In Liu Jinxiang's mind, Shi Lan was the epitome of a well-bred lady. Such a rude and barbaric act as splashing coffee on someone would never happen to Shi Lan. He had no intention of being wary of Shi Lan at all, and therefore did not waste the cup of coffee. Every drop of coffee kissed his face warmly before slowly flowing down.

The coffee was only three to five minutes after it was brewed, so you can imagine how scalding it was.

Liu Jinxiang jumped up from his seat, howling like a banshee. At this point, he no longer cared about cursing Shi Lan; he just instinctively covered his face and cried out in pain.

Shi Lan looked at his cowardly appearance with disdain, smiled coldly, flicked her skirt, and drifted away.

Back in her apartment, Shi Lan felt a tightness in her chest, making it difficult for her to eat or sleep, let alone concentrate on her studies.

Shi Lan struggled for a long time before finally giving up. She got out of bed, took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, gulped down half of it, and tried to breathe deeply, but the scene from the afternoon still stubbornly resurfaced.

Shi Lan gritted her teeth, thinking that she hadn't offended anyone, so why should she suffer this humiliation for no reason? Thinking of her son, she put the milk in the refrigerator, slammed the door shut, turned around and went back to her room. She changed into some light and comfortable clothes, dressed herself up again, looked in the mirror, and felt that there were no flaws. Then she opened the window, flipped over and jumped out.

As night fell, the crescent moon emitted a faint glow. A dark dot moved nimbly and quickly between the floors of the tall apartment building, and soon landed on the ground.

It was nearly midnight. Except for the main street, the lights in the community were dim due to energy conservation. Shi Lan deliberately chose green areas such as lawns and flower beds, and made her way to the apartment building where Liu Jinxiang lived.

Liu Jinxiang lived in a luxury apartment building with security cameras everywhere in the complex. When the original owner lived there, she had a general idea of ​​where the cameras were located. Shi Lan was very perceptive and had exceptional eyesight. In the darkness, the occasional flashes of light from the cameras were as clear to her as white sesame seeds on a jujube cake.

Deliberately avoiding the surrounding gazes, Shi Lan arrived at the back of the building.

To enjoy the superior feeling of being on top of the world, Liu Jinxiang specifically chose a high floor, and because of that ridiculous superstitious belief, he chose the eighteenth floor.

Shi Lan rotated her wrists and stretched her body until all her joints were loosened up, then she looked up.

Most of the residents in the building were already asleep, with only a few still having their lights on, albeit soft nightlights, presumably either watching TV or preparing for bed.

Shi Lan flexed her fingers, bent her legs slightly, and lightly leaped towards the wall. Her ten fingers gripped the brick seams firmly like hooks, and her strong legs propelled her upwards. She had already climbed to the edge of the second-floor balcony like a nimble monkey.

Since arriving here, due to the original owner's advanced age, she has made up for her shortcomings with diligence, practicing every day without fail. Fortunately, the original owner's physique was originally quite good, and after this period of cultivation, she has barely managed to reach the skin membrane stage. Although Shi Lan is not comparable to the martial arts world, here she is already capable of scaling walls and leaping across rooftops.

About five minutes later, Shi Lan arrived at the window on the eighteenth floor. Because it was the height of summer, the window in the hall was left slightly ajar. The room was very quiet. Shi Lan listened intently and could only faintly hear the even, long breathing.

Shi Lan pursed her lips, took out the wire she had prepared beforehand, fiddled with the window for a while, and soon the window opened silently.

She lightly leaped down from the windowsill, and with a faint snoring sound, Shi Lan tiptoed quietly to the bedroom door like a cat. She slowly and carefully pushed the door open, and in the dim light, she could only see an arc-shaped bulge on the large bed.

Shi Lan walked over, bent down to look, and was surprised to find that there was more than one person on the bed.

Shi Lan coldly stared at the person emitting the fragrance; this scent could only belong to Han Chunyan.

Shi Lan reached out and pressed hard on her Shen Ting acupoint. Han Chunyan didn't even groan before she immediately fainted.

Shi Lan reached out and slapped her hard. Seeing that she didn't move, she straightened up, turned on all the lights in the bedroom, and tore off the thin, silky blanket and threw it on the ground.

Inside the blanket, Liu Jinxiang was only wearing a pair of shorts, while Han Chunyan was completely naked.

Shi Lan clicked his tongue, thinking to himself that he really didn't waste any time. He had just finished expressing his feelings to her and then brought this woman here for some lovemaking. Didn't he find it tiring?

Liu Jinxiang noticed the noise and woke up groggily. All the bulbs in the chandelier on the ceiling were on, so bright that he could only squint to look around.

When he saw someone dressed in black standing by the bed, his eyes widened suddenly. After seeing the person's face, he shrank back in terror, instinctively covering his groin with one hand and trying to pull Han Chunyan away with the other. However, Han Chunyan had already fainted, and even if he kicked her to the ground, she wouldn't open her eyes.

Shi Lan coldly watched his expression, which showed he was almost scared to death. She sneered, took a step forward, grabbed his hair, and dragged him off the bed.

His scalp ached from being pulled so hard. Having learned his lesson before, Liu Jinxiang dared not resist and could only tumble down in a sorry state, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.

"Brother, please forgive me. If I have done anything wrong, please point it out and I will correct it. I will definitely correct it," Liu Jinxiang pleaded, kneeling on the ground with a sob in his voice.

Upon seeing this popular young actor again, especially in his own home, Liu Jinxiang knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. He also realized that the beating he received earlier was not for money; the robbery was just a pretext. His real purpose was to give him a good beating. To avoid physical harm, Liu Jinxiang wisely knelt down and begged for mercy.

Shi Lan stared at him coldly for a moment, then lowered her voice and said coldly, "You know you're wrong? Tell me, what do you think you did wrong?"

Liu Jinxiang froze. He had no idea what he had done wrong. He felt that he had done everything perfectly. Those who thought he was bad were just jealous of him, thinking that he was a rich second-generation and were just envious.

When Shi Lan saw his expression, she felt angry again. The humiliation that had subsided after all the back and forth had surged up again.

"you do not know?"

Shi Lan's voice was very low, and at this midnight hour, it had a chillingly eerie quality.

Liu Jinxiang shuddered involuntarily and looked up shakily, but because his hair was being tightly gripped, he could only see Shi Lan's knees.

"I...I know," Liu Jinxiang rolled his eyes, trying his best to think with his already limited brain. Suddenly, the image of Han Chunyan unconscious flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly said, "I shouldn't have slept with someone else's wife. I...I know I was wrong. I will change in the future. I promise I will never touch her again. Really, really."

Thinking of the torment he endured lying in the hospital bed, and recalling the doctor's advice before his discharge, he thought to himself, "Anyway, this woman wasn't exactly a virgin. If she's gone, she's gone. But offending a jinx is unacceptable; it could affect my happiness for the rest of my life." (To be continued.)