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

That night, Wen Ning didn't know how she left the club.

The check in my hand was burning hot.

five million.

What would be an astronomical sum for an ordinary person is, for the Zhou family now, a drop in the ocean.

Back at the Zhou family villa.

The once brightly lit mansion now exudes an aura of decay and death.

Most of the servants were dismissed, and the withered leaves in the garden were left unswept, swirling and spinning in the wind.

The hall was a mess.

Lin Xuemei, the mother, sat on the sofa with her hair disheveled and her eyes red and swollen from crying.

The coffee table was piled high with lawyer's letters and payment reminders.

"Ningning! You're back!"

Upon seeing Wen Ning enter, Lin Xuemei rushed over as if she had seen a savior and grabbed her hand.

"Where's the money? Has the painting been sold?"

Wen Ning took out the check.

Lin Xuemei snatched it away and counted the zeros on it.

"Five million...five million..."

The light in her eyes shone for a moment, then quickly dimmed, even turning into despair.

"It's not enough... This amount of money is simply not enough..."

Lin Xuemei collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

"The bank is coming to foreclose on the house tomorrow! Those creditors said they'll send Ashu to jail if he doesn't pay back the money!"

"That's a hole of hundreds of millions! What can five million do? It's not even enough to cover the interest!"

Wen Ning's heart sank to the bottom.

"Where's my older brother?"

"In the study."

Lin Xuemei pointed upstairs and cried uncontrollably.

"He's locked himself up all day, not eating or drinking. Ningning, you need to go and talk to him; the Zhou family can't do without him!"

……

The study was filled with smoke.

The lights were off.

Only a tiny bit of scarlet was flashing at the fingertips.

Zhou Xu sat behind a large desk.

The once spirited and arrogant eldest son of the Zhou family seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

His shirt collar was open, and his face was full of dejection.

"Big brother."

Wen Ning went inside and coughed as she was choked by the smell of smoke.

Zhou Xu looked up.

Upon seeing that it was her, he stubbed out his cigarette.

"I'm back."

His voice was hoarse and rough.

"Did the painting sell?"

"Sold."

Wen Ning walked to the table.

"But... Mom said it wasn't enough."

Zhou Xu gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Of course not."

"The Zhou family is not facing a lack of money this time."

"Someone wants us dead."

Wen Ning was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Xu stood up.

He walked to the window and looked at the pitch-black night outside.

His back looked particularly hunched.

"In the past six months, no matter which bank or investment institution I approached..."

"The moment they hear it's a Zhou family project, their attitude changes immediately."

"Even my former brothers won't answer my calls now."

He turned around and looked at Wen Ning.

His eyes were extremely complex.

There was guilt, helplessness, and a hint of resignation that I had already anticipated.

"Ningning."

"Do you know who's targeting us?"

Wen Ning's fingers trembled slightly.

That name was on the tip of my tongue.

ready to come out.

"It's Limitless."

Zhou Xu gave the answer.

"It's Jiang Ci."

"He made a statement within the industry."

"Anyone who dares to help the Zhou family is going against Limitless. They're going against Jiang Ci."

"In the business world of City A today, no one dares to offend this newly crowned 'Living Yama'."

"He blocked all the roads."

"He's driving us to a dead end."

Wen Ning felt as if all the blood in her body had turned cold.

original.

This is the truth.

He wasn't just taking revenge on her; he was taking revenge on the entire Zhou family.

He is taking revenge for the "contempt" and "coercion" he suffered back then.

"He's waiting for you."

Zhou Xu looked at her, his tone calm to the point of being cruel.

"He tightened the net."

"The only way out is you."

"As soon as he gives the word, those banks and investors will come right back."

"With just one word from him, the Zhou family can survive."

"but……"

Zhou Xu paused, then gave a wry smile.

"I won't force you. We wronged him back then, and this is retribution. If you don't want to beg him, we'll file for bankruptcy."

"At worst, I'll go to jail for a few years."

Wen Ning looked at Zhou Xu.

Looking at her brother, who had provided her with shelter, sent her abroad, and even taken the blame for her acting when she was at her most desperate, she felt a pang of sadness.

She owes him.

If it weren't for Zhou Xu's secret financial support over the past three years, she might have died in a foreign land long ago.

She couldn't stand by and watch the Zhou family collapse, much less see Zhou Xu go to prison.

"I'll go."

Wen Ning's voice was soft, yet unusually firm.

"I'll go and beg him."

……

The next morning.

Wen Ning pulled out that old wallet that had been hidden away at the bottom of the box.

In the interlayer, I found a yellowed business card.

That was printed during Jiang Ci's sophomore year, when he started his first business.

There was only one name and one phone number on it.

She was holding her phone.

Take a deep breath.

I dialed that number that I used to know by heart.

"beep--"

After a long note.

A cold, mechanical female voice came through:

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service..."

Wen Ning's hand fell to his side.

Expected.

Three years.

He changed his phone number, his social circle, and his life long ago.

He severed all ties with the past.

including her.

I want to see him.

That's the only place we can go.

……

City A CBD.

Shanghai World Financial Center.

This towering skyscraper, reaching into the clouds, is like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

The glass curtain wall reflects a cold, hard light under the sunlight.

This is the center of power.

It is also Jiang Ci's territory.

10:00 AM.

It was right after the morning rush hour.

Wen Ning stood downstairs at the bottom of the building.

Tilt your head back.

Looking at that impossibly high top floor, I felt a wave of dizziness.

She dressed up specially for today.

She was wearing a classic camel cashmere coat, with the belt cinched tightly at the waist, outlining her slender yet still graceful figure.

Inside was a long white silk dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze.

This was a birthday gift Zhou Xu gave her three years ago. Although it was an older model, she had taken excellent care of it, and its noble air remained undiminished.

She wore delicate, light makeup.

She concealed the dark circles under her eyes and her pale complexion, and chose a rosy red lipstick to brighten her complexion.

Her hair was loosely tied up with a pearl hairpin, revealing her long and graceful swan neck.

She still looks like that beautiful, elegant, ethereal goddess.

Standing among the elite crowd in the CBD, he was the most eye-catching one.

She clutched her old lambskin handbag tightly in her hand.

My palms were covered in cold sweat.

Wen Ning took a deep breath.

She started walking.

I walked through the revolving glass door.