She toyed with her temple hair, a gleam of triumph in the depths of Bai Xiangxiang’s eyes. As long as she fully became Pei Qinghan’s woman, once he had a taste, how could he bear to leave her? Though mother’s words made some sense, that men taken too easily aren’t treasured, she had forgotten one thing, strike when the time is right. And now, the time had come when she couldn’t afford not to strike. Usually sticky like glue, even Fu Bai wasn’t here today; truly, heaven was helping her, Bai Xiangxiang thought triumphantly in her heart. She leaned against the door to listen, hearing nothing, and knowing time was not on her side, Bai Xiangxiang quietly cracked the door open. Pei Qinghan sat on the chair, his brows deeply furrowed; things didn’t look too good. She boldly pushed the door open and entered. Pei Qinghan’s gaze was sharp as a knife, "Didn’t I tell you to scram?" His voice was deep and husky, infuriatingly sensual and alluring. Bai Xiangxiang laughed softly, "Qinghan, how could I bear to leave you? Are you feeling very uncomfortable? Don’t worry, I’ll help you..." Heat surged up from his lower abdomen in waves; Pei Qinghan clenched his hands into fists. Even if slow to react, he now understood, glaring coldly at the girl approaching him, slowly stripping off her clothes, his tone grim and bloodthirsty, "You’re seeking death..." The car stopped at the entrance of the Pei family mansion, Yun Ya got out, looking at the luxurious villa in front of her. A place identical to one from a past life, she could navigate to it even with her eyes closed. She had lived here for three years, after all. Every blade of grass and tree was familiar. Yun Ya smiled, if she couldn’t avoid it, then she would meet it head on. She walked up and pressed the doorbell. Sister Ah Ling, carrying something for the upstairs, heard the doorbell and hurried out, Bai Xiangxiang had told her she could wait a bit longer. As the iron gate opened, a beautiful and elegant young girl stood outside, her gaze gentle, her smile warm, standing in the sunset, dazzlingly beautiful. Sister Ah Ling wondered if she was hallucinating; how could there be such a beautiful girl in the world? More importantly, that bearing was different from Bai Xiangxiang’s delicate and petulant demeanor – it was innate, elegantly natural. "Who might you be...?" The girl smiled slightly, looking very cultured, "Hello, my surname is Ji, I’m here to see Mr. Pei." The woman before her, in her thirties, appeared very capable and shrewd. Sister Ah Ling, the woman who had taken care of her wholeheartedly during those three years. She was here to see Mr. Pei? Could Mr. Pei know this girl? She seems to be much more reliable than Bai Xiangxiang. "Miss, please wait..." With those words, she was about to turn around and leave. Not just anyone could come in casually; if it wasn’t for Bai Xiangxiang having that tiny life-saving connection with Pei Qinghan, this woman would have already been turned away, and from today on, she would be turned away in the future as well. Just then, a black sedan stopped at the gate, and as the car door opened, Yuesheng stepped out. Seeing Ji Yunya, his eyes lit up, "Miss Ji, are you here to see Brother Han?" Yun Ya nodded slightly. Sister Ah Ling, turning her head mid-stride, really knew her? "Yuesheng, you guys...." "Miss Ji is a friend of Brother Han, do we still need to announce anything? Come on, follow me inside." Yuesheng said as he strode into the villa. Sister Ah Ling hesitated, rarely seeing Yuesheng so amiable with women – it seemed Miss Ji was no ordinary person. As Yun Ya walked, her gaze swept over the surrounding scenery, with a faint nostalgia and a warmth that was very moving. Sister Ah Ling quietly withdrew her gaze. When Bai Xiangxiang first came here, her eyes were filled with desire and ambition; from that moment, she saw through the woman’s nature and took no liking to her. But this girl, what did that look in her eyes mean? Self-proclaimed as accurate in judging people, Sister Ah Ling was puzzled for the first time. Entering the living room, even the layout was exactly the same as in her previous life. The room at the left at the top of the stairs on the second floor was Pei Qinghan’s study; her room was on the right, in the innermost part, the best room in the entire villa for sunlight. "I’ll take you upstairs..." Yuesheng barely spoke when a loud crash came from the study upstairs, as if something had fallen to the ground. Startled, Yuesheng rushed upstairs, Yun Ya following swiftly behind. Sister Ah Ling, thinking of Bai Xiangxiang, inwardly cursed; it couldn’t be that woman again, could it? Yuesheng pushed against the room door, only to find it locked. He put his ear to the door, "Brother Han, what’s wrong with you?" Google seaʀᴄh NoveI-Fire.ɴet "Crash" – this time, it sounded like a desk being overturned, the ground trembling slightly.