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weekend.

Zhou Family Villa.

Dinner time.

The restaurant was so quiet that the only sound was the soft clinking of cutlery.

The crystal chandelier shone brightly, casting a chilling light on the cold, hard marble tabletop.

Wen Ning kept her head down, mechanically cutting the steak on her plate.

I have no appetite.

At the head of the table, stepfather Zhou Renli was reading a newspaper.

Beside him—that is, Wen Ning's biological mother, Lin Xuemei—was carefully serving him soup.

"Renli, Asu is going back to China next week, right?"

Lin Xuemei wore a fawning smile. "I've had the room all cleaned up, using colors he likes."

Zhou Renli hummed in response, without even looking up.

"He's back to take over the group's business. Tell your family to behave themselves and not cause him any trouble."

"That's natural."

Lin Xuemei nodded quickly, then turned to look at Wen Ning.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a stern and critical expression.

"Did you hear that? Your brother is coming back."

Lin Xuemei lowered her voice and tapped the edge of Wen Ning's plate with her chopsticks.

"Don't cause trouble at school. Also, why have your expenses increased so much lately?"

Wen Ning paused for a moment while holding the knife and fork.

Actually, it was because I was doing system tasks recently.

"I bought some...school supplies," Wen Ning lied in a low voice.

"What kind of school supplies cost 50,000?"

Lin Xuemei frowned, her voice sharpening, "Wen Ning, the Zhou family didn't raise you to squander your money. Your art major is a bottomless pit of money, and now you've even learned to lie?"

"Alright."

Zhou Renli interrupted impatiently, "Don't make noise while eating."

Lin Xuemei immediately fell silent.

After a while, she changed to a more earnest tone:

"Ningning, Mom is doing this for your own good. Your major doesn't offer much of a future. Coincidentally, Mr. Liu's son just returned from studying abroad, and there's a tea party tomorrow afternoon. Pack your things and go meet him."

Wen Ning suddenly looked up.

"I'm not going."

"We have to go."

Lin Xuemei's eyes turned cold. "He's the heir to a listed company. It's your good fortune that he's interested in you. Don't think you're so great just because you got into an art school. You still have to get married eventually, so finding a good husband while you're still young is the most important thing."

Wen Ning gripped the knife and fork tightly.

The knuckles are white.

In this home, she was like a beautifully packaged object.

They were ready to be labeled and handed over to someone of higher value in exchange for their mother's secure position in the Zhou family.

"I'm stuffed."

Wen Ning put down her cutlery and stood up.

"Stop right there! Did I say you could leave?"

A scolding voice came from behind me.

Wen Ning ignored her and quickly walked out of the restaurant.

The faint sound of a mother apologizing to her stepfather could be heard behind her: "I've spoiled this child, please don't be angry..."

……

in the garden.

The night breeze was cool.

Wen Ning hid behind the neatly trimmed bushes, breathing heavily.

My eyes are sore.

asphyxia.

This luxurious villa felt like a giant cage to her.

She doesn't want to go on blind dates.

He also didn't want to face his stepbrother Zhou Xu, who was about to return to China and was said to be ruthless.

She didn't want to become a bargaining chip for her mother to consolidate her position.

[Host's low mood detected.]

The system's cold voice suddenly rang out.

[It is suggested that the host find an outlet for their emotions.]

[Mission issued: Find an excuse to leave. For example—harass the male protagonist.]

Wen Ning was taken aback.

Harassing Jiang Ci?

She took out her phone.

The faint light from the screen illuminated her somewhat pale face.

In the contacts, the name [Jiang Ci] lies there quietly.

They haven't been in contact for two days since that "goodnight" conversation.

He's busy with a project.

She was dealing with household chores.

Wen Ning hesitated for a long time.

My finger hovered over the dial button, hesitant to press it.

It's so late, will I disturb him?

And what should I say?

She said she was being forced into blind dates and wanted him to save the day?

This doesn't seem like a drama queen at all; it's more like a pathetic nobody who no one wants.

[Host, please execute.]

[Ten seconds left in the countdown.]

Wen Ning bit her lip.

With a determined heart, I pressed it down.

"Beep—beep—"

The phone rang twice.

connected.

"Feed".

Jiang Ci's voice came from the other end.

With a slightly hoarse voice from just waking up, and a quiet background, the person was probably in their dorm or resting in their studio.

The moment I heard that sound.

The grievances that Wen Ning had been holding back surged up like a flood breaking through a dam.

My nose tingled, and tears welled up in my eyes.

She didn't want to cry.

But in front of Jiang Ci, she always seemed unable to resist.

"Jiang Ci..."

She spoke, her voice trembling and clearly choked with sobs.

It was soft and looked extremely wronged.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came the sound of fabric rubbing together, as if someone had suddenly sat up.

Jiang Ci's voice instantly became clear, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Ning sniffed.

She looked up at the dark night sky and the brightly lit villa in the distance.

She doesn't want to stay here.

I don't want to for even a second.

"Where are you?"

She asked.

The voice was soft, but very stubborn.

"I'm at school."

Jiang Ci answered quickly, "What happened? Who bullied you?"

I want to see you.

Wen Ning closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Now. Immediately. Right now."

I want to see you.

This was probably the most straightforward and willful thing she had ever said in her life.

There are no system-specific task requirements.

Simply because, at this moment, all she wanted to see was him.

On the other end of the phone.

Jiang Ci did not ask why.

They didn't give reasons like "it's too late," "I'm busy," or "the school has curfew."

Wen Ning only heard a rustling sound coming from the other side.

It's the sound of clothes being put on.

Then came the crisp sound of the car keys being taken out.

There was also the sound of a door opening and hurried footsteps.

Send your location.

His voice came through the electricity, deep and powerful, with a reassuring certainty.

"Twenty minutes."

He said.

"wait for me."