Yuan Zichen felt an indescribable warmth. "It's okay, this is Mom's mission. If I can't finish it soon, Mom might hit me."
"The Dean would hit you?"
Seeing her surprised expression, Yuan Zichen couldn't help but chuckle.
Shen Qingqing realized he was joking. He seemed energetic, so he must not be tired. "Then let's go."
Yuan Zichen quickly followed, finding her slightly annoyed look rather cute.
However, she didn't let Yuan Zichen drive. Instead, she took the wheel herself, with Yuan Zichen in the passenger seat, and drove towards the villa complex.
The will contained the villa's key, so the two could enter directly.
The living room was exquisitely decorated, with a touch of girlish charm. Many famous paintings adorned the walls, and various small objects, all favored by Shen Qingqing, were displayed on the cabinets.
She knew her mother had decorated it with care.
Only her mother would understand her tastes so well.
However, upon seeing the shoes in the entryway, she paused. "Is someone living here?"
Yu Yuan Zichen was also puzzled. "I don't know. Logically, this is your mother's inheritance. No one should be living here."
Shen Qingqing thought of something, her expression darkened, and she strode upstairs.
The second floor had a master bedroom, a second bedroom, and several guest rooms. The guest rooms looked clean, but the bedroom at the end surprised Yuan Zichen greatly.
The bedroom was large, well-ventilated, and had a huge balcony with a rocking chair and a table. It was evident that everything was meticulously designed.
It was all to ensure the occupant of the bedroom enjoyed the best.
In the center was a large bed. Beside the bed was a pear blossom wood dressing table, covered with various cosmetics. Most importantly, on the wall by the headboard.
Hung a portrait.
The girl in the photo posed with a brilliant smile, looking happy and joyful.
"Shen Yaoyao."
Shen Qingqing nearly gritted her teeth.
Yuan Zichen pondered, "Shen Yaoyao, Shen... Is she family?"
Shen Qingqing strode forward, intending to tear down the portrait, but stopped herself, remembering something. As she turned, her face was cold.
"I don't have such a family."
Yuan Zichen seemed to understand. "Don't worry. Let's go ask the property management first. We have the will and the property deed. This villa is yours; no one can take it away. As for this Shen Yaoyao, we'll have her move out."
Shen Qingqing glanced back at the girl with the bright smile on the wall, a cold smirk playing on her lips. "Of course, no one can take it. My things, even if I don't want them, I won't give them to her."
She was already as radiant as spring blossoms, dazzling and luminous. Now, her eyes seemed to burn with anger, as scorching as the midday sun.
Yuan Zichen's heart skipped a beat.
By the time he reacted, she had already strode away. He quickly followed, seeing her storm into the property management office and find the manager.
Upon seeing the will and keys in her hand, the property manager was stunned.
"This, I don't know. That lady back then only said her daughter's surname was Shen, and later that Miss Shen's surname was indeed Shen, so..."
So the house was occupied by Shen Yaoyao.
Shen Qingqing's face was icy, her voice laced with frost. "What kind of job are you doing? Without a property deed, based on her few words, you let someone move in?"
The property manager's forehead was covered in sweat. "It was my oversight..."
"Then now, will you return my house to me?" Shen Qingqing unleashed her full aura, and the property manager couldn't bear it, repeatedly agreeing.
He immediately called Shen Yaoyao.
"Hurry back, pack your things, and move out of the villa immediately."
Shen Yaoyao, on the other end, was naturally unwilling to move out of the villa upon hearing the news. However, the property manager hung up without giving her a chance to question.
Shen Yaoyao was furious and rushed back without a word.
When she reached the villa entrance, she saw her belongings thrown outside, along with her favorite giant portrait.
She almost lost her mind and rushed to Shen Qingqing, demanding, "What are you doing? Why are you throwing all my things out?!"
"You know perfectly well why. Get lost!"
Shen Qingqing not throwing all her things into the trash was already an act of restraint.
By this time, many elderly people were out for a stroll, along with property staff. Everyone was watching the spectacle. Shen Yaoyao felt as if her skin was being peeled off and trampled on the ground.
She endured the shame, her eyes turning red, "Shen Qingqing, you're too much!"
Shen Qingqing turned to look at her with amusement. "Did I hear you correctly? Say that again."
"You're too much!" Shen Yaoyao's eyes were filled with tears. As she spoke, tears slowly slid down her cheeks. "You stole my fiancé, and I didn't even pursue it. Letting me live in this house was supposed to be compensation. Now, why are you taking it back?"
Stole her fiancé?
The crowd gasped, surprised by such a sensational revelation!
Shen Qingqing looked at her feigned pitiful expression and felt her hands itch. She had no intention of restraining herself and directly slapped her!
The world seemed to fall silent at that moment.
Shen Yaoyao held her face, looking at her in disbelief. "How could you... how could you dare! Dare to hit me in front of so many people?"
Didn't she care about her reputation?!
Shen Qingqing smiled at her and followed up with another slap!
This time, she put more force into it than before, spinning Shen Yaoyao around and making her fall onto the ground!
Everyone was dumbfounded. This woman was too fierce!
Shen Qingqing walked closer in her high heels, looking down at her. Her presence alone was enough to overwhelm Shen Yaoyao. "Are you ashamed?"
Shen Yaoyao recovered from the ringing in her ears, crying, "Why did you hit me? You stole my fiancé, and you still have the nerve? Is there any justice in this world? Why are mistresses so arrogant these days, boohoo..."
She sat on the ground, her skirt dirty, her hair messy, her cheeks red and swollen, crying dramatically.
The onlookers, unaware of the full story, found her pitiable.
"You don't have to be so ruthless!"
"Yes, she was just living in your villa. You also stole her fiancé. Why humiliate her like this?"
"And she resorted to physical violence. What poor manners!"
"These days, mistresses have thick skin. They snatch someone else's husband and don't even leave them a way out. Aren't they afraid of divine retribution?"
"If they were afraid, they wouldn't have become a mistress in the first place."
They chimed in one after another. Shen Yaoyao, covering her face and weeping, actually had a look of smugness contorting her features. She wanted everyone to despise Shen Qingqing.