Save the villainous rag, and desperately force love upon him.

Su Qiu's private villa is located on a hillside in the suburbs, with its own spacious back garden.

She was sitting in a wicker chair under the grapevines, with delicate macarons and mousse cakes on a white porcelain plate in front of her.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, bathing her in warmth and a sense of tranquility.

The butler directed the servants to prune the flowers and wipe the ornaments. The large garden was a scene of orderly busy work, but no one dared to disturb the leisure of the person in the main seat.

A snow-white kitten with pale blue eyes lay lazily on the soft cushion beside him; it was Xiao Xitian in human form.

This form was visible only to Su Qiu. It yawned, its tail sweeping the ground idly.

Xiao Xitian: "Host, are we just going to stay here like this? Aren't we going to do anything? Shen Yi is probably looking for you everywhere."

Su Qiu picked up a piece of strawberry mousse, slowly put it in her mouth, and mumbled:

"Otherwise what?"

She glanced at Xiaoxitian, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "There aren't any scenes with the fake heiress here."

In the original storyline, the fake heiress Su Qiu was kicked out of the Su family; she was just a pampered, ignorant fool.

He was single-mindedly focused on taking revenge on Su Qian, but in the end, he was sent to northern Myanmar by Shen Yi, that sycophant, and met a tragic end by being forced to eat kidneys.

Xiao Xitian's cat ears twitched:

"But the plot has already gone astray. Shen Yi was..." It paused, seemingly choosing its words carefully, "...and after all that trouble, he'll definitely treat you like that again."

"It's better if it's off-center." Su Qiu put down her fork, picked up a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and a hint of arrogance flashed in her eyes.

"I never intended to follow the script. The original plot was to kill me, but I'm going to live."

"I'll make Shen Yi a lapdog for Su Qian, only to end up as a 'rag' (a derogatory term for someone who is useless and disrespectful to others). I'm going to drag him out of this mess."

She stretched, leaned back in the wicker chair, and squinted her eyes:

"We're going to go against him. Shen Yi wants to see me, right? Let him come. My villa's doors are wide open; I'm afraid he won't dare to come."

Little Xitian, seeing her fearless demeanor, silently flicked its tail.

Alright, since the host has said so, it will just watch the show.

Anyway, I've died ninety-nine times and still not completely finished, so maybe this time I can really find a different path.

……

Shen Yi, supporting his lower back, slowly made his way out of the lounge. With each step, the soreness in his waist and legs felt like needles pricking him.

The man was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and his usual lazy and aloof demeanor had completely vanished.

All that remained was suppressed anger and unspeakable embarrassment.

The solid wood door in the office that had been kicked in has been repaired. The brand-new door panel fits perfectly, as if the previous violence had never happened.

But as Shen Yi looked at the door, the ferocity in his eyes intensified.

The traces left by Su Qiu cannot be erased simply by changing the door.

He slowly sat down, supporting himself on the desk, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

So what if that woman is ridiculously strong?

So what if he looks like his body is falling apart right now?

When has Shen Yi ever suffered such a loss?

That crazy woman not only dared to disrespect Qianqian, but now she even dares to treat him like this...

Shen Yi was panting, his anger burning ever brighter.

Su Qiu is trampling on his bottom line; she's really tired of living.

She has already found a way to die.

Shen Yi picked up the intercom on the table, his voice hoarse but carrying an undeniable ruthlessness:

"Assistant Lin, have you found Su Qiu's whereabouts?"

"Mr. Shen, we've found it."

……

Shen Yi sat in the back seat, the air pressure around him so low it seemed to freeze the air.

The neon lights outside the car window flashed by, but they couldn't penetrate the warmth in his eyes; only an intense, unyielding gloom remained.

The message that Assistant Lin had just sent was still lit up on my phone screen.

Su Qiu's whereabouts were pinpointed to a villa in the suburbs.

The registered owner of that villa was none other than "Su Qiu".

"Su Qiu..." he murmured the name, his knuckles digging deep red marks into his knee.

He had been to that villa area; each one was very valuable. How could Su Qiu possibly afford it in her current state?

Where did she get her money?

How did they suddenly come up with such a huge sum of money to buy a villa?

something wrong.

Shen Yi's gaze grew even colder.

He then picked up his phone and dialed Lin Wei's number, his voice as cold as ice:

"Send all of Su Qiu's current information, including her bank statements and social network, to my email within ten minutes."

In addition, thoroughly investigate the source of funds for that villa; scrutinize every single bank transfer record.

After hanging up the phone, he gazed at the pitch-black night outside the window, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

No matter who is behind Su Qiu, they have to be able to bear the consequences.

The car drove steadily toward the sparsely lit villa area, Shen Yi's gaze sharp as a knife.

The driver shuddered. Was the boss about to avenge Miss Su again?

……

"Su Qiu!"

Shen Yi's voice was like ice, filled with barely suppressed anger.

As soon as he stepped into the back garden, he saw Su Qiu sitting leisurely in a wicker chair with exquisite desserts in front of her.

Their completely disregard for him only fueled his already burning anger.

He suppressed his physical discomfort and strode toward Su Qiu, each step seeming to vent his extreme anger.

Little Xitian was so frightened that his fur stood on end, and he screamed in Su Qiu's mind:

"Host! He's here! He's brought people! He's here to settle scores with you! You're going to die! Think of something quick!"

Su Qiu didn't even lift an eyelid, completely ignoring Xiao Xitian's fuss.

She slowly put down the silver fork in her hand, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at the aggressive Shen Yi.

His eyes were calm and expressionless, yet they seemed to see right through him, inside and out.

When she looked at him like that, Shen Yi's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he subconsciously paused for a second.

"Take her down!" Shen Yi snapped out of his daze and shouted sharply.

Several bodyguards behind her immediately stepped forward and surrounded Su Qiu in a fan shape.

Their eyes were sharp, and they were poised to strike, waiting for Shen Yi's order.

The servants in the villa were already huddled to one side in fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Who doesn't know that Shen Yi is notoriously ruthless?

He's still a total simp.

This big devil has suddenly come knocking on our door; something terrible must have happened.

Lin Wei followed behind Shen Yi, his gaze falling on Su Qiu, and he secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Even at this point, how could Su Qiu still be so calm and composed?

Is he truly fearless, or does he have some backup plan?

Lin Wei looked at the boss's back and silently prayed.

Sister Su Qiu, take it easy.

The boss is not the office door.

Su Qiu picked up a napkin, elegantly wiped her mouth, then looked up at Shen Yi, her tone slightly mocking:

"Honey, you're here."

Her gaze swept over him without any attempt to conceal it, finally settling on his slightly stiff waist.

"You've recovered so well? You actually managed to come see me?"

"You're asking for it!"

These words struck Shen Yi's sore spot precisely. The dull pain in his waist and legs seemed to be ignited instantly, and his anger erupted like a volcano.

He pointed at Su Qiu, trembling with rage, his eyes almost overflowing with murderous intent.