As the chaos unfolded, Rong Qi watched with detached amusement, eerily reminiscent of the dramas she had seen play out before with Rong Tianshi, Wang Qing, and Rong Feiyu. It seemed all families with dark secrets shared the same playbook.
Outside, her bodyguards were nearly done wreaking havoc. They now stormed inside, ready to continue their demolition.
"No, not that vase! It's worth a fortune!" Lu Qi's stepmother wailed in despair.
"My piano, please, spare it!" Lu Qi's stepsister begged, tears streaming down her face.
Lu Qi's father, indignant, pointed a shaky finger at her. "How ungrateful can you be, Lu Qi? Remember who paved your path to success. Without me, you'd be nobody. Did you really think you could've caught Ye Shaoxian's attention on your own?"
Unmoved, Lu Qi commanded with a chilling laugh, "Keep going. Destroy everything. I want no trace of these memories left."
