The Devil's Law: Pampering the Revengeful Girl

Yuhan stood downstairs, looking at her watch, and urged impatiently, "Is it ready yet? It's about to start."

"Coming, coming!" Xiao Qi ran out in a fluster.

Yuhan took Xiaoqi's hand and looked at it from beginning to end.

She's definitely a beauty; she's very pretty.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Xiao Qi looked at her outfit and smiled foolishly.

Xiao Qi wore a light blue evening dress, her long black hair fell naturally, her arched eyebrows and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes blinked as she looked at Yu Han in front of her. Her fair and flawless skin had a faint rosy glow, making one want to devour her whole.

Yuhan nodded heavily; she had been completely stunned.

"Let's go, what are you still standing there for!" Xiaoqi pulled Yuhan's hand and went out the door.

Upon entering the garage, Xiaoqi was dazzled by the rows of sports cars.

"Let me drive, it's been a long time since I've driven one," Xiaoqi said, turning to look at Yuhan.

Yuhan shrugged and sat directly in the passenger seat, looking at him with an expression of approval. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Xiao."

"Don't worry, sit tight."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Xiaoqi started the car and sped off down the road at breakneck speed. Yuhan was covered in cold sweat and all she could think was, "I haven't fastened my seatbelt yet."

As Xiaoqi drove, she occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror, and a red sports car kept following behind.

"Yuhan, that car behind us has been following us." Xiaoqi quickly told Yuhan the news.

Yuhan remained calm, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. Sure enough, the red sports car was following them.

He glanced at his watch, his lips barely moving. "Shake them off."

"Sit still."

Xiao Qi said those words, then stepped on the gas and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Inside the red sports car behind them, the underlings who had been ordered to follow were dumbfounded.

Has it been discovered? Where's the car? Where did it go?

"What do we do?" the younger man in the passenger seat asked, dumbfounded.

The driver patted him on the head, picked up his phone and tossed it to him. "Call the boss. I've noted the license plate."

"Big brother is the smartest." The younger brother in the passenger seat gave a thumbs up and picked up his phone to dial a number.

Easily shaking off her pursuers, Xiao Qi hummed a song: "What else do you want from me? What else? Just don't show up at my wedding. After listening to your song, I got in the car. Loving you was enough."

Yuhan gently closed her eyes and listened quietly to the song Xiaoqi was singing.

A tear slowly fell from the corner of her eye, and every scene with Brother Han floated into her mind. She couldn't help but reach out and touch the bracelet that Brother Han had given her.

She hasn't opened the letter in the drawer yet; she's afraid, so she's left it quietly in the drawer.

Let all of this wait until after revenge.

"Yuhan, we've arrived... You cried?" Xiaoqi turned around and told her with a smile.

But when he saw the tears in her eyes, his smile froze on his face, and he pulled out a few tissues and handed them to her.

Yuhan took the tissue and wiped away her tears. She patted her face and smiled, saying, "It's because the song you were humming was so beautiful that you got lost in it. Let's go inside."

"You scared me! I'm glad you're alright." Xiaoqi knew Yuhan was faking it; she had clearly cried just now, but she couldn't bear to expose her.

She's probably missing Wei Yihan again.

The two women got out of the car at the same time, and the people participating in the auction were stunned and deeply captivated by them.

Yuhan wore a black dress without any embellishment, yet it didn't look ordinary at all. Her long black hair was styled in a bun, and her expression was icy. Her slender eyebrows were painted dark brown, and beneath the dark eyeshadow, her purple eyes, covered by long eyelashes, shone with a gaze that kept people at a distance, yet concealed a deep, almost imperceptible sadness, buried beneath her coldness.