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

The moment the auction gavel fell.

Wen Ning was struck as if by lightning, and suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

five million.

That number felt like a mountain, pressing down on her and making it hard for her to breathe.

The man standing on the second floor, looking down at her, was more terrifying than the mountain.

escape.

That was the only thought in my mind.

Wen Ning didn't care about etiquette at all, nor did she care about Zhou Xu, who hadn't returned yet.

She gripped her handbag tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Turn around.

Lifting the hem of her cheongsam, she rushed towards the restroom passageway by the side door.

"Oh? Miss Wen?"

The waiter next to him wanted to ask.

Wen Ning turned a deaf ear.

She kept her head down, her steps were disordered and hurried.

Her high heels clicked on the marble floor, each sound like the frantic beating of her heart.

Don't come any closer.

Please, don't come any closer.

If I could just run out of that door, or hide in the bathroom, I might be able to avoid that hellish situation.

……

The clubhouse has a long corridor.

The thick Persian carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps.

The lighting was dim and ambiguous, with the wall lamps casting long shadows.

Wen Ning was panting heavily from running.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest, as if it might jump out at any moment.

Coming.

The corner is just ahead.

Turn around and you'll find the restroom and the back door.

She gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.

however.

Just as she rushed around the corner.

A tremendous force emerged from the shadows on the side without warning.

One hand.

A large, long, and powerful hand with distinct joints.

He gripped her wrist precisely and irresistibly.

"ah--!"

Wen Ning let out a short gasp.

Before she could react...

A sudden dizziness.

The hand suddenly pulled hard.

Wen Ning was like a light, drifting leaf, swept into a black storm.

"Bang!"

My back slammed hard against the cold wall.

It didn't hurt, because the hand cushioned her shoulder blade at the last moment.

But the impact was enough to make her dizzy.

Followed by.

A tall shadow loomed over the area.

It completely blocked out the dim yellow light overhead.

Wen Ning is trapped.

Trapped between a hard wall and a burning chest.

The familiar scent instantly enveloped her.

That was the refreshing scent of mint that once gave her immense peace of mind.

But now.

The air was mixed with a strong, pungent smell of tobacco.

bitter.

Spicy.

That was the unique, decadent, and dangerous scent of an adult man.

Wen Ning's body stiffened, and she pressed herself tightly against the wall.

She raised her head, trembling.

He was met by a pair of unfathomable black eyes.

Jiang Ci.

He stood right in front of her.

They were so close you could hear each other breathing.

Three years have passed.

He has really changed.

The silver-rimmed glasses that concealed his sharpness were gone, revealing a pair of narrow, piercing, and emotionless eyes.

His cheeks were thin, and his jawline was as sharp as a knife.

The once aloof and refined young man now exudes a chilling aura of ferocity.

He looked at her.

A black storm raged in her eyes, as if it would devour her whole.

"Why are you running?"

He spoke.

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

There was no anger, no roaring.

There was only a chilling calm.

He lowered his head and moved closer to her face.

A faint, cold, and utterly emotionless smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"It's been so many years."

"Wen Ning".

"Not even a greeting?"

Wen Ning's pupils contracted sharply.

She wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

They could only tremble like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Jiang Ci looked at her terrified expression.

The sarcasm in his eyes deepened.

He extended his other hand.

The calloused fingertips landed on her chin.

Gently rub.

The movements appeared gentle, but the force was rather heavy.

It's like playing with an object that was lost and then found again, but no longer cherished.

"You've lost weight."

He commented.

There was not a trace of heartache in his tone, only cold scrutiny.

"What? Is the food abroad not good?"

"still……"

His fingers slid down her chin and stopped at her delicate throat.

The pulse there was pounding violently.

"Still that eldest son of the Zhou family? Didn't he take good care of you?"

Wen Ning's tears welled up in her eyes.

She wanted to shake her head.

I wanted to say that's not the case.

But Jiang Ci did not give her a chance to explain.

He suddenly bent down.

He leaned close to her ear.

The cool lips almost touched her earlobe.

The hot air sprayed in, sending shivers down my spine.

"Miss Wen."

His voice was as low as a ghost's.

Every word is like candy coated with poison.

"Have you had enough fun outside?"

"finally……"

He chuckled softly, cruelly uttering his final words:

"You're willing to come back?"

Wen Ning trembled violently all over.

The pain was even more intense than that night three years ago.

She bit her lower lip hard.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I dared not let them fall.

Because he was staring at her.

With those icy, penetrating eyes that seemed to see through all the dirty deals.

As if to say:

Why are you crying?

Isn't this the path you chose back then?

"Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang..."

Wen Ning finally managed to squeeze out a sound.

"have not seen you for a long time."