The Strongest Rebirth: It's not easy to mess with a beautiful wife

After coming and going with Xia Han for so long, she was actually right to think so.

The people who know you best, besides family and friends, are not enemies?
Although she usually doesn't care much about winning or losing with Xia Han, she also silently observed her a lot during several confrontations.

With her arrogance in dealing with things, if she fights with her, it will make her even more arrogant, thinking that she is angry with her, and then plan more Yan Yu to win.

On the contrary, she followed her words and pretended not to understand her provocation, which frustrated Xia Han even more.

The phone vibrated, and Xia Han took it out to look, and his face darkened.

"Shen Muli!"

She gritted her teeth and called out the name of the woman on the other side of the phone, but it was a pity that the other party couldn't feel her anger through two screens and a long distance.

She was so angry that she almost dropped her phone, but she suppressed her anger after a while.

Take a deep breath and remind yourself that you don't need to be angry.

Whether it's real or pretending, she hoped that the woman didn't understand what she meant, and didn't understand that she was provocative just like the reply.

She sneered, "When you get to the third floor, we'll see how you still act."

She still has lingering fears about the third floor of Li's villa.

Everyone who entered the villa had heard that the attic on the third floor was not allowed.

When asked carefully, no one can tell why.

It was as if, that should have existed in the first place, an ancient taboo.

Some people said that there were things related to the lifeblood of the Li family in the attic, and some speculated that it was Li Sichen's personal collection.

No matter how guessed, there is no result.

Once, Xia Han was also curious, trying to walk up to the third floor, wanting to take a sneak peek.

She was standing not far from the entrance of the attic when she was hurriedly invited away by the housekeeper.

At the corner, she still hasn't forgotten Cen Leng's eyes under the black fox mask.

At that time, cold sweat covered her back while he was staring at her.

There is no doubt that if she had dared to take a step beyond the threshold at that time, the end would have required some imaginative misery.

With that one glance, she never approached that side again.

Not only for respect, not to provoke his disgust, but more for the sake of his own life.

Recalling this, the smile on the corner of her lips became even worse, and she murmured, "Wait... I don't believe that Li Sichen will be so special to you."

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Here, Jiang Li put down his phone.

Turning his neck, he was also thinking about the feasibility of going to the third floor.

Having been with Li Sichen for so long, the two of them didn't see each other much.

He is more tolerant of himself than he was at the beginning.

Jiang Li pondered, if the secrets in the attic were as she imagined, it would not be too much to go and see for herself.

It just so happens that there is nothing to do today, and the adventure is also quite interesting.

She remembered that the key to open the attic door was placed in the drawer of the study.

Thinking, she walked out of the bedroom.

I ran into Uncle Xu head-on, and he walked straight towards her, and it seemed that he had something to tell him.

"What's the matter, Uncle Xu?" She stopped and asked.

The other party smiled, "Mr. said that the company is not busy today, and he will be back in a while. I have something to do with my wife."

"Okay, I'll go to the study first." Jiang Li was not very interested in what he said.

After meeting him, she walked straight to the study. Uncle Xu looked at her back without thinking too much.

Isn't it normal for Madam to go to the study?
If he knew what she was going to do, he would definitely regret his misunderstanding at this time.

Jiang Li quickly walked into the study.

The neat layout is full of the taste of ink scrolls.

In a businessman's study, the fragrance of ink seems to blend with the smell of copper.

She turned her eyes and glanced at the bookshelf, and sure enough there were still rows of books that she was not interested in.

Quickly looking away, she came to the long table and opened the drawer with the key in her memory.

A simple, rusty key came into view.

"Then I won't be polite." Whispering something no one could hear, she took the key.

Thanks also to Li Sichen's self-disciplined living habits, which allowed her to get the things in her memory at the same location after many days.

After leaving the study, she went up to the third floor.

Because there are taboo things, usually no one stays on the third floor.

In the empty corridor, she easily approached the door of the attic.

There was silence all around, so quiet that I could only hear my own heartbeat.

I don't know if there is an uninvited guest standing here like her during the long years when the attic door was locked with heavy shackles.

What kind of mood are they in?

She didn't know that when she opened the door with the key, her heart beat faster.

The door was pushed open, and with a creaking sound, a mysterious space opened into the inner hole.

The light in the attic is not good, only sporadic sunlight comes in through the windows, which is not enough to illuminate the entire room.

To her surprise, when she walked in, there was no pungent dusty smell in the air.

I thought there were all kinds of taboos here, so no one would clean them.

It should not be cleaned by a servant, so the most likely one is Li Sichen himself.

Thinking of him cleaning with a mask and sleeves, and frowning with thick eyebrows, Jiang Li curled his lips.

After closing the door, she fumbled for the switch by the door.

Turn on the light, and the field of vision suddenly becomes wider.

"What...it's just like that." The ordinary layout in the attic frustrated Jiang Li's little expectations.

The decoration is no different from that of the whole villa, with few furniture and oil paintings on the walls.

Most of them are abstract, she can't see anything.

At least from the bright colors, people who paint can feel that they are in a good mood, not gloomy.

The line of sight turned around in the attic, and finally fell on a Chinese-style wooden cabinet that was half a person high and placed on a long European-style table.

The white and gray decoration in the room is Mr. Li's personal preference.

Apart from the oil paintings, the red cabinet is the most eye-catching one in the attic.

She instinctively felt that there must be something tricky in the cabinet.

In the boring attic, perhaps the greatest secret is hidden in that cabinet.

She approached the wall and also the cabinet.

The mahogany low cabinet has a circle of wood grain that has accumulated the years. The cabinet has two rows of drawers of equal size.

The shape is also very simple, except for a few carvings on the corners of the cabinet, other places are just ordinary styles.

Putting it in Li Sichen's house is indeed a bit special.

She reached out and opened one of the drawers.

The first thing you see is the neatly arranged letters.

Judging by the somewhat frayed sides, the letters have either been battered or aged.

The other drawers were either empty or just the same letter.

Opening the last drawer, there lay a palm-sized puppet inside.

It was a rabbit with rough stitches and one eye missing.

It was supposed to be a strange thing, but after she saw it, she somehow felt a little familiar.