"Miss Shi, the rest has been packed. I will ask someone to send it to the mansion later."

The department store owner nodded and bowed.

Shi Cuiping is a major customer of the department store. She usually collects all colors of clothes and shoes of the same style. This time she is the same style of dress. She bought all five colors. The manager was so happy that she couldn't stop talking.

Shi Cuiping nodded, picked up the handbag with gems inlaid, turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly a woman with disheveled hair rushed in from the opposite side and pushed her chest heavily. Shi Cuiping was wearing stilettos and silk cheongsam outlined her figure in a delicate and slick way, but this cheongsam was also very difficult to walk. Miss Fan suddenly bumped into her, and Shi Cuiping didn't even have the chance to take a step. She sat directly on the ground and with a click, the thread behind the cheongsam collapsed.

The department store manager responded quickly and hurriedly pulled the windbreaker from the model next to him and handed it to Shi Cuiping, while shouting loudly: "Pull this crazy woman out."

He was worried that he would anger Shi Cuiping, a big customer.

The salesperson next to him helped Shi Cuiping up, who put on a windbreaker to describe her embarrassment. She was shocked to death by being hit. Looking at the crazy woman in front of her. After carefully identifying it, Shi Cuiping asked tentatively: "Are you... Miss Fan?"

"It's me, Shi Cuiping, your vicious woman wrinkled out by your vinegar wife. She used to harm Mrs. Lin, but now she hurt me."

Shi Cuiping was furious: "I don't know what you are talking nonsense. The manager asked someone to send this crazy woman to the police station."

"Okay, I was about to go to the police station and said, "How did Mrs. Chachalin die?"

The salesmen and ladies went up to pull Miss Fan, but she struggled to get rid of her. She seemed to be really crazy and pointed at Shi Cuiping and laughed.

This department store is the most famous in the city. Every day, I come to visit either rich or noble. As a result, some wives and ladies have long been around. Of course, some of these people recognize Shi Cuiping, and they also know that she is good to Lin Haiyang of Pujiang Evening News. After hearing what Miss Fan said, a low voice quickly sounded in the crowd.

Shi Cuiping's face turned red and white. She stood there at a loss, but the manager responded quickly and hurriedly asked the two to escort Ms. Shi home quickly. Ms. Fan rushed up and shouted, "Don't leave, explain the matter clearly, why are you looking for someone to harm me?"

The manager shouted: "Hold her,"

Shi Cuiping was guilty when she did something bad back then and whispered: "Forget it, she has always had some nerve problems, so don't send it to the police station, just call it out randomly."

The manager took someone to escort Shi Cuiping away from the back door. Several big men grabbed Miss Fan and dragged her all the way and threw it out.

Miss Fan was thrown on the road and supported herself to get up. Thinking about the result that her infatuation was brought to life, she covered her face and cried bitterly.

"What's the use of crying?" A woman's cold voice came.

Miss Fan wiped her tears and saw a young and beautiful woman squatting down gently, holding a handkerchief in her hand and handing it to her.

Miss Fan took the handkerchief, wiped her face woodenly, and then looked around blankly: "Am I dead? Have you met a fairy?"

The woman smiled softly: "You, you are the one who is stubborn and never turns back. It is most likely to be instigated to be cannon fodder."

When Miss Fan heard the woman say this, she felt sad and tears fell down again and again.

"Okay, things have happened. What's the use of crying? Those who harm you should be punished."

Miss Fan shook her head: "They are all powerful and powerful. I have no evidence and can't sue them. I can only vent this way and make myself feel better. Otherwise, I would be so frustrated that I would die of depression."

"I know who is the one who harms you."

"Who is it?"

Miss Fan seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and held the woman's hand tightly. The woman sighed: "You follow me, I'll tell you slowly."

In the back room of the antique shop in Weihanshi, Miss Fan looked incredible after listening to Ye Xian’s general situation.

"Miss Ye, I really can't understand. How could Mr. Song hate me so much? He would ruin me?"

"He actually just used you to experiment. He wanted to cause trouble for Lin Haiyang, but he didn't know if those people were sure of doing things, so he thought of you and tried it. If the results are good, the next step is Lin Haiyang."

"Oh my God, I was just in a bad mood that day and just quarreled with him. How could he... How could he......"

Miss Fan couldn't continue.

"So, do you hate it? Do you want revenge?"

Ye Xian's eyes were like obsidian. In front of such a gaze, Miss Fan felt that she was being seen clearly. She bit her lip and nodded: "Avenge, I want to avenge, I am ugly, I have no self-knowledge of my secret love for Lin Haiyang, I am mean and dull, but these are not the reasons why Song Wen destroyed me, I hate him!"

"Okay, then sign this contract, I'll help you get revenge, the price is..." Ye Xian looked at her, "You have nothing now, so I just want your soul."

"My soul?" Miss Fan smiled bitterly, "Miss Ye, look at me, I am not good-looking, I am not young anymore, and now I am dirty. It is difficult for me to gain a foothold in the newspaper industry in Shanghai. I will lose my job immediately. People like me may die today and tomorrow. What's the use of my soul?"

Speaking of this, tears flashed in the corners of her eyes.

"So you need to live a long and long life. After signing a contract, your soul is mine. In order to ensure the beauty of this soul, you must work hard to survive and live well, like the grass under the stone. Once you have the chance, you will push the stone open and enjoy the sunshine and rain. Miss Fan. What I want is a perfect soul with a happy memory for the rest of your life, not a soul full of holes. Do you understand what I mean?"

Miss Fan looked at Ye Xian, a little confused.

Ye Xian smiled slightly: "The meaning is very simple. If you sign a contract, your life is mine. Without my permission, you cannot give up your life easily."

Miss Fan wrote her name on the contract and pressed the handprint. Ye Xian put away the contract and nodded and said, "If you should come, go home with confidence. Don't go to find someone to make noise, let alone Song Wen. His fate was destined as soon as the moment he pressed the handprint."

Miss Fan asked in confusion: "Is Song Wen here too..."

"Yes, he made a big bet and bet on the souls of his husband and his wife and four children."

"Ah? Why are you..." Before Miss Fan finished her words, she exclaimed in surprise and covered her mouth.

"How could I help such a person, right?" Ye Xian stretched out his hand, his fingers were slender, his nails were painted with red elixir, as bright red as if they were about to drip into blood. Her snow-white fingers slashed back and forth on the old contract cover, and suddenly her fingertips were fixed, and her nails flashed with a delicate light.

"He came to his door by himself. What an attractive deal for the souls of four pure children. Unfortunately, it cannot be true or false. Everyone has to pay the price for the crimes he committed. This is what the saying goes, retribution is here."

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