The Max-Level Villainess Faked Her Death, and Four Young Masters Regretted It Too Late

Bo Qinggu dragged her frail, ailing body through life to pave a path to greatness for her four younger brothers.

The price was becoming an utterly wicked elder sister in their eyes.

Once her mission was complete, Bo Qinggu decisively staged a car accident, faked her death, and fled to a quiet Nordic town to wait for death in peace.

One year later.

On a snowy night, Bo Qinggu wrapped herself in a blanket and opened the wooden door.

Outside, helicopter searchlights pierced the darkness, and hundreds of bodyguards dressed in black had sealed off the town.

Her four younger brothers, now powerful figures who ruled both the criminal underworld and the legitimate world, stood in the wind, covered in snow.

The men who usually acted with ruthless decisiveness were now all kneeling in the icy snow, clutching the hem of her skirt, their eyes full of desperation and madness.

"Sis, we'll give you our lives..."

"Please, don't abandon us."