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

The day I was discharged from the hospital was a bright and sunny day.

The autumn sun is thin and precious, but it doesn't bring much warmth when it shines on you.

Jiang Ci parked his car in the apartment's underground garage.

He got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door.

They didn't let Wen Ning leave on his own.

Instead, he bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other around her back, and lifted her up in his arms.

"I can walk by myself..."

Wen Ning protested softly, burying her face in his chest.

"The doctor said I'm fine, it was just fainting, not a broken leg."

"The doctor said you are physically weak."

Jiang Ci carried her toward the elevator, his steps steady.

"The basement is cold and damp, don't touch the floor."

The elevator goes directly to the top floor.

With a "ding," the door opened.

Jiang Ci carried her to the door before putting her down.

But he didn't let go; instead, he used one hand to protect her lower back while using the other to enter the password.

"drop--"

The door lock is open.

The heavy security door slid open slowly.

Wen Ning stepped inside.

Then, he froze in the entryway.

She was familiar with the original apartment.

Minimalist and understated style.

The main color scheme is black, white, and gray. The marble floor is cold and clean, and the furniture has clean and strong lines, exuding an aloof and elite vibe.

That's Jiang Ci's style.

But now.

Everything before my eyes has changed.

That cold, hard black and gray tone has disappeared.

Instead, the view was filled with off-white and warm yellow.

The once gleaming marble floor was now completely covered with a thick layer of wool carpet.

It extends from the entryway all the way to the living room, bedroom, and even the corners of the hallway.

The carpet looked extremely thick and felt soft and fluffy underfoot, like walking on clouds without making a sound.

All the furniture.

Coffee table, TV cabinet, dining table.

Those originally sharp right-angled edges have all been covered with rounded anti-collision stickers.

Even those silicone cartoon corner protectors that look a bit ugly-cute.

"this……"

Wen Ning stared in disbelief at the pink pig-shaped anti-collision sticker on the coffee table.

"Is this your home?"

Jiang Ci closed the door.

He squatted down and took out a pair of brand-new cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet.

These aren't ordinary slippers.

Instead, they are soft-soled shoes with a heel, a specially treated non-slip sole, and thick fleece lining.

"Put it on."

He held Wen Ning's ankle, helped her take off her shoes, and put on these slippers that looked excessively warm.

"Why are there so many carpets?"

Wen Ning stomped on the ground.

It's so soft, so soft that it's almost impossible for someone to stand up straight.

Jiang Ci stood up.

He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

His gaze swept over the space he had completely transformed, and his eyes showed no sense of incongruity, only an almost obsessive satisfaction.

"I'm afraid you'll fall."

He said it casually.

"The doctor said you have psychogenic syncope and could collapse at any time without warning."

"The floor is too hard."

"If you lay this down, even if you fall, it won't hurt."

Wen Ning felt as if something had struck her heart.

It doesn't hurt.

But I felt depressed.

He thought of everything so thoroughly.

The thoughtfulness was almost suffocating.

"Go check out the bedroom."

Jiang Ci took her hand and led her inside.

Push open the door to the master bedroom.

Wen Ning was shocked once again.

The bed has been changed.

The original hardboard bed, which was only black and white, was replaced with a huge upholstered bed.

The headboard is made of soft leather, and the mattress is twice as thick.

Even the carpet next to the bed is thicker than the one in the living room.

On the bedside table.

That place where the table lamp and books used to be.

Now it's filled with rows of white medicine bottles and a constant temperature kettle.

The water temperature is set at 45 degrees Celsius.

You can drink it anytime.

Jiang Ci opened the wardrobe.

The few pieces of Wen Ning's clothes that were originally hanging inside are now crammed full.

It was all thick loungewear, cashmere sweaters, and various other warm clothing items.

"Don't go out for the next few days."

Jiang Ci hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I've asked Zhang Annian to keep an eye on things at the company. I'll stay here with you."

"Let's get better first."

Wen Ning watched all of this.

This once deserted apartment has now been transformed into a warm and cozy home.

Or.

It is a carefully crafted cocoon.

It is soft, safe, and temperature-controlled.

There are no sharp edges or corners, and no potential dangers.

It keeps out all the wind, rain, cold, and harm.

But it also tightly wrapped her up inside.

"Jiang Ci."

Wen Ning turned around and looked at him.

Are you...too nervous?

"I'm really fine, it's just low blood sugar and emotional distress..."

"Something's up."

Jiang Ci interrupted her.

His hand touched her cheek, his fingertips caressing her still somewhat pale skin.

His eyes were frighteningly deep.

"The day you collapsed in the rain."

I thought your heart had stopped beating.

His voice was soft, but carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"I don't want to go through that again."

"So, listen to me."

"Stay here. Don't go anywhere."

Wen Ning opened his mouth.

In the end, he said nothing.

She could only nod.

"it is good."

……

The next few days.

Wen Ning began living the life of a true "canary in a gilded cage".

Or it could mean a life of "semi-disability".

I woke up in the morning.

Jiang Ci had already placed warm water and pills by the bedside.

He made breakfast himself.

The millet porridge was cooked until it produced a layer of rice oil, and the steamed egg custard was as tender as pudding.

Open your mouth.

He sat by the bed and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

The reason given was: "Your hand isn't fully healed yet, so don't lift heavy objects."

Looking at the scabbed back of her hand, Wen Ning wondered how heavy a spoon could be.

After finishing the meal.

Jiang Ci carried her to the sofa in the living room.

Cover her with a wool blanket and give her a hand warmer.

Then I turned on the TV and tuned it to her favorite variety show channel.

"watch TV."

He said.

"If you're tired, just close your eyes and go to sleep."

He then moved a chair and sat down next to the sofa.

A laptop was placed on her lap.

While dealing with the mountain of documents and code at the company, he would occasionally glance up at her.

As long as Wen Ning moves even slightly.

Even if it's just to get a glass of water.

Jiang Ci would immediately put down his computer and hold her down.

"What do you need? I'll do it."

in the bathroom.

Jiang Ci even installed the kind of non-slip handrails used by the elderly and laid out non-slip mats all over the ground.

He would stand guard outside the door while I took a shower.

Every two minutes, I would ask, "Ningning? Are you alright?"

I was afraid she would faint inside.

These are the days.

Warm.

comfortable.

She was treated like a precious gem, as if she were made of glass.

But Wen Ning felt increasingly uneasy.

【Host.】

The system's voice carried a complex hint of sarcasm.

[This is hardly a sign of an impending breakup!]

This is clearly a case of keeping a mistress in a gilded cage.

He turned you into a useless person. A useless person who can't live without him.

Wen Ning huddled on the sofa.

Looking at Jiang Ci, who was working diligently not far away.

The sunlight shone on him.

His profile is handsome and focused.

When he occasionally looked up at her, the doting and possessiveness in his eyes was so intense it was impossible to ignore.

This place is so comfortable.

It felt so good that she wanted to succumb to it.

To forget that, you have to reach the end.

but.

Looking at the clock on the wall.

Tick.

Tick.

That was the sound of a countdown.

The longer she stayed there, the deeper his dependence on her became.

The tighter the "cocoon" is wrapped, the better.

When that final cut is unavoidable.

It will not only break the cocoon.

It would tear his heart, skin and flesh, off along with it.

"Jiang Ci."

Wen Ning suddenly called out to him.

Jiang Ci immediately looked up and took off his blue light blocking glasses.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"no."

Wen Ning shook his head.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky outside the French windows.

I want to eat candied hawthorn.

"The sour kind."

Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment.

He then laughed.

That was the most relaxed smile he had shown in the past few days.

"it is good."

He closed his laptop.

"You stay home and wait, don't move."

"I'll go buy it."

He stood up, picked up his coat, and put it on.

They walked to the door, then turned back.

He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Wait for me to come back."

The door closed.

The tall figure disappeared behind the door.

Wen Ning's smile vanished instantly.

She looked around.

Looking at this house, which was filled with care and attention, he felt a deep affection for her.

Tears welled up silently.

She really wanted to live in this cocoon forever.

Even if it means becoming a useless person.

Even if I don't go anywhere.

but.

On the system panel.

Jiang Ci's "luck value" is decreasing at a visible rate.

And that red warning line is approaching the critical point.

That was the price.

It was the price he paid for devoting all his attention to her, neglecting his career, and possibly even facing misfortune.

"sorry……"

Wen Ning hugged her knees and buried her face in the blanket.

She was crying so hard she was shaking all over.

This gentle cage.

She had to break it herself.

To keep him alive.

So that he could fly higher.