Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 147; Night out (m)

TARGET #9: THE "PERFECT LADY"

Shuyin’s steps slowed.

Not from dizziness this time but from instincts.

Across the club, near the VIP balcony where the lights were softer and the power gathered quietly, sat a woman who didn’t belong in this chaos.

She wasn’t drunk.

Wasn’t laughing too loudly.

Wasn’t clinging to any man.

She sat straight-backed on a leather couch, legs crossed elegantly, a glass of clear liquor untouched in her hand. A diamond watch gleamed on her wrist. Her makeup was flawless, controlled. Calm.

Watching.

Judging.

Shuyin’s jade eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh..." she murmured. "This one thinks she’s clean."

Blade stiffened. "Uh.... Princess? That area is VIP...."

Too late.

Shuyin had already moved.

The crowd parted without realizing why, as if instinct pushed them aside. By the time the woman noticed her, Shuyin was already standing in front of the table.

Up close, the woman was stunning in a cold, refined way. Thirty at most. The kind of woman built for boardrooms and family banquets, not nightclubs. Her posture spoke of years of deportment training, of knowing exactly how much space she was allowed to occupy.

She lifted her gaze coolly. "You’re blocking my view."

Shuyin smiled sweetly.

"Good," she said. "Then you can finally look at yourself."

The woman’s eyes flicked with irritation. "Security...."

"Don’t rush it lady," Shuyin interrupted lightly, leaning forward. "Let’s chat first. You look... righteous."

The woman’s lips tightened into a thin line. "You’re drunk."

"Very." Shuyin nodded happily. "That’s when the truth leaks out." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

She reached out and tapped the woman’s forehead lightly with one finger.

And the world opened.

Images detonated in Shuyin’s mind like grenades:

A luxurious mansion, marble floors reflecting chandelier light.

A kneeling girl with bleeding lips, mascara running down her cheeks.

A contract signed under threat, shaking hands holding a pen.

A pregnancy test flushed down a toilet, swirling away with desperate hope.

A hospital hallway at midnight, fluorescent lights flickering.

A man standing in shadow, face blurred by power and fear.

A woman’s voice saying coldly: "If she keeps the child, ruin her entire family."

Shuyin’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.

Her smile vanished.

The music kept thumping. The crowd kept laughing.

But the air around them turned razor-thin, charged with something dangerous.

"You don’t cheat," Shuyin said slowly, her voice was different now, colder, and clearer.

The woman sneered faintly. "Good. Then move."

"But you erase women," Shuyin continued softly.

The woman’s fingers tightened around her glass, knuckles going white.

"You force girlfriends into abortions."

"You buy silence with threats."

"You ruin families so your precious Lu reputation stays clean."

The name Lu hadn’t even been spoken yet, but it hung in the air between them.

The woman stood abruptly, her composure cracking. "Who sent you?"

Shuyin tilted her head, her eyes glowing unnaturally bright now, catching the light in ways human eyes shouldn’t. "Oh," she said gently, cruelly, "so you know you’re guilty."

People nearby were starting to notice now. The energy had shifted, become heavier. Whispers rippled outward like circles in water.

"Who is she....?"

"What’s happening ...?"

"Did she say Lu..?"

The woman tried to leave, stepping around the table but Shuyin grabbed her wrist.

The touch was cold, unnaturally so.

"You threw a girl off the edge of the city and called it an accident," Shuyin whispered, leaning in close enough that only the woman could hear.

The woman finally lost her composure completely. "You don’t know what you’re talking about!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Do you know who I am?!"

Shuyin looked at her clearly for the first time, really seeing her.

Then she smiled.

"No," she said sweetly. "But I know what you are."

She released the woman’s wrist and turned to the staring crowd, her voice carrying cleanly over the music.

"This woman," Shuyin announced, "is not a mistress."

Gasps rippled through the watching crowd.

"She is a clean-handed butcher. The kind that never gets blood on her dress."

The crowd went dead silent, hundreds of eyes fixed on the scene.

"She destroys girls who love the wrong man."

"She protects powerful sons."

"She buries scandals with threats."

The woman’s face drained of all color, becoming ashen.

Security surged forward, moving toward Shuyin.

At the same moment, Ting Fei’s phone rang.

He answered, stepping slightly away. Listened, his expression carefully neutral.

And then everything about his posture changed.

He walked straight to Shuyin, moving with purpose.

Low voice, controlled and careful.

"Princess," he said quietly, leaning in close. "That woman is Lu Zeyan’s cousin."

The name hit like a live grenade.

Blade froze mid-step.

Razor inhaled sharply.

Tank swore under his breath, creative and detailed.

The woman laughed shakily, relief flooding her features now that her identity was out, her shield revealed.

"That’s right." She straightened, regaining her icy composure like putting on armor. "I am Lu Wenqing. The Lu family does not accept slander from drunk clowns."

Shuyin blinked.

Once.

Twice.

"...Lu Zeyan’s cousin..." she repeated softly, as if tasting the words.

Her chest tightened, just briefly, a flicker of something that might have been concern.

Then she smiled again.

Slow.

Deadly.

"Oh," she said. "So that’s why your sins smell like power."

She stepped closer until they were nearly nose to nose, close enough that Lu Wenqing could see the inhuman quality of Shuyin’s eyes, the way they seemed to see through flesh and bone.

"Lucky for you," Shuyin whispered, "I don’t care whose family you belong to."

Security reached for her, hands outstretched.

Before they could touch her, Shuyin raised her voice one last time:

"Ask Lu Zeyan about the girl named Lin Xiaoyu."

Lu Wenqing’s face turned completely ashen, every drop of blood draining away.

The name had hit its target, detonating like a precision strike.

Shuyin stepped back, her balance finally wavering as the alcohol surged again through her system.

"There," she said softly, almost to herself. "Now your family knows where to start digging."

Ting Fei caught Shuyin as her legs buckled slightly, his arm steady around her waist.