He transmigrated into the body of the school heartthrob's spoiled ex-girlfriend, and he insiste

The Maybach was driving on the ring road late at night.

The car was going very fast.

The neon lights outside the window stretched into flowing ribbons of light.

Inside the train carriage.

Deathly silence.

The partition between the front and back seats was raised, blocking the driver's view and sound.

The back seat is an enclosed, suffocating space.

Wen Ning huddled in the corner.

She rubbed her wrist, which was throbbing from being pinched, and didn't dare to breathe loudly.

The man beside me exuded a low-pressure aura that seemed on the verge of exploding.

The aura, a mixture of the smell of tobacco and violent emotions, was even more frightening than it had been in the private room.

Jiang Ci remained silent.

He leaned back in his chair, his chest heaving violently.

Those eyes, still shining brightly even in the darkness, were fixed intently on what lay ahead.

The veins on the back of my hand throbbed with each breath.

He's angry.

I'm so angry I could explode.

"squeak--"

The car braked suddenly at a red light.

The inertia propelled him forward a little.

Wen Ning hadn't even settled into his seat yet.

The person next to me suddenly moved.

Jiang Ci suddenly turned to the side.

A large hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

Press it down hard.

She was pinned firmly to the leather seat.

"Well……"

Wen Ning let out a gasp.

Followed by.

He grabbed her chin with his other hand.

This forced her to look up.

"Look at me."

Jiang Ci's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of blood.

Those bloodshot eyes were right in front of me.

"Wen Ning, are you stupid?"

He asked through gritted teeth.

"That's two ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor)! Not plain water!"

"I won't stop you, but are you really going to drink it?"

Wen Ning was forced to look at him.

My chin was pinched so hard it hurt.

"I...I'm the assistant..."

She spoke with difficulty, her voice trembling.

"That's a multi-million dollar contract... for the company..."

"Fuck the company!"

Jiang Ci swore.

This was the first time Wen Ning had heard him swear.

"Does Limitless really need those few million?"

"Does Jiang Ci lack that little bit of money?"

"Do you expect me to exchange my body and my dignity for this?"

He approached her.

The tip of his nose almost touched hers.

His eyes were filled with anger, and a kind of disappointed disappointment.

You weren't like this before.

His voice trembled.

Three years ago.

"Where is Wen Ning, the one who arrogantly threw the necklace into a wine glass at the victory celebration banquet?"

Where did Wen Ning go, the one who pointed his finger at me and said, "I'm bored," and "You're so boring"?

"You were so proud back then."

"You dumped me without even blinking."

"Why now?"

"For a contract, for that little bit of salary, you'd let that greasy old man ply you with alcohol? You'd let him put his hand on your shoulder?"

Every question.

It was like a dull knife cutting Wen Ning's flesh.

Jiang Ci looked at her.

Looking at her submissive and unyielding demeanor...

The fire in my heart burned ever brighter.

He would rather she acted the way she used to.

He would rather she be spoiled, willful, and throw tantrums at him.

I don't want to see her like this now—lowering herself to the dust just to survive and pay off debts.

"say!"

He tightened his grip, increasing the pressure.

"Where has your arrogance gone? Did it get eaten by a dog?!"

Wen Ning looked at the scarlet corners of his eyes.

My heart was throbbing with pain.

arrogant?

Her pride shattered the moment she decided to leave him and bear the infamy.

The moment she knelt in his office for the sake of the Zhou family, she had already lost all dignity.

This is her now.

He was just a sinner who wanted to atone for his sins.

Wen Ning's tears welled up without warning.

It slid down the corner of my eye.

It flowed down her cheeks and into the gaps between Jiang Ci's fingers as he pinched her chin.

Scalding hot.

Moist.

"General Manager Jiang..."

She choked up, her voice breaking.

"That's my job."

"I just wanted to... help you."

"I don't want to put you in a difficult position, I don't want you to break the contract because of me..."

She wanted to say, "I feel sorry for you."

But when the words reached his lips, they became the most humble explanation.

Jiang Ci's fingers froze.

The scalding tears, like sulfuric acid, burned his skin.

The fire traveled from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

He watched her cry.

Looking into her eyes, which were always filled with fear and caution.

All the anger.

All the violence.

In that instant, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.

All that remained were scattered ashes and excruciating pain.

"Don't cry."

He released his grip abruptly, as if he had been burned.

He turned around.

He leaned heavily back in his chair.

He turned his head to the window and stopped looking at her.

Only Wen Ning's suppressed sobs remained in the carriage.

Jiang Ci looked out the window at the fleeting street scenes.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

He closed his eyes tightly.

Damn.

Jiang Ci, you deserve to die.

He clearly wanted to humiliate her and get revenge on her.

Why do I still feel so heartbroken and want to kill her when I see her cry?

Why does seeing her being bullied feel worse than killing yourself?

"after."

a long time.

He looked out the window and spoke coldly.

His voice was incredibly hoarse.

"You're not allowed to go to these kinds of dinners."

"Just stay in the office."

"Even cleaning toilets is better than making a fool of yourself there."

This is a warning.

Too……

Indirect protection.

Wen Ning covered her mouth and huddled in a corner.

She looked at his indifferent profile.

The thought in my mind became clearer and clearer—

He hates her.

But he still... couldn't bear to see her suffer.