The eldest brother: "Yuyan, who told you to slander our sister?"
The second brother: "You filthy thing, sleeping around with men and then blaming Xiaxia?"
The third brother: "Like being with men, do you? Then let's see how you like this."
The fourth brother: "Have your fun with her, boys."
The fifth brother: "I've crippled her legs to make it more interesting."
...
On the plane, Yu Yan suddenly woke up gasping for air.
The events from four years ago remained seared into her memory like a permanent scar.
Her brothers! Her parents! And that adopted daughter of the Lu family!
After her grandmother passed away, the Lu family had found her, claiming she was their daughter who had been switched at birth. They came to take her home. She had dreamed of a loving family with caring parents.
Instead, her five brothers only showed affection to the fake daughter while treating her with contempt. Her parents accused her of being jealous of her sister.
She tried so hard to please them, but Lu Xiameng, the impostor, set her up to be assaulted by a stranger. When Yu Yan learned the truth and confronted them, the Lu family...
Her eyes turned ice-cold at the memory of their cruelty. She closed her eyes again.
Thirty minutes later at Beijing Airport.
Yu Yan walked out from the arrival gate wearing casual clothes, a baseball cap, and large black sunglasses that covered most of her face, pulling her suitcase behind her.
Though her features were hidden, her natural elegance still turned heads.
The July heat was unbearable, with cicadas chirping incessantly. As Yu Yan walked through the scorching sun to her residence, she passed by some shrubs when a strong smell of blood hit her nose. She instantly grew alert and stepped back. In the next moment, someone lunged at her.
"Help me."
It was a man covered in blood, severely injured.
Seeing the blood stains on her white pants, Yu Yan's expression darkened. She frowned and said coldly, "Get away from me."
"I... I can give you money," the man spoke in a deep, hoarse voice, struggling with each word.
"Not interested," Yuyan rejected again, about to walk past him. But as she passed by, her eyes caught sight of the sandalwood bracelet on his wrist.
She froze mid-step, her eyes narrowing sharply.
How did this man end up with Grandma's only keepsake?!
Wait... could it be...?
The thought hit Yuyan suddenly, making her pupils constrict as she looked back at the man.
Was he the one? The man from that night?
Collecting herself, Yuyan crouched down and spoke coolly, "Money doesn't interest me, but that bracelet of yours does. Will you trade?"
Hearing this, the man's hand with the bracelet tensed up immediately. He remained silent.
"Whatever then."
She could always come back for it after he was dead anyway.
Yuyan was about to leave after giving him a light kick.
The man winced in pain, clenching his jaw before saying, "Take it."
A satisfied smile crossed Yuyan's face. "Deal."
She helped him up and leaned him against a tree in the landscaped area before starting to clean his wounds.
About fifteen minutes later, with the wounds cleaned, Yuyan finally got a good look at his face. Despite his current pale and weakened state, she could tell he carried himself with an authority that only came from being at the top.
Studying his face, doubt crept into her mind. Hadn't Lu Xiameng said the man that night was some beggar she'd picked up off the street?
Just then, she heard footsteps approaching. Her eyes flashed as she quickly grabbed the bracelet from him. Looking at the unconscious man, she smirked, "Fair trade."
She hurried away with her suitcase. Right after she left, about a dozen men in black suits arrived at the spot. Seeing the unconscious man on the ground, they exclaimed in shock, "Master Nine!"
