With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

"You're not Fan Wuyou at all. Who are you?" Wan Shuhua looked into Nangong Wu's eyes and was certain that she was not Fan Wuyou.

More than eight years ago, Fan Wuyou secretly ran back, wanting to ask Shi Shengqing to stand up for her, but she was discovered by the people in the mansion and brought before her.

Fan Wuyou was fairly pretty, but her eyes were single-lidded and a bit small, while the woman in front of her had peach blossom eyes, and although her gaze was cold, it still possessed a captivating charm.

She originally intended to give that wretched woman a cup of poisoned wine, but the old woman next to her suggested that killing someone would bring bad luck, and that selling the person would earn her some money, so she agreed.

She was just an orphan girl; once she got to a place like a brothel, even if she had wings, she couldn't escape.

"The one who's come to take your life?" Nangong Wu grabbed Wan Shuhua by the neck. "Wan Shuhua, it's been over eight years. I've returned here today to ensure your entire family suffers eternal damnation!"

"Quick...go call someone..." Wan Shu looked terrified. The force was so strong that her neck was about to be snapped. She could feel the breath of death. She didn't want to die.

An old woman rushed out, shouting as she ran, "Help! The lady and young master are going to be beaten to death..."

Just as I ran outside, I saw Shi Shengqing rushing back, followed by Butler Qian.

The old woman knelt down with a thud. "My lord, you're finally back! Quickly, go save the madam and the eldest son..."

Shi Shengqing's face darkened. "Who dares to cause trouble in my residence?"

The old woman replied, "She said her name is... Fan Wuyou..."

Fan Wuyou! Shi Shengqing was stunned for a moment when he heard this. A name that he had kept sealed away for a long time emerged from the depths of his mind.

I haven't heard this name in over twenty years, and now that someone is suddenly calling it, a bad feeling wells up inside me.

Wasn't this daughter supposed to have died of illness many years ago? Someone from the village came to report it. How come she's suddenly reappeared?

Howls echoed from the lobby. He strode into the lobby and saw a group of people lying on the ground screaming in agony. Wan Shuhua was being tightly choked by a woman.

"Who dares to do this? Stop right now!" Shi Shengqing shouted.

"Finally back!" Nangong Wu shook off Wan Shuhua.

"Father, you're finally back!" Shi Zongwei cried out in pain from his leg. "That wretched woman beat Mother and broke my leg! You must catch them and skin them alive..."

When Shi Shengqing saw his son bent over in a strange arc, his expression changed drastically. "Someone, quickly take the young master away for treatment."

Shi Shengqing is his only son. If his leg can't be cured, his life is over.

The steward and several servants hurriedly took Shi Zongwei away for treatment.

Nangong Wu sat back in the main seat and looked coldly at Shi Shengqing.

He was slender, fair-skinned, and had a refined demeanor; he didn't look like someone with a wicked heart at all.

"Master, this vile woman is not Fan Wuyou. Arrest her immediately and send her to the authorities." Wan Shuhua pointed at Nangong Wu.

"Madam, don't worry. I'm here to help. I will give you and Wei'er an explanation." Shi Shengqing gently stroked Wan Shu's swollen and red face.

Wan Shuhua and her son were injured. Regardless of whether the woman was Fan Wuyou or not, they were beaten because of him. If this matter is not handled properly, the Wan family will definitely not give him a good face.

Nangong Wu felt sorrow for the Fan family upon hearing Shi Shengqing's words.

A perfectly good family was killed just because they married a venomous snake.

After comforting Wan Shuhua, Shi Shengqing finally looked at Nangong Wu.

The moment Shi Shengqing saw Nangong Wu's face, his heart skipped a beat.

Because Fan Wuyou's eyebrows and eyes looked exactly like his mother, his former wife, Fan Zhaodi.

He recalled the night he had given Fan Zhaodi the poison. The lightning outside shone on her pale face, bleeding from all seven orifices, and she held onto his clothes until she breathed her last.

For many years afterward, he was plagued by nightmares, dreaming of Fan Zhaodi's face at night, only to wake up in a cold sweat.

Now, seeing Fan Wuyou's face, Fan Zhaodi's blood-stained face reappeared in his mind.

"I beg you... to treat Wuyou kindly..." These were Fan Zhaodi's last words before she died. Her bloodshot eyes stared at him intently until she breathed her last.

Nangong Wu met his gaze and said softly, "Shi Shengqing, you've been taking what belongs to the Fan family for so many years, it's time to return it."

The icy voice snapped Shi Shengqing back to his senses, and he flew into a rage, "You wretched girl, look what you've done!"

"You wicked girl, hahaha!" Nangong Wu sneered.

"Guards, seize this wretched girl and bring the family punishment!" Shi Shengqing ordered.

"Invite family discipline? My surname is Fan, whose family discipline are you asking for?" Nangong Wu walked up to him and asked coldly.

"You..." When Shi Shengqing heard her speak, he remembered that he had once been the live-in son-in-law of the Fan family, which was the most shameful thing in his life.

A flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

Only by making this daughter disappear completely can his past misdeeds be erased.

"You unfilial daughter! You call your father by his name and beat your mother; this is utterly unfilial! You injured your brother and crippled your siblings. How can a woman be so cruel? As your father, I have the right to punish you!"

"Mother, are you talking about her?" Nangong Wu pointed at Wan Shuhua.

"How dare you! She is your mother! How dare you disrespect her!" Shi Shengqing was furious and said to Steward Qian, "Go and fetch the family discipline officer right now!"

He must beat this wretched girl to death today to appease Wan Shuhua's anger; otherwise, if she goes back to her parents' home to complain, he might get a beating.

"Yes!" Butler Qian hurriedly ran out.

"You want to invoke family discipline, is that right?" Nangong Wu reached into her sleeve, took out a memorial tablet, and placed it on the table in the main hall.

When Shi Shengqing and Wan Shuhua looked at the memorial tablet, they saw that it read: "The memorial tablet of Mother Fan Zhaodi".

Nangong Wu flashed in front of the two people, grabbed Wan Shuhua's hair, and pulled her over.

"You wicked girl, what are you trying to do?" Shi Shengqing hurriedly tried to stop her.

"Get lost!" Nangong Wu kicked Shi Shengqing more than ten feet away.

Such a vicious scumbag deserves to be killed sooner or later.

Nangong Wu pressed Wan Shuhua's head down in front of the memorial tablet, using great force to make her kowtow repeatedly.

"Bang bang bang..."

"You bitch...you're dead...Master, please save me..." Wan Shuhua screamed in agony.

This was the first time she had been so mistreated, and she hated Nangong Wu to the core.

Shi Shengqing scrambled to his feet and angrily ordered the servants beside him, "What are you all standing there for? Go and pull this wretched girl away!"

But the servants were already terrified and dared not step forward.

At this moment, the guards of the Shi family finally arrived, and they all drew their swords.