Yang Suiyi found the address of her ex-boyfriend sent by the private investigator in the text message, told the driver to drive straight to the destination. About an hour later, Yang Suiyi looked at the tightly closed door in front of her and couldn't help but feel a little deflated. Not long ago, the owner of this house had been called out repeatedly, but when he saw the buck-toothed girl grinning at him at the door, he was so frightened that he quickly slammed the door shut. He could hear the clicking sound, and even a fool could tell that the guy had locked the door from the inside.

Yang Suiyi threw her suitcase at the door, slung a canvas bag over her shoulder, and walked around the house. When she looked up, she saw that the second-floor window was open. Suiyi rummaged in her bag and pulled out the "flying claw," an essential item for home and travel.

The system was utterly exasperated as it watched Sui Yi pull the "Flying Claw" from her bag. Had the host secretly done something extraordinary behind its back? Otherwise, how could such an inappropriate item appear? It was going crazy. Unfortunately, Sui Yi had turned off the communication channel with the system, so no matter how much the system freaked out, it had no way of knowing!

Sui Yi threw the iron claw towards the window, which firmly hooked onto the windowsill. Using the rope, she climbed through the window. Clapping her hands, she packed up the props and swaggered towards the large bed, unceremoniously sitting down. Looking around the room, she saw a grand decor, with understatedly luxurious fabrics and furnishings everywhere. The room featured rich yet vibrant colors, a bold and spacious layout, and naturally graceful lines, offering a luxurious, comfortable, and supremely prestigious experience. Looking at everything before her, Sui Yi couldn't help but think that if the original owner had stayed true to herself, not been seduced by the glitz and glamour of the entertainment industry, and hadn't broken up with her boyfriend, things would have been very different. What a pity, what a pity.

As Sui Yi was sighing, she heard a click as the room door opened. The person who entered was a man around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He was dressed casually, his movements relaxed, exuding an air of nonchalance yet refined elegance. Closing the door and turning around, the man looked at the person sitting on his bed, showing no surprise whatsoever.

The man frowned and asked, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

Yang Suiyi looked at the handsome man in front of her, ignoring his displeasure, and smiled, saying, "Long time no see, ex-boyfriend!"

Man: "The famous star Chu?"

Yang Suiyi: "It is indeed me, but I'm not some big star, I'm your... ex-girlfriend!"

"Heh, what's wrong? Dumped by your sugar daddy?"

Yang Suiyi: "Asking a question one already knows the answer to."

Man: "No wonder the big star Chu would remember a nobody like me. Judging from your outfit, you've fallen on hard times?"

Yang Suiyi: "Yes! I wonder if my ex-boyfriend took me in for a while out of consideration for our past relationship."

The man said nothing more, opened the door, and gestured for the room to open, implying that even a fool could see through his act.

Yang Suiyi ignored the man's actions and remained calmly seated. "This room is mine tonight. You can find somewhere else."

Man: "As expected of someone in the entertainment industry, Chu Tangxi, it's only been a year since we last met, and you've already got a thick skin."

Yang Suiyi: "Thank you for the compliment!"

The man stammered, “You…” Looking at the shameless woman, anger surged within him. He stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and without a second thought, dragged her to the door, shoved her out, and with a loud bang, forcefully shut her out.

Yang Suiyi was turned away again, inwardly cursing. But who was Yang Suiyi? A master of creating plot holes; if she weren't shameless, she would have been ridiculed to death by her readers. Turning around, she went downstairs, humming a tune, and shamelessly made her way to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and searched for something to eat. However, due to her habit of never keeping cooked food until the next day, the only things left in the fridge that could be eaten raw were a few carrots and apples. There was no other way but to make do. She took out what was edible from the fridge, washed it, put it on a plate, and went into the living room, sitting on the sofa to start eating dinner. She also found the remote and turned on the TV.

The house was well soundproofed, and the man didn't hear the television in the living room. He lay in bed, unable to sleep. Seeing someone today had left him with a complex mix of emotions. Her plight didn't bring him any joy, nor did it evoke any pity. His patience, once gone, was gone after being dumped by a woman; now, all that remained was a desire for revenge. Wasn't she vain? Once you destroy what you want, how will you fall? Ha! Women!