walked to the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

The person outside replied, "I am Brother Mofan. Xinghe, open the door for me." The voice was clear, gentle, and very pleasant to hear.

"I don't want to see you, get out!" Ye Xinghe shouted and went back to bed.

A moment later, the "clang, clang clang" sound rang out again.

Ye Xinghe sat on the bed impatiently and said, "If you bother me again, I'll call the police!"

The knocking didn't stop. She got out of bed, picked up her phone, and pretended to make a call, "Hello? Is this 110? This is..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Xinghe realized that the voice wasn't coming from the doorway.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I realized it was coming from the balcony!

Through the curtains, Ye Xinghe saw a tall figure, the head of which was somewhat blurry. She picked up the paper cutter on the table and walked to the window.

"Xinghe, open the door. It's me, Hua Qingmeng."

"Hua Qingmeng? Why are you here so late?" Ye Xinghe drew back the curtains and was shocked to see a monster with a human body and a fox head!

Two furry fox paws were still pounding on the window, the fox's entire face pressed against the glass, as if it wanted to break through the window from the outside, its face was extremely ferocious!

Ye Xinghe was so frightened that she quickly backed away and shouted, "Help!"

She sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath. In the dim light, she could only hear her own heartbeat.

It was all a dream.

Ye Xinghe glanced towards the balcony, but there was no one there.

She turned on the bedroom light, took scissors in her left hand and a paper cutter in her right, tiptoed to the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain.

There was nothing outside, and the porcelain jar was sitting there perfectly fine.

"Phew~" Ye Xinghe let out a long sigh and returned to bed. She hugged her knees and curled up at the head of the bed, the terrifying scene from her dream replaying in her mind, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Ye Xinghe shook her head violently, trying to shake these terrifying images out of her mind, constantly repeating, "Ye Xinghe, don't be afraid! You've learned freestyle fighting! Be brave! You are the guardian of the Ye family! You are the future of our country..."

After some self-suggestion, she felt much better. Ye Xinghe glanced at her phone; it was 2:15.

She suddenly remembered that she was in such a hurry to deal with the necklace last night that she forgot to ask what time we were supposed to meet today.

"Brother Hao, what time will we meet tomorrow? Reply to this message when you see it."

In the car downstairs, Hua Qingmeng's phone flashed.

He opened the message, glanced at the third-floor window again, and typed in the text box: "You'll see me when you wake up tomorrow. Xinghe, don't be afraid."

Just as I was about to send it, I deleted it word by word.

He replied again, "What time is it! Go to sleep! I guarantee I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning."

Another message came in: "Will Hua Qingmeng come?"

Holding her phone, Hua Qingmeng felt a warmth in her heart. "He will definitely come."

After replying to the message, he rolled down the car window, put his arms on the car door, and stared blankly at the lights on the third floor.

About twenty minutes later, the lights went out, and Hua Qingmeng's lips curled up slightly. Her bright, silver-gray eyes shone like two stars fallen to earth in the dark night.

In July, dawn breaks early in Jiangyang, and a cool morning breeze brings a sense of tranquility and comfort.

Ye Xinghe slept lightly that night and woke up around six o'clock. She drew back the curtains and opened the window, letting the first rays of morning sunlight into the room.

Just then, she saw someone waving at her from downstairs; it was Hua Qingmeng.

She quickly waved in response and whispered, "Wait for me, I'll tidy up and come down."

Ye Xinghe returned to her bedroom, washed up, and changed her clothes. She also took the jars off the balcony and left a note for her mother before leaving.

In less than twenty minutes, he appeared in front of Hua Qingmeng.

"Why are you here so early?" Ye Xinghe had dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating she hadn't slept well last night.

Before Hua Qingmeng could reply, Lin Hao, who was sitting in the car, suddenly got out with a panicked look on his face. "What's wrong, sister? Has something happened at home?"

Ye Xinghe asked in confusion, "No."

"Then what is this...?" Lin Hao pointed to what Ye Xinghe was holding in her hands.

"It's a necklace."

Ye Xinghe, unaware of what was going on, unwrapped the scarf layer by layer, revealing a blue and white porcelain jar the size of a teapot.

Lin Hao rubbed his forehead, then said calmly, "Little sister, the packaging you just used, its shape, its appearance, and the way you held it all looked very unlucky, do you understand?"

Ye Xinghe burst into laughter, only then realizing what Lin Hao meant.

Hua Qingmeng, who was standing to the side, joked, "This 'good thing' will be held by Lin Hao in a while."

The three returned to the car. Lin Hao drove, Hua Qingmeng and Ye Xinghe sat in the back, and "Porcelain Jar" sat in the passenger seat.

"Where are we going now?" Ye Xinghe asked.

"Let's go eat first, then we'll pick someone up from the airport," Hua Qingmeng replied, glancing at Ye Xinghe beside him.

Today, Ye Xinghe wore no makeup, but a pure white fitted short-sleeved T-shirt and light blue floor-length jeans. She also wore a high ponytail, giving her a pure and flawless beauty.

Just as they arrived at the breakfast shop, before the three of them had even taken a few bites, Lin Hao received a call saying that they had landed and would be entering the country in about 30 minutes.

The three of them quickly drove to the airport.

As soon as I arrived at the passenger arrival gate, I saw a thin, dark-skinned, bald man walk out.

He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and black wide-leg pants of the same fabric, with straw sandals on his feet. He was not carrying any luggage, only a large cloth bag slung over his shoulder.

His dark skin was covered with tattoos, except for his face, and even the top of his head.

Hua Qingmeng introduced, "This is Ajarn Narong, from Siam. Your necklace should be related to Siam."

Ye Xinghe followed Hua Qingmeng's example and greeted Master Ajarn with her hands clasped together.

Ajarn Narong returned the greeting, his clear, bright eyes staring sharply at Ye Xinghe, as if he could see right through her.

The four returned to the car.

Ajarn Narong opened the porcelain jar, took out the wooden box, recited a mantra, and then took out the necklace, examining it carefully.

After a short while, he put the necklace back in the box and exchanged a few words with Hua Qingmeng in Siamese.

"The master said we need a soundproof room where there can't be any noise from the surroundings. Also, it needs to be able to start a fire." Hua Qingmeng briefly translated the conversation between the two of them.

"Good soundproofing, a quiet room..." Lin Hao muttered to himself.

"I understand! The recording studio!"

The two people in the back row, Hua and Ye, both had expressions of disdain as if they were looking at an idiot, while only the Ajarn master next to him was smiling at him.

“I do have a place in mind,” Ye Xinghe said thoughtfully, “Jianglan Garden.”