Buddhist Beads in One Hand, a Blade in the Other: No One Like You Belongs in the Capital's Elite Circle

Everyone thought Su Long had fallen and that the Su family had only a young heiress who knew how to embroider. “She’s just a pretty ornament. Marry her and keep her like a caged songbird.” “We’ll split the Su family’s territory among ourselves and leave her a little something.” Then Young Master Zhao harasses her. Su Jinxi (smiling): “The teacup costs eight hundred thousand. Your face isn’t worth that much.” The result: Young Master Zhao is disfigured, and the Zhao family is erased from the scene. Uncle Jiu tries to wrest control from her. Su Jinxi: “Your house is ugly and in the way.” The result: A bulldozer levels Uncle Jiu’s mansion, and he flees back to the countryside to farm overnight. International mercenaries attack. Su Jinxi: “Where did these rats come from? A Biao, clean them up.” The result: The world’s top ten assassins are caught like rats in a trap in the Su family’s backyard. The capital’s elite weep and wail: “Who the hell said she was a pretty ornament? She’s a freaking warrior princess!” Su Jinxi stands atop Jinghai, gently stroking her qipao. “You call this delicate? You’ve never seen real cruelty.”