After Transmigrating as the Villainess, I Take Things Easy

"Bang!"

My expensive huanghuali wood door shuddered three times as a gleaming Italian handmade leather shoe kicked it.

The door flew open. Gu Yanshen's handsome face, one that could double the sales of any financial magazine, was now dark with storm clouds.

He strode inside, his expensive suit jacket stirring up a chill wind. He stopped in the middle of my living room, its floor covered in soft wool carpet, and looked down at me. His gaze was like an ice-tempered blade.

"Shen Zhiyi, what scheme are you cooking up now?"

I slowly stuffed the last cheese-flavored potato chip into my mouth.

Crunch, crunch.

I chewed loudly.

Then I casually reached for the real...