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

7:55 a.m.

Top floor of Limitless Building.

The elevator doors opened.

Wen Ning took a deep breath and stepped into Jiang Ci's independent kingdom.

She wore a black business suit today.

Although the cut was ordinary, she had lost a lot of weight in the past three years, and her waist was cinched very tightly, which gave her a kind of ascetic and cold feeling.

Her hair was pulled back low, revealing her long, slender neck.

That was the standard "assistant" attire.

"Pretty punctual."

A cold voice came from behind the desk.

Jiang Ci has arrived.

He seemed to never need rest and was always full of energy.

At that moment, he was looking down at the documents, with a cup of black coffee that had long since gone cold beside him.

"General Manager Jiang."

Wen Ning walked to the table, placed his hands together in front of him, and adopted a respectful posture.

"What should I do?"

Jiang Ci did not look up.

He casually tossed a thick stack of invoices and expense reports onto the corner of the table.

"Put these categories on the label and enter them into the system."

"Then go and clean up the rest area over there."

"Go downstairs to Starbucks and buy an Americano, no sugar, no milk, and hot."

"Yes."

Wen Ning did not complain, nor did he show the slightest dissatisfaction.

She picked up the pile of documents and sat down at the small table that had been prepared especially for her in the corner.

……

All morning.

The only sounds in the office were the clatter of keyboards and the rustling of papers.

Wen Ning did it meticulously.

She washed dishes and painted portraits on the streets of Paris, and had long since shed any notion of being "delicate."

This little bit of work is nothing to her now.

Noon.

Jiang Ci is going to a business lunch.

I'm going out for a bit.

He put on his coat, walked to the door, and paused for a moment.

He turned around and glanced at Wen Ning, who was still engrossed in pasting invoices.

"I don't want to come back and see a speck of dust in the rest area."

He coldly uttered those words.

He pushed open the door and left.

Wen Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

That suffocating sense of oppression finally disappeared.

She stood up and stretched her sore neck.

Walk to the rest area.

That was a corner of the office, separated by semi-transparent frosted glass.

Inside, there are genuine leather sofas and coffee tables, as well as a huge floor-to-ceiling window that provides excellent natural light.

Wen Ning picked up a rag and began wiping the coffee table.

It's actually very clean here; the cleaning lady cleans it every day.

Jiang Ci made her clean purely to torment her.

After wiping the table.

Wen Ning turned around, preparing to wipe the windowsill.

however.

The moment she turned around.

Her gaze lingered on the sunniest corner of the French windows.

There were several potted green plants there.

In this prime, luxuriously decorated, and high-tech penthouse office.

These few potted plants seem out of place.

Those were several ordinary potted plants, including pothos and snake plants, and a money tree.

You could even say it's somewhat cheap.

It's the kind of common flower that you can buy for a dozen yuan at a roadside flower and bird market.

Wen Ning's hand, holding the rag, froze in mid-air.

She remembers these plants.

Of course she remembers.

That was three years ago.

In that dilapidated warehouse filled with the smell of instant noodles.

In order to complete the "dislike" task issued by the system, she pinched her nose and gestured wildly to have a bunch of things delivered by same-city express delivery.

That was a prop she used to "humiliate" him about his poor working conditions.

At that time, she said, "This is for the sake of my nose, not for yours."

Three years have passed.

That dilapidated warehouse has been transformed into a skyscraper.

Those old computers were transformed into top-tier servers.

Even Zhang Annian and his team have gone through countless rounds of equipment replacements.

But these few cheap green plants.

It's still there.

Wen Ning slowly walked over.

Squat down.

The original simple plastic flower pots have been replaced with expensive Ru kiln porcelain pots.

The soil inside is new nutrient soil.

Each leaf was wiped until it was glossy and green, without even a speck of dust.

Clearly, they were taken very well.

It was even more favored than anything else in this office.

That money tree has grown a lot taller.

The pothos vines droop down, full of vitality.

Wen Ning reached out her hand, trembling.

My fingertips gently touched the cool leaf.

Tears fell without warning.

It landed on the leaf and broke into several pieces.

Why?

If he hates her.

Why keep these things that she "given away" back then?

Why put them