Shu Ying casually tossed the spatula in her hand onto the ground, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

"Fools, do you really think I can't do anything to you? Even if you put such a large business as the Shu family in your hands, you wouldn't be able to control it."

Shu Xuecheng was illiterate and only knew how to squander money when he was young, not to mention the women he kept outside.

Now that the Shu family is in trouble, if he wants to make a quick getaway, he should at least ask the Shu family's ancestors for their permission.

Shu Ying walked over and checked the breathing of each of them: "They're tough as nails."

She studied medicine abroad, so she knows which part of the body will hurt the heart when injected.

When he was hitting someone, Shu Xuecheng screamed his lungs out, and there was no acting involved at all; it was all thanks to Shu Ying's education.

In the blink of an eye, the whole family fainted. Thinking of her daughter, Shu Ying lost her elegance and composure and hurriedly went upstairs.

"Yueyue, Mommy's here. How are you? Please don't scare Mommy."

Yueyue is still very young, and for adults, sleeping pills that are not fatal would make her coma last longer.

Shu Ying carefully helped Yueyue up, placing one hand on her thin arm.

"Fortunately, she was just unconscious, so it didn't have a major impact."

Yueyue was not yet awake, and Shuying secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but felt increasingly distressed.

When his parents were still alive, Shu Xuecheng, though uneducated and incompetent, was still relatively well-behaved. He dared not openly reveal his thoughts.

But now the Shu family is declining, and with the passing of their members, Shu Xuecheng's greedy heart is becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.

Shu Ying hugged Yueyue tightly, sighed softly, and looked up at the ceiling. This was where she was born and grew up; the old Shu family house held too many memories for her.

Her gaze quickly fell on the dressing table, on the jewelry box her mother had left her before she passed away.

Shu Ying sat down in front of the dressing table with Yueyue in her arms, her fingertips touching the mother-of-pearl inlaid lacquer box.

Decades later, the patterns on the box are still exquisite, the colors are incredibly vibrant, and the phoenix is ​​remarkably lifelike.

"Uncle, you wouldn't believe it, would you? Grandpa's real estate and antiques are not what you see here."

Shu Ying muttered to herself. In fact, all the most valuable things in the Shu family were hidden in the open space behind the wall. The old man had long seen through Shu Xuecheng's incompetence and naturally would not tell him these things.

The wealth accumulated by the Shu family over generations was passed down orally only to the old man and his most beloved child before his death.

This large house was left to her father by the old man. She grew up here, and even the servants here have changed batch after batch. It holds too many happy memories with her parents and grandparents.

Shu Ying's slender eyebrows carried a hint of melancholy. Her long, delicate fingers rested on the box, where the jewelry inside came into view.

"Grandpa, it's all my fault for being so useless. I couldn't protect our Shu family's old house. I've disgraced you. Please don't be angry with me."

She was truly at her wit's end and had no other choice.

The old Shu family mansion cannot be saved, and nothing inside can be taken away. Countless people outside are watching her with covetous eyes, and her every word and action will be over-interpreted.

Beset by internal and external troubles, she could only prioritize her own safety before discussing other matters.

Shu Ying gently touched the sapphire blue pear blossom hair clip on her head; this was the key to the elevated floor.