Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

Although she couldn't estimate the astronomical price of this entire outfit, Shang Xi guessed something else: this man was a germaphobe!

It was probably because of his so-called germaphobia that he stayed in the bathroom for so long.

Si Tingye paused for a moment, his cold gaze falling on the woman once more, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

The oppressive atmosphere made Shang Xi feel a little suffocated. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the man make another move.

He hooked the paper bag on the sofa with his long, slender fingers, and threw it onto the bed without any politeness, leaving behind a four-word sentence in a commanding tone, "Half an hour."

After saying that, the man left the room.

Upon hearing the door close, Shang Xi felt her body go limp and collapsed onto the bed.

It's only been seven hours since last night, but it feels like she's lived a whole lifetime.

Even now, Shang Xi felt her heart was still in her throat, her hands trembling involuntarily as she gripped the sheets tightly, her palms a mixture of fear and excitement.

It seems that the man agreed to let her stay?

A few minutes later, Shang Xi struggled to get up and went to the bathroom, her body aching terribly.

Standing in front of the round mirror with its gilded carved edges, she reached out and wiped away the remaining moisture.

Looking at her body covered in hickeys and pinch marks, Shang Xi couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

The laughter was neither loud nor soft, yet it carried a hint of cold, tragic irony.

Who would believe that she is a 'vengeful ghost' who has been reborn?

Right after she died from Gu Daier's bullet, she opened her eyes again and found herself back in time to a year ago.

Great, this is just the beginning.

She will collect all the debts owed to her, bit by bit.

Shang Xi gently stroked her cheek, her smile widening, a hint of bloodlust flickering in her eyes.

Ah.

Even so, she had to rely on the beauty she once despised.

……

In the living room, Yin Xiu stood expressionlessly on the sofa, waiting silently for instructions after seeing his master come out of the room.

Si Tingye stopped a step in front of him, holding something that looked like an ID card and handed it over. "Five minutes to find out her identity."

After taking it, Yin Xiu examined it closely and couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

This is actually a student ID from the UK's most prestigious music academy.

The woman in the photo should be the one inside.

It must be said that to work under Si Tingye, one must be extremely efficient.

Two minutes after Yin Xiu made a phone call, a dozen or so pages of documents were transmitted via fax machine in the suite.

The contents recorded above are all related to Shang Xi.

Everything that happened to her from childhood to adulthood was investigated, including her ancestors and their affairs.

The dense text made Si Tingye lose interest in reading it.

However, the page on family relationships made his gaze linger for a moment.

Tsk, it really is... a mess.

Her biological father passed away ten years ago. Afterward, her stepmother, along with her daughter from her previous marriage, married her current husband, forming a new family.

Before his death, Shang's father left her an inheritance and arranged a marriage with the heir to the Mo family of the Imperial City, requiring them to get engaged after she graduated from university.

"..." Si Tingye narrowed his eyes.

Thinking of what the woman had just said, a smile, or rather, a slight curve, appeared on his lips.