The first thing Shen Shiyu did after returning to Yancheng was to sneak into Wen Jinrui's apartment and sell the painting worth five million yuan.
"Keep it down! Don't let anyone see," she warned the peddler warily as she stood guard at the door, constantly checking the time.
"Okay, okay. Phew, this fake painting is really heavy!" the man grunted as he walked over, holding out his hand. "Miss Shen, the service fee."
Shen Shiyu scowled and tossed a hundred-yuan bill at him from her bag.
"This thing is so heavy! A hundred yuan is not enough!"
"How much more do you want? Don't be too greedy!"
The man crossed his arms and smacked his lips. "A hundred yuan is for taking the elevator up to the room. You asked me to climb up the stairs to avoid being seen. For such a strenuous job, you should add two more zeros to the price."
Shen Shiyu's eyes widened in disbelief. "Ten thousand yuan? Are you crazy?"
"Fine, if you don't pay, I'll just take it back," the man said, pretending to turn around.
She quickly stopped him. "Fine, ten thousand yuan. Don't waste my time!"
She quickly took out her phone and transferred the money.
The man happily accepted the payment and even kissed the hundred-yuan bill in his hand. "This will be my tip. Welcome to find me again, Miss Shen. There are quite a few valuable things in this apartment."
Whistling cheerfully, he took the elevator and left.
"Damn bastard! Bargaining with me. If I ever find you again, I'm a pig!" Shen Shiyu cursed, hands on her hips.
After venting her anger, she quickly went to the place where the painting was originally placed to check. After making sure the angle was exactly the same as before, she locked the door and left.
Shen Ximan saw every move clearly.
She watched the surveillance footage on her phone expressionlessly. She knew the Shen family all too well. They always liked to do sneaky things.
These small pieces of evidence could be dealt with later.
Bo Siming had only suffered physical pain so far. The mental torture hadn't reached his bones yet. Shen Ximan wanted him to lose everything and live a life worse than death.
She hadn't killed him on the luxury yacht that day because it wasn't his time to die.
That night, she had made up her mind to die with Bo Siming.
But things didn't go as planned, and her plan failed.
Bo Jingyu had told her to let go of her hatred and the plan that was torturing her, but how could he understand her pain?
It was so easy for him to talk.
Knock, knock. The door of the ward was knocked. Shen Ximan quickly put away her phone.
"Come in."
Xue Xiaoqi endured the pain in her fingertips and slowly turned the doorknob.
When she saw the woman in the bed looking as pale as a sheet of paper, her tears flowed uncontrollably.
"Sister..."
"Xiaoqi? How are you?" Shen Ximan's eyes widened, and she tried to get out of bed.
"Stay in bed! Your injuries are more serious than mine. You must rest well," Xue Xiaoqi quickly stopped her.
She noticed Xue Xiaoqi's injured hands and felt a pang of guilt. "What happened to your hands? How... how could this happen?"
As the famous and mysterious designer Kerima in the country, Xue Xiaoqi's hands were her life and her means of making a living. Now that her hands were so seriously injured, Shen Ximan felt extremely sad.
"Sister, don't worry. It's just that my fingernails were peeled off. New ones will grow back soon. Qianli told me that the medicine I'm using and the doctor treating me were all found by the second young master. They are the best. There won't be any sequelae after the recovery," Xue Xiaoqi said.
"Xiaoqi, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for being impulsive," Shen Ximan said, holding back her self - blame and looking into Xue Xiaoqi's eyes. "I know what I'm saying now sounds heartless, but if I could go back in time, I would still make the same choice."
"I want Bo Siming to be punished. I want him to live a life worse than death!"
Xue Xiaoqi looked at her with pity. "Sister Ximan, can't you really let go of your hatred? He's already paralyzed. I heard that even if he recovers, he won't be the same as before. Isn't that enough?"
Shen Ximan's emotions gradually calmed down, and her eyes were as cold as a snake's.
"No, it's not enough. I want to ruin him completely."
"How are you going to do it?"
Xue Xiaoqi suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Even the warmth remaining on her hands seemed to disappear completely in the face of this woman.
"Shen Shiyu just went to my apartment and secretly sold the painting on the wall. Her purpose must be to save enough money to escape abroad.
And now that Bo Siming is immobile, he will definitely instruct her to frame Grandpa. After all, the day to go abroad is just around the corner."
Shen Ximan suddenly smiled, as if she had full confidence.
"I already seduced Bo Siming on the luxury yacht. Now all he can think about is me and how to possess me. I can just take advantage of this and make him unable to resist me."
"No! This is too risky!"
Xue Xiaoqi nervously stopped her, not even daring to imagine the consequences.
"The second young master is currently investigating the case of Zhong Ruiqiang falling into the water accidentally. As long as the evidence of his collusion with the eldest young master is found, they can be convicted! Sister, you don't need to get involved in this trap yourself. How can you save yourself if something goes wrong?"
"Substantial conviction can't relieve my hatred," Shen Ximan shook her head. "I've made up my mind. Don't try to persuade me anymore."
"But..."
"Xiaoqi, you've always been obedient to me. You'll be obedient this time too, right?" She smiled gently, her eyes full of trust.
How could Xue Xiaoqi stop a woman who was determined to avenge herself?
It seemed that this accident hadn't shaken Shen Ximan's heart at all. Instead, it was like a fuse that had stimulated her even more.
She became more and more determined.
"I can promise not to stop you, but you must also promise me that you won't take your own safety lightly!"
"I promise you. I'll always put my own safety first."
Xue Xiaoqi changed the topic and chatted with Shen Ximan for a few minutes before leaving.
When she walked out of the ward, she saw Bo Jingyu leaning against the opposite wall.
She didn't know if he had just arrived or if he had been there all along.
"Second young master..."
She still couldn't bring herself to like this man with such a good - looking appearance. All he had brought to Shen Ximan was pain and danger.
But Xue Xiaoqi had to admit that he really loved her.
Maybe love was like this, full of contradictions and torture.
And then they would tolerate and understand each other and stay together.
"Sister is resting. Come and visit her later," Xue Xiaoqi said.
Bo Jingyu looked up at her. "What did Man'er tell you?"
The intimate way he addressed Shen Ximan made Xue Xiaoqi's pity disappear instantly. She looked at him coldly.
"Mr. Bo, you have a fiancée. Please watch your words in a public place like the hospital. Don't cause unnecessary trouble."
After saying that, she quickly walked away.
Bo Jingyu's face darkened, and his emotions were in turmoil.