【Disgust Points +10】
Shen Nanchu pouted.
She had practically stolen his home, yet only got ten disgust points—Lei Zhenhua was truly pathetic!
The red armband-wearing men hastily carried Lei Zhenhua away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"I should head out too. There’s still work at the bureau. Elder Bai is in your hands now."
Director Guo tossed out these words before making a quick exit.
With the instigator gone, Sun Younian also took his leave.
"I’ll take my men and go too."
"Thank you, Commissar Sun."
Pei Zhengnian’s words of gratitude made Sun Younian feel a twinge of guilt—he hadn’t actually been of much help.
Patting Pei Zhengnian’s shoulder, Sun Younian spoke meaningfully.
"Don’t worry. Everything will work out."
Groups of people gradually filed out of the Pei Family residence, restoring it to its former tranquility.
Done!
Mission accomplished, leaving no trace behind.
Shen Nanchu was ready to go.
"Well, since everything’s settled, this fickle woman will take her leave too."
"After all, I’m not part of the Pei Family anyway."
Pei Zhengnian: "…"
This woman really knew how to hold a grudge!
Back at the Pei household, silence fell after Shen Nanchu’s departure.
Pei Yunxi belatedly realized something. "Second Brother… did those red armband guys leave because of Shen Nanchu?"
"Mn." Pei Zhengnian nodded.
"What? Seriously?" Pei Yunzhou’s face twisted in disbelief. "Oh no, oh no—Third Sister, you were the one who cursed at her the hardest just now!"
"Shut up!" Pei Yunxi’s face flushed red. "Weren’t you the one demanding she return the money?"
Grandma Pei turned to Pei Zhengnian. "What exactly happened?"
Pei Zhengnian gave a concise recap of the events.
Upon learning that Shen Nanchu had traded priceless antiques for the Pei Family’s temporary safety, the entire household fell into a heavy silence.
After a long pause, Grandpa Pei’s cane struck the ground with a resounding thud.
"Remember this debt of gratitude well."
"The Pei Family does not raise ungrateful wretches."
"Yes."
Pei Yunxi and Pei Yunzhou hung their heads in shame.
Even Pei Zhengnian’s usually cold and stern face flickered with rare discomfort.
……
Shen Nanchu walked and walked.
"System, is anyone coming after me?"
"Host, no."
She trudged slowly out of the compound gates.
"System, surely someone’s coming now?"
"Host, no."
(҂⌣̀_⌣́)
Shen Nanchu slowed her pace even further.
"This time, there must be someone, right?"
"…N-no."
Screech—
She abruptly stopped in her tracks.
༽◺_◿༼
Damn male lead!
With an angry kick, she sent a small rock flying straight into the exhaust pipe of a black sedan parked nearby.
Inside the black sedan:
Lei Zhenhua sat in the back seat, his face dark with fury.
He had regained consciousness shortly after being carried out of the Pei Family compound but had remained silent, stewing in his rage.
The driver and his lackey in the front didn’t dare so much as breathe loudly.
Click.
A faint sound came from outside the car.
The lackey glanced at the driver, who sat rigidly, eyes fixed ahead.
Not daring to speak, the lackey stayed quiet.
"Dammit!"
Lei Zhenhua couldn’t suppress his anger any longer, slamming his fists into the seat beneath him.
But the more he vented, the angrier he became.
Then his gaze landed on Shen Nanchu in the distance.
Rage exploded in his chest, shooting straight to his skull.
"Run that woman over!" he snarled at the driver through gritted teeth.
Trembling, the driver hurriedly started the car.
"Faster! Move it!"
Lei Zhenhua’s eyes gleamed with madness as he pictured Shen Nanchu lying in a pool of blood.
The thought sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.
But the next second—
The car shuddered violently, filling with the stench of burning.
Too lost in his fantasy, Lei Zhenhua didn’t notice.
"If you don’t hit her right now, I’ll shoot you dead!"
The driver, terrified, stomped on the accelerator—but the car refused to budge.
"Useless!"
Lei Zhenhua flung the door open, intending to take the wheel himself.
But before he could—
BOOM!
The exhaust pipe erupted with a deafening blast, sending the car lurching sideways.
A wave of scorching exhaust fumes blasted straight into Lei Zhenhua’s face.
He was thrown onto his back, his skin blackened by the soot, his hair standing on end like a porcupine’s spines.
"Aaaah—!"
Hmm?
Shen Nanchu, who had just rounded the street corner, pricked up her ears.
That scream sounded downright agonizing—like something out of a medieval torture chamber.
Tsk tsk.
Whatever happened to them, they must’ve had it rough.
How pitiful!
Shaking her head, she continued toward the guesthouse.
Having been unceremoniously kicked out, she’d have to rough it there for a couple of days.
Director Guo was already looking into the Pei Family’s relocation details.
Once she had the exact location, Shen Nanchu would set the next phase of her plan into motion.
……
Director Guo worked fast. By the next day, he’d not only secured the information but also a sleeper ticket for that very night—complete with a chauffeur service.
Now this was efficiency.
Shen Nanchu adored working with people like this—minimal effort, maximum results.
Maybe she’d let a few more "good finds" slip through her fingers for Director Guo in the future.
Just a little.
On the train, she found her assigned sleeper berth—a lower bunk, spacious and comfortable.
Her compartment housed two male and two female passengers who looked like educated youths, plus a thin, elderly man.
Shen Nanchu paid them little mind.
She unzipped her suitcase (packed by Pei Zhengnian, surprisingly thorough) and laid out fresh bedding.
The two male youths had been staring at her since she boarded, unable to tear their eyes away.
The two female youths, meanwhile, burned with envy.
How could someone be this beautiful? And her skin—so flawless! And that leather suitcase, those clothes (new arrivals at the department store, no doubt), those shoes…
【Disgust Points +1】
【Disgust Points +1】
Shen Nanchu ignored their laser-like gazes.
What could she do? God took seven days to create the world—but spent an extra day on her, debating whether men were even worthy.
She’d tried to be low-key.
But excellence like hers was like a disco ball in the dark—impossible to hide.
