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

Lobby on the first floor of Limitless Building.

This is a place where elites gather, and everyone coming and going wears a name tag, walking briskly with a brisk pace.

Wen Ning stood at the front desk.

Her exquisite camel coat and elegant makeup made her look like a wealthy young lady from a business partnership.

"I'm sorry, Miss Wen."

The receptionist checked the system three times, her tone remaining polite yet distant.

"Without an appointment, I cannot inform you on your behalf. Mr. Jiang's schedule is already booked until next month."

"Could you... make a phone call for me?"

Wen Ning gripped her handbag tightly, her fingertips turning white.

"Even just telling him he's downstairs would be fine. I am... I am an old acquaintance of his."

"Sorry, many 'old acquaintances' come to see President Jiang every day."

The receptionist clearly mistook her for one of those women who wanted to climb the social ladder.

"If you don't want to leave, you can wait in the rest area over there. But security may clear the area after their shift ends."

Wen Ning bit her lip.

She didn't argue, but turned and walked to the rest area in the corner of the hall.

He did not sit down.

She just stood there.

Standing perfectly straight.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Although the high heels aren't as high as they used to be, standing for a long time still causes excruciating ankle pain.

Employees passing by pointed and whispered among themselves.

Until 5 p.m.

The private elevator door in the lobby opened.

Zhang Annian came out.

He was wearing a dark blue suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He was no longer the timid, homebody who followed Jiang Ci around back then, but the composed and confident Vice President Zhang.

He spotted the figure in the corner immediately.

It's too conspicuous.

Even just standing there quietly, the beauty and sense of fragility etched into its very bones are impossible to ignore.

"Sister-in-law..."

Zhang Annian subconsciously wanted to call out that name, but he swallowed it back.

He walked over with a complicated expression.

"Miss Wen."

He greeted her politely.

Wen Ning suddenly looked up.

Upon seeing an acquaintance, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, which quickly turned into pleading.

"Zhang Annian...I want to see him."

Zhang Annian looked at her.

He sighed.

"Come with me."

"Brother Ci... President Jiang is on the top floor."

……

The elevator goes directly to the top floor.

As the numbers ticked, Wen Ning's heart clenched.

"bite."

The door opened.

"I'll leave you here."

Zhang Annian stood at the elevator entrance, but did not go out.

"There's no one else on this floor, only him."

"Miss Wen...take care."

Wen Ning stepped out of the elevator.

The thick carpet beneath my feet absorbed all the sound.

At the end of the corridor stood a heavy double mahogany door.

She took a deep breath.

walk over.

Knock on the door.

"Enter."

A deep voice came from inside.

The sound was somewhat distorted through the door, yet it was still chilling enough to make one shiver.

Wen Ning pushed open the door.

The office is very large.

The style is extremely spacious and minimalist, with black, white and gray tones, cold and hard, devoid of any warmth.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies the steel forest of the entire city.

Jiang Ci sat behind that large black desk.

With his back to the door.

I was watching the sunset outside the window.

He had a pen between his fingers.

It turned around casually.

He didn't turn around when he heard footsteps.

But that back view exuded a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere.

Wen Ning closed the door.

I stood about five meters away from the desk.

I dare not go any closer.

"General Manager Jiang."

She spoke.

His voice was somewhat dry, and even carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Jiang Ci paused for a moment.

The chair rotates.

He slowly turned around.

Those deep, narrow eyes, five meters away, coldly locked onto her.

His gaze swept over her without restraint.

From her elegant updo to her expensive coat, and even the way she clutched her handbag tightly.

"Is this how you ask for help?"

He spoke.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"You're dressed so beautifully, anyone who didn't know better would think you're here for a banquet."

"What? The Zhou family went bankrupt, but they still haven't forgotten to buy you new clothes?"

Wen Ning's face turned pale instantly.

This was her last act of dignity.

But in his eyes, it became irrefutable proof of vanity.

"General Manager Jiang..."

