The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss

However, Shen Yanxiao, whom she had ridiculed all her life, stood in front of her and only looked at her as she shrieked miserably from within the flames.

Her usually confused and dreamy eyes were replaced with traces unfamiliarity and disdain that frightened Shen Jiayi.

Shen Yanxiao quietly stood in front of the bonfire and looked at Shen Jiayi’s miserable appearance as the flames swallowed her. She knew that the fire couldn’t burn the magic-trained Shen Jiayi to her death. It would only cause some superficial wounds, and so, she was not worried if Shen Jiayi would die in the fire. She just had to stand rooted at that spot and quietly appreciate the face that was distorted by pain.

Shen Jiawei, who still stood guard at the door, felt that something was amiss when he heard the anguished scream from the room. As the shouts from a familiar voice turned mournful, he suddenly realized what had happened and pushed the door open with a bang.

The instant he opened the door, he saw Shen Jiayi as she struggled in the angry flames. What shocked him was the scene where he saw Shen Yanxiao stand before the blaze with a smile.

“Jiawei, save me!” Since the burnt wooden table blocked her, Shen Jiayi couldn’t free herself. The angry flames scorched her skin, and as fear gripped her, she could only cry for help from her little brother.

Only then did Shen Jiawei recover his senses. Without the time to ponder about the unfamiliar wicked smile on Shen Yanxiao’s face, he hastily ran out to seek help.

Not long later, Shen Yue brought a group of men into Shen Yanxiao’s room. After a few buckets of water, the fire was finally extinguished.

As for Shen Jiayi, she had already lost consciousness due to fright and her weakened state after she was tortured by the flames.

Shen Feng and Shen Siyu had also arrived in the room. They reached slightly later, and their expressions soured after they saw the mess in the room.

Shen Feng stood at the door and frowned as he watched a furious Shen Yue hugged Shen Jiayi. Before he had the chance to ask anything, Shen Siyu who originally stood beside him went up to Shen Yanxiao’s side and pulled her to a corner to examine for injuries.

“Shen Yanxiao, this is all your doing!” Shen Yue’s heart ached as he looked at the daughter in his embrace. If it were not for Shen Feng’s presence, he would have pounced on Shen Yanxiao and tore her into pieces.

Shen Siyu pulled Shen Yanxiao to his back and shielded her as he questioned Shen Yue. “Why did Second Uncle say so? How is this related to Xiaoxiao?”

“How is this not related to her? Shen Jiayi was injured in her room, and evidently, this vile spawn harbored evil thoughts and wanted harm Jiayi!” No matter what Shen Feng thought, he had never once believed that Shen Yanxiao was part of their Vermilion Bird Family’s bloodline.

To raise that kind of trash in their family was already a disgrace and then she caused troubles, one after another, and even injured his daughter. How could he possibly tolerate her existence?

Shen Siyu’s usual gentle eyes narrowed, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

“Shut your mouth!” Shen Feng shouted and glared at Shen Yue for his irresponsible statement.

“I will only say this one more time. She is Shen Yu’s daughter. If anyone else dares to disregard this fact, then you had better get lost!”

Shen Yue could only grind his teeth, then suppress his internal fury, and said, “Father! Jiayi is your biological granddaughter, and now that this trash had injured her. Don’t tell me that you intend to disregard this?”

Shen Jiayi was Shen Feng’s granddaughter, but wasn’t she also his granddaughter? Shen Yanxiao stood behind Shen Siyu and inwardly sneered.