What did she just spit out?

Si Youlin stared in disbelief, his pupils dilating in astonishment.

She actually told him to leave?

“What, you don’t want to?”

Jiang Ran raised an eyebrow, turning around to find the little guy still standing there. She dried her wet hair, a little impatient: “Or is there something you want to say?”

Si Youlin paused, belatedly realizing his mistake, his face wary: “No matter what tricks you play, I won’t fall for it!”

He turned and ran, seemingly worried he’d get beaten up if he was even a second late.

Jiang Ran was both amused and exasperated. What had he been through before? She shook her

head helplessly. Falling into the water in this early spring weather, she needed to take a cold shower quickly.

Having been reborn, Jiang Ran cherished her life.

In the misty room, Jiang Ran’s graceful figure appeared and disappeared, her slender fingers wiping away the condensation on the glass, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Bright starry eyes, red lips and pearly teeth, her beauty as pure as a lotus in its prime.

Tsk.

Although not as stunningly beautiful as in her previous life, she was still a pretty girl from a modest family. Most importantly—

she pinched her chest, and wow, it was truly voluptuous.

Perhaps it was because she had given birth, but her figure was incredibly curvaceous, far better than Jiang Ran’s previous “poverty-stricken” physique.

Just as she was pondering this, footsteps sounded outside the door.

She frowned, grabbed a bathrobe and pulled it on. As soon as she opened the bathroom door, she saw a furtive figure.

“What’s up?”

The cold words instantly made Song Yuqing tremble, and the pearl necklace in her hand fell to the table with a “clatter.”

“Jiang Ran, you… what are you doing here?”

Song Yuqing’s words were incoherent, her eyes clearly darting away.

“This is my room. Where else would I be if not here?”

Jiang Ran’s eyes flashed with a cold glint. A quick glance around revealed the situation: “So, why are you here?”

“Um, well, I just wanted to come in and see how you were doing…”

Song Yuqing said, quickly regaining her composure and changing the subject: “Why aren’t you dealing with that little brat? I just… I just saw him run out. He must have gone to discuss something with Si Zuochen!”

Deal with him?

Jiang Ran found her address to Si Youlin grating. Raising an eyebrow, she walked straight to the dressing table, picked up the pearl necklace, and a chilling glint in her eyes.

“What, you really want to see me deal with them?”

They say even tigers don’t eat their cubs. The original owner of this body, aside from her impotent rage, wasn’t inherently that bad.

But she had Song Yuqing constantly fanning the flames.

This made the original owner even more tyrannical. While it couldn’t absolve the original owner, this woman, by pushing things along, was no good either.

“What do you mean? Shouldn’t you be?” Song Yuqing was a little surprised to hear this. This Jiang Ran had always been a fool, so why was she suddenly so kind?

Her clear, beautiful eyes flashed coldly, and Jiang Ran turned her head, her delicate face turning sharp: “Whether it’s right or wrong is not for you to decide.”

This is the Si family. The original owner actually tolerated such a person with ulterior motives pointing fingers at her. She was truly stupid.

The sudden rebuke carried the domineering air of the mistress of the house. This sudden change stunned Song Yuqing. She was a little confused: “Jiang Ran, what’s wrong with you?”

“Is it because I took that necklace just now? I just wanted to take a look. You don’t have to be so petty, do you? Besides, have you forgotten that little bastard tried to kill you!”

Ha?

Jiang Ran sneered, loosened her grip, and the necklace was thrown onto the table with a “thud”.

“Looking? Song Yuqing, looking at these things, do you need them put in your bag?”

She suddenly stood up, approaching step by step, her aura overwhelming, her petite figure carrying a sharp, imposing pressure.

“How much of what I have here you’ve taken? Or do you think I’m so stupid I don’t even notice things are missing?”

For so many years, Song Yuqing, relying on her status as Jiang Ran’s best friend, had acted arrogantly and domineeringly in the Si family, taking whatever good things the original owner had without permission, lining her up with a lot of money through coaxing and deception, and even instigating the original owner to sell the old master Si’s shares.

The original owner was a fool, brainwashed and obedient, but Jiang Ran was not.

The aggressive questioning made Song Yuqing panic instantly. She took two steps back, her face full of disbelief: “You… what do you mean? Are you out of your mind?”

Jiang Ran sneered: “Yes, if I hadn’t been out of my mind before, I wouldn’t have believed you—”

believed you to the point of being obedient to this woman, even harming her own son.

Si Youlin was born with the destiny of a dragon. Given this, a simple calculation of their birth charts would reveal that their twins were imbued with the aura of a tiger.

These twins were truly the pride of heaven, destined for greatness.

The original owner of this body not only failed to cherish them but also treated them with cruelty. So ungrateful, she’d probably die without even knowing how.

And yet, this instigator still dared to spout such arrogant words.

“Jiang Ran, what do you mean? You were the one who begged me to come to the Si family. If it weren’t for me, you would have been schemed against countless times—”

“If you schemed against me, then indeed countless times.”

Jiang Ran interrupted her rudely, her beautiful face turning cold and sharp: “Song Yuqing, you’ve cheated me out of quite a lot over the years; it’s time to spit it out.”

What?

Song Yuqing was dumbfounded. How had Jiang Ran suddenly become so sharp?

“Those things were clearly given to me willingly…”

“Are you sure it was willingly?”

Jiang Ran sneered, fiddling with the few remaining luxury jewelry pieces in front of her, and said meaningfully, “When you took these things, it seems you didn’t ask me beforehand, or rather, you stole them?”

That one word instantly struck Song Yuqing’s sore spot, and she immediately jumped up as if her fur had exploded, screaming, “Jiang Ran, you’re slandering me—”

“The Si family’s security system has always been quite good. Since you think I’m defaming you, why don’t we take a look at the surveillance footage together?”

Jiang Ran’s sharp eyes swept over the woman. Ill-fitting clothes and a bag worth hundreds of thousands—could someone who never went to work afford that?

Although Jiang Ran was devoted to cultivation in her previous life, it didn’t mean she was an idiot.

The original owner’s memories were filled with shopping sprees and a dissolute lifestyle; recognizing these things was a piece of cake.

“Now, I’m giving you two choices: obediently spit out the things and get as far away as possible, otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

One sentence left Song Yuqing stunned, her expression shifting rapidly before she finally snapped in anger: “Fine, Jiang Ran, you’ve really got some nerve! You’ll regret this crazy behavior today!” (