Wen Ning suppressed his humiliation and lowered his head.

"I've come to... ask you for a favor."

"Beg me?"

Jiang Ci toyed with the fountain pen in his hand.

It was a limited edition Montblanc pen, with a jet-black body and a gleaming nib.

"What do you want from me?"

"Are you begging me to show mercy and spare the Zhou family?"

"Or are you begging me to spare your useless brother's life?"

"Yes."

Wen Ning gritted his teeth and admitted it.

"As long as you're willing to give in and get the bank to unfreeze the funds... I'll do anything you ask."

"You can do anything?"

Jiang Ci repeated the sentence.

He laughed suddenly.

The smile didn't reach his eyes; only a chilling aura remained.

He suddenly stood up.

I walked around the desk and approached her step by step.

That powerful sense of oppression came crashing down on him as he approached.

Wen Ning instinctively wanted to back away, but forced herself to stay rooted to the spot.

Jiang Ci stopped in front of her.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

He reached out and gently lifted her chin with the cool cap of his pen.

This forced her to look up at him.

"Wen Ning".

His voice was soft, yet every word was piercing.

"Aren't you overestimating yourself?"

"What valuables do you have left on you?"

"Where has that arrogance gone?"

"Weren't you so noble when you abandoned me?"

"How come you're now humbling yourself to beg me for money?"

He looked at the tears welling up in her eyes, but felt no pleasure, only a more intense rage.

"You really are..."

He moved closer to her, his eyes filled with disgust.

"Nothing has changed."

"The same snobbery, the same hypocrisy."

Wen Ning finally couldn't hold back her tears.

It slid down her cheek.

It dripped onto his pen.

"sorry……"

She could only say these three words.

"That's enough!"

Jiang Ci recoiled as if he had been burned, abruptly pulling his hand back.

He slammed the pen heavily onto the coffee table next to him.

A crisp "snap" sound.

Ink splattered out, staining the white carpet black.

I don't want to hear "I'm sorry".

He turned around, his back to her, his voice cold and hard as iron.

"You want me to let the Zhou family go?"

"Can."

He pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

His tone was cruel, carrying an almost perverse probing quality.

"Kneel down."

"Kneel down and beg me."

"Perhaps... I'll consider it."

He didn't actually want to see her kneeling.

He just wanted to see, for the sake of that stepbrother with whom he had no blood relation, for the sake of that so-called family.

How far can she actually go?

Where exactly is her bottom line?

Is it true that as long as you pay her, she'll do anything? Even kneel down before her "ex"?

Wen Ning was stunned.

She looked at that proud figure from behind.

Then I looked down at the cold carpet beneath my feet.

Kneel down.

This is a complete trampling of dignity.

but.

If they don't kneel, the Zhou family is finished.

Zhou Xuhui will go to jail.

The older brother who helped her when she was at her most desperate will suffer an irreparable fate.

Wen Ning closed her eyes.

Take a deep breath.

"it is good."

She said softly.

then.

Her knees bent.

The body slowly sank.

Jiang Ci had his back to her.

But he heard the sound of fabric rubbing together.

I heard the sound of someone about to kneel down.

Did she really kneel?

Would she really kneel down for Zhou Xu?

Back then, in order to break up, she so resolutely trampled on his dignity.

Now, for another man, she's even willing to kneel down?

"Bang--!"

A loud bang.

Just a second before Wen Ning's knees were about to touch the carpet.

Jiang Ci suddenly turned around.

He kicked over the chair next to him.

A violent roar exploded in the office:

"Stand up straight!!"

"Who gave you permission to kneel?!"

He rushed over.

He grabbed her arm and roughly lifted her off the ground.

Those eyes were frighteningly red, as if they wanted to devour someone.

"Wen Ning, you're so despicable."

He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling.

"You'd really do anything for money?"

Wen Ning's bones ached from his grip.

But seeing him lose control, her tears flowed even more fiercely.