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

The next morning, Ye Xinghe checked her WeChat Moments and found that Jiang Yan had posted a nine-grid photo with the caption: "Professional stylists are in store all day today. Welcome to visit and shop."

Ye Xinghe's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a cold smile appeared on her face. A plan suddenly came to mind.

She turned on her computer, connected to the VPN, and registered as a member of "Phantom Messenger".

"Phantom Messenger" is a website that allows anonymous email sending. Premium members can freely modify fake email domains and hide the sender's IP address, making it impossible for the recipient to trace the sender. Recipients will receive a notification after reading the email. Features include self-destructing messages, the inability to reply, and automatic deletion of emails.

After registering, Ye Xinghe found a crowdfunding platform for serious illness relief. This platform linked user accounts, usernames, and patients' bank card numbers and real names. Donors could donate through the platform or directly transfer funds to the platform's account; the donor's name and donation amount would be displayed at the bottom of the recipient's page.

Ye Xinghe selected a patient with a serious condition who needed a large sum of money for treatment and noted down the patient's account number.

Then, she extracted the most 'exciting' part of the video of the two of them at the door of the room and added it to the attachment. The email subject was: Dear Teacher Li Feng.

The message reads: "Transfer 200,000 yuan to this account before 3 PM today. Otherwise, this video will appear on your wife Song Yun's phone. Friendly reminder: Do not call the police! I know you just received 150,000 yuan in project research funding. Don't worry, this is a one-time thing." Signed: Jiang "Yang" the Thief.

To ensure Li Feng wouldn't miss the email, Ye Xinghe specifically chose the option to send it every five minutes.

When the email was sent for the third time, Ye Xinghe received a system notification: The anonymous email you sent has been read by the recipient.

At that moment, Li Feng was in the school office archiving the design data for this year's undergraduate students' graduation theses when he saw this mysterious email and broke out in a cold sweat.

The sender's email address is very strange. @jiefujipin.

His first thought was Jiang Yan. Because besides the two of them, no third person would know about this. Moreover, the other party could clearly state his wife's name.

Li Feng was instantly enraged. The two of them had clearly agreed that they would delete the video once they helped Jiang Yan successfully obtain her graduation certificate. He never expected that she still had surveillance footage outside the room, and such explicit footage at that.

He picked up the phone and dialed Jiang Yan's number, but there was no answer. So he sent her a WeChat message. An hour passed, but there was still no reply.

Li Feng was restless. He checked Jiang Yan's WeChat Moments and found that she had been at the store all day. Li Feng decided to go over and talk to her in person to clear things up. He had to resolve this once and for all.

After finishing his work, Li Feng left the school and headed to Wanmao City.

Jiang Yan's mother runs a multi-brand store in Wanmao City, which not only carries her own independent designer brand, but also sells fashion, accessories, bags and shoes from international big brands, similar to a boutique.

In her previous life, Ye Xinghe only learned later that independent design brands all copied the ideas of niche foreign designers, and that most of the products in boutiques were counterfeit.

In this trending topic, the complete limited-edition outfit worn by "Ye Xinghe" in the video was also designed by Jiang Yan.

As soon as Li Feng arrived at the store, he saw Jiang Yan busy inside, helping several customers choose clothes.

He walked straight into the store and said sternly, "Jiang Yan, come out with me for a moment."

Jiang Yan handed the customer over to the other staff members and led Li Feng to the office inside, saying warmly, "What's up, Director Li? Did you come here to help your wife choose clothes?"

"Don't play dumb with me!" Li Feng's attitude was extremely impolite. "I'm asking you, what did you mean by sending that email!"

"What email?" Jiang Yan glanced at Li Feng dismissively. "Just say what you want to say, don't delay my money-making."

"Money! All you care about is money!" Seeing that Jiang Yan was still pretending to be stupid, Li Feng suddenly rushed forward, grabbing her neck with both hands. Because he used a lot of force, his expression was extremely ferocious, and the muscles on his face were trembling. "Hand over all the videos right now! If you push me too far, none of us will live!"

Jiang Yan's face turned red from being pinched, the veins on her forehead bulged, her eyes were bloodshot, and she struggled to hit Li Feng's hand with both hands until her nails dug into the back of his hand, which finally made him stop.

The moment she was released, Jiang Yan used all her strength to push Li Feng away forcefully. She leaned against the corner of the wall, panting heavily, and coughing hoarsely.

With this push, Li Feng lost his balance and his head hit the glass coffee table, causing him to bleed profusely. The coffee table shattered and littered the floor.

Jiang Yan's palpitations gradually subsided, and her body returned to calm. She took a pair of scissors from her desk, held them with both hands, pointed the tips at Li Feng, and approached him step by step.

Li Feng also got up from the ground, blood streaming down his face. He wiped his forehead with his hand, his hand covered in blood, and exclaimed in panic, "What are you standing there for! Call an ambulance right now!"

"No way!" Jiang Yan quickly refused. "The outside is full of VIP customers. If you get injured and leave here, how am I supposed to do business with you in the future!"

"It's just a minor cut, you can treat it yourself. I'm going to the pharmacy now, you wait here! Don't go anywhere!" Jiang Yan found a silk scarf and put it around her neck to cover the red marks from being pinched, tidied herself up, and walked out of the office.

When Jiang Yan returned, Li Feng was pressing a tissue against his wound. The anger on his face had dissipated, and the ferocity had faded, gradually replaced by an expression of unease.

Jiang Yan used tweezers to remove the shards of glass from Li Feng's forehead and asked with a serious expression, "Director Li, what exactly happened?"

Li Feng's face was tense, his dark complexion growing even more somber. Only his eyes blinked occasionally. He realized that Jiang Yan hadn't done this.

He slowly took out his phone, opened the email, and placed it in front of Jiang Yan.

After reading it, Jiang Yan was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Her mind went blank, and she even dropped the tweezers in her hand. "Who sent this?"

"You're asking me? I'd like to ask you the same thing!" The sudden appearance of a third person filled Li Feng with panic. "What do we do now?"

"Call the police!" Jiang Yan blurted out. "Let the police check who owns this card number."

Li Feng quickly waved his hand in objection, "Absolutely not! The email specifically emphasized that we can't call the police. If my wife finds out, I'm finished!"

Jiang Yan countered, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

A fake smile suddenly appeared on Li Feng's dark face, revealing a sinister and cunning nature hidden behind it.