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

The Third Municipal Hospital, VIP special care ward.

It's so quiet here, as if everything has ended, yet hasn't even begun.

The white mist from the humidifier slowly dissipated in the air, while the electrocardiogram monitor emitted a regular, monotonous "beep, beep" sound.

Jiang Ci has been unconscious for three whole days.

The doctor said it was caused by a sudden surge of internal heat, coupled with a breakdown of the immune system due to long-term overwork.

If he doesn't wake up, there could be even more serious consequences.

On the morning of the fourth day.

The birdsong outside the window was a bit noisy.

The man on the hospital bed trembled slightly.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes.

There was no confusion.

There was no chaos of just waking up.

Those eyes were terrifyingly clear, yet terrifyingly empty.

It was like a frozen, stagnant pool of water, unable to let in a single ray of light.

He stared at the stark white ceiling for a few seconds.

Memories return.

The humiliation in the banquet hall.

A red dress.

And there's that painting in the attic that says "I'm sorry".

"Oh."

He let out a very soft, cold laugh.

There were no heart-wrenching cries, nor any frantic searches.

He sat up.

The movements were somewhat stiff.

There was still an IV needle stuck in the back of his hand, connected to the IV drip.

Jiang Ci glanced at the needle.

Expressionless.

He reached out his other hand and pinched the needle handle.

Without calling a nurse or hesitating at all.

"hiss--"

It was pulled out directly.

Fresh blood gushed out instantly.

It slid down the back of my hand, dripping onto the pristine white sheets, blooming into a few dazzling red plum blossoms.

He seemed to feel no pain.

He didn't even frown.

Once, when Wen Ning got a small cut on his finger, he would feel heartbroken for a long time.

Now, watching his own blood flow out, he only finds it laughable.

……

Half an hour later.

Toilet.

Jiang Ci stood in front of the mirror.

The person in the mirror had a pale face, slightly sunken cheeks, and a stubble of bluish beard on his chin.

Her hair had grown long and was somewhat messy, obscuring her eyes.

He still had those silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

He raised his hand.

He took off his glasses.

Wen Ning said he really liked these glasses.

She said he looked like a "refined scoundrel" with glasses on, and that he was very handsome.

So for the past six months or so, he has hardly picked any.

Jiang Ci looked at the glasses in his hand.

My fingertips brushed against the cool frame of the glasses.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

He loosened his grip.

My glasses fell into the trash can.

It was mixed in with those blood-stained cotton swabs.

He looked at his blurry reflection in the mirror and said coldly.

"No, I don't want it."

He pressed the call button.

Instead of calling a doctor, they called an assistant.

"Find a barber."

His voice was hoarse and rough, as if it had been smoked.

"Now."

The assistant arrived quickly with the hairdresser.

Looking at the man who exuded a gloomy aura, the barber asked timidly, "Mr. Jiang, how would you like your hair cut?"

"Cut it short."

Jiang Ci closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"The shorter the better."

"Cut away all those eyesores."

The scissors made a snip-snip sound.

Black, wispy hairs fell in a flurry.

It looked like black snowflakes scattered all over the ground.

Half an hour later.

The barber stopped.

Jiang Ci opened his eyes.

The person in the mirror has changed.

The slightly scholarly bangs that were originally there are gone.

Instead, a very neat buzz cut was adopted.

Her smooth, full forehead and sharp, piercing eyes were revealed.

The original coolness turned into icy coldness.

The curve of the jawline is so sharp it's almost cutting.

That gentle young man who would hold an umbrella for someone in the rain and save a seat for someone in the library.

Missed.

Instead.

He was a cold man who exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

……

The ward door was pushed open.

Grandpa Jiang, Jiang's parents, and Zhang Annian all rushed over.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Jiang Ci sitting in the chair.

"Aci..."

Jiang's mother's eyes reddened, and she wanted to rush over to hug him, but she was forced back a step by the unfamiliar chill emanating from Jiang Ci.

"You're awake? Is there anything else that's bothering you? That Wen Ning, she..."

"mom."

Jiang Ci interrupted her.

The voice was completely calm, without the slightest ripple.

"Don't mention that name again."

"There is no such person in the Jiang family."

Jiang's mother covered her mouth, and tears fell down her cheeks.

She could tell that her son had changed.

That look in his eyes was so unfamiliar.

"grandfather."

Jiang Ci turned to look at the old man.

"Help me with the discharge procedures."

"So urgent?" The old man leaned on his cane, his brow furrowed. "You're not well yet..."

"I'm fine."

Jiang Ci stood up.

He didn't wear a hospital gown, but instead changed into a black suit that his assistant brought him.

Tie a tie.

Fasten your cufflinks.

Every movement is precise, mechanical, and meticulous.

"The company still has a lot to do."

He straightened his collar in front of the mirror.

That was the collar that Wen Ning used to like to open the most.

He's now pinned it to the very top.

Perfectly fitted.

Abstinence.

And it is closed.

Limitless is going public.

He turned around and looked at the room full of relatives and friends who were worried about him.

A cold, emotionless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Didn't she say his career was just child's play?

it is good.

Then he'll show her.

He wanted to stand at the top of the world, so that she could only look up to him, never able to reach him again.

……

At the hospital entrance.

A black Maybach was parked on the side of the road.

Jiang Ci came out.

The autumn wind lifted the corner of his clothes.

He didn't look back at the world.

Zhang Annian and Jia Pengxiu followed behind him, not daring to breathe.

"Annian..."

Jia Pengxiu whispered, his voice trembling, "Why do I feel... Brother Ci is a little scary?"

Zhang Annian pushed up his glasses, looking at Jiang Ci's aloof and cold back.

He sighed.

"Jiang Ci, the one who would deliver oden on a rainy day."

"He was already dead on that rainy night."

"Those who are alive now."

"It is Niohuru Jiang Ci."

The car door closed.

The black car slid into the traffic, like a black blade cutting through the prosperity and hustle and bustle of City A.

The boy died in late autumn.

And the demon is being reborn.