Sweetie, sleep with me tonight.

As night falls, the high-rise buildings of Jianghai City are illuminated with dazzling lights.

Inside Hengda Pharmacy, the lights were on, and Jiang Youxi was regularly taking inventory and inspecting medicines, categorizing the new stock onto the shelves.

After finishing these tasks, she took off her work clothes and said, "Manager Wang, I'm off work now."

"Okay, Yu-hope, here is your salary for this month. Please check it."

Jiang Youxi noticed the thickness was wrong and asked, "Manager Wang, are you sure you didn't miscalculate? I've only been here for a week, and my salary isn't this much."

Store Manager Wang's smile was full of appreciation: "I know, the extra part is your reward for helping Xiaoyu tutor math last time."

Xiaoyu is the store manager's son. He just started junior high school this year and comes to the pharmacy to do his homework every time he gets out of school.

He was bad at math, and his grades were always at the bottom.

The last time Jiang Youxi saw that he couldn't do the difficult math problems, she tutored him a few times.

Unexpectedly, it was as if he had suddenly unlocked his full potential, and his math scores improved by leaps and bounds, allowing him to turn the tide and rank among the top ten in his class!

Jiang Youxi politely declined, saying, "Manager Wang, it's just a small favor, you don't need to..."

"Why are you being so polite with me? Here, take it," Aunt Wang stuffed the money into her hand, then tried to get her to continue tutoring Xiaoyu in math. "I'll charge you 200 yuan an hour, three times a week, two hours each time. What do you think?"

Jiang Youxi was pleasantly surprised: "Of course!"

Jiang Youxi's life has changed drastically since that boy came to live with her family.

The most obvious example is her rice container, which was empty in less than a week.

Therefore, she urgently needs to take on a part-time job to alleviate her financial pressure.

She has recently been considering finding a tutoring job, but since she is a freshman in college and is not familiar with Jiang Haicheng, she has not yet found any relevant channels.

Store Manager Wang beamed with joy: "Okay, I'll draft a contract tomorrow."

Jiang Youxi said goodbye to her and rode her electric scooter home.

It was 11 p.m., and the traffic was thinning out, leaving the entire highway empty and quiet.

My phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Youxi pulled over, took out her phone to answer the call, when suddenly—

boom!

A loud crashing sound came from the opposite mountain forest.

Jiang Youxi was startled and turned her head to look at the other side.

On the asphalt road halfway up the mountain, cars sped by, their ear-piercing roars shattering the silence of the forest.

Immediately afterwards, a car headlight shone from a distance, and a silver-gray Mercedes sped out from the mountain road and drove along the main highway toward them.

Another black Bugatti sports car followed closely behind, recklessly ramming into the Mercedes.

Bang bang bang!

The Mercedes was dented in the collision and came to a stop after violently scraping against the railing.

Thick smoke billowed, and a strong smell of gasoline filled the air.

The man climbed out of the car and fled in panic.

The Bugatti behind them kept chasing, and with a sudden acceleration, it knocked the man a long way away.

The man collapsed to the ground, spitting blood.

The Bugatti finally stopped, the door opened, and three boys got out.

The leader, dressed in a flashy outfit and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, walked up to the man, looking every bit the spoiled brat.

He stomped his foot on the other man's chest, a wicked smile on his face: "How's it going, Captain Zhang? Do you like this big gift we've prepared for you?"

The man, his head covered in blood, laughed gleefully: "Go ahead and run me over if you dare! I'm retired now, unlike your brother, who's still in the ICU, hasn't come out yet, has he?"

"Hahaha... Even if he survives, so what? His hand... is ruined. He'll never be able to return to the arena for the rest of his life!"

"Damn it! You're asking for it!" The show-off kicked him and yelled at the car next to him, "Brother Zhuo, what do you say we do?"

Brother Zhuo?

Jiang Youxi's gaze fell on the Bugatti.

The streetlights shone on the glass windows, reflecting the shadows of the people inside the car.

He sat in the driver's seat, his hands casually resting on the steering wheel. Even in the dim light, it was clear that his cold, sharp eyes were looking at the man on the ground through the windshield.

With a click, the car door opened.

The man got out of the car.

The incandescent headlights shone on the concrete road, illuminating a path for him.

He came with his back to the light, stepping into it.

As he approached, his face became clearer.

Jiang Youxi was stunned.

It really was He Zhuo!

He was dressed all in black—a black T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and matching cargo pants. He had one hand in his pocket and was calmly looking down at the man on the ground.

The glowing light between his fingers resembled a venomous snake flicking its tongue in the darkness.

Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, the man couldn't help but feel a chill: "You... what do you want to do?"

He Zhuo half-squatted down, hooked his arm around the back of his neck, pulled him forward, and smiled: "You're pretty tough, you didn't even get hit by that."

He Zhuo took a puff of his cigarette, then plunged it into the man's forehead.

"ah--!"

The man screamed in pain and struggled violently.

He Zhuo pressed down on his head, his expression calm, but his grip remained ruthless and unwavering.

The raw skin and flesh were charred and sizzled.

A pungent smell mixed with white smoke slowly wafted from between his eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, a hole was burned into the man's forehead, and blood gushed out from between his eyebrows.

He Zhuo threw away his cigarette butt and stood up: "Get rid of it."

"clear!"

Several of his men immediately dragged the man into the car, and the car sped away.

Jiang Youxi was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost fell over.

She hurriedly got into the car, but because she was too nervous, she twisted the accelerator too hard, and the car lurched forward.

Jiang Youxi's expression changed drastically, and she quickly let go and jumped out of the car.

boom!

The car overturned on the ground, and her feet involuntarily lurched forward a few steps before she managed to regain her balance.

A pair of black Doc Martens appeared before my eyes.

Jiang Youxi froze, slowly raised her head, and met He Zhuo's cold and fierce eyes.

Her pupils dilated, and she turned and ran.

Unexpectedly, someone grabbed the back of his collar, and his body was pulled back due to inertia.

A faint scent of cedarwood approached, gradually encroaching on her breath.

The man's handsome, almost demonic face loomed over her, and he smiled slowly, "Why are you running?"

Are you going to wait to be killed if you don't run?!

Jiang Youxi turned around stiffly: "N-no, I just... have a leg cramp."

As he spoke, he turned his right leg and tried to force a friendly smile.

He Zhuo looked at her with a leisurely air.

The little girl was not tall, only reaching his shoulder. She was dressed simply and casually, with her hair tied in a simple ponytail. Her face was fair, and her round almond-shaped eyes, illuminated by the streetlights, were clear and bright, like stars.

Especially her dimples, which appeared and disappeared as she spoke.

"You saw everything?"

His eyes and brows were smiling, seemingly gentle as water, but in reality, they concealed an icy blade, extremely cold and sinister.

Jiang Youxi gripped the bag strap tightly and nodded hesitantly.

"Is it pretty?"

"??"

What did he mean by that?

Is it a request for her to share her viewing experience, or a warning before killing her?

"I didn't see it on purpose."

If he had just kept a low profile, she wouldn't have witnessed such a horrific scene!

"So it was intentional?"

Jiang Youxi finally realized that he was giving her a warning.

Her heart pounded: "What...what do you want?"

"I want to deal with this potential problem," he said with a tilted head and a smile—

What do you think?

"Heh, heh..." Jiang Youxi's laughter was more like a grimace. "Senior He Zhuo, you... you're being way too direct."

He Zhuo narrowed his dark eyes slightly: "You know me?"

Jiang Youxi's eyes lit up.

"Of course!" she admitted quickly, as if afraid that if she hesitated even a second longer she would lose her life. "Your reputation is known to everyone at Bojiang University! I have always admired you!"

"Oh? Really?" The man's expression was full of interest.

"Yes! I'm also from Bojiang University, we're alumni!" Jiang Youxi presented her student ID with both hands, smiling ingratiatingly, "This is my student ID, please take a look."

He Zhuo took it and glanced at it: "Jiang, You, hope?"

"Yes, yes, I am Jiang Youxi, a freshman in the medical department." The girl nodded vigorously, smiled and extended her hand, "Senior He Zhuo, nice to meet you, please take care of me."

He Zhuo glanced at the hand in front of him.

Her nail beds were pink and tender, and her fingers were smooth and soft, conveying a sense of sincerity.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Youxi took the initiative to pull his hand out, held it tightly, and smiled, "Senior He Zhuo, for the sake of us being alumni, could you... let me go?"

He Zhuo smiled, the beauty mark at the corner of his eye hinting at something alluring: "Since we're acquaintances, we can't be polite."

He walked closer to her step by step as he spoke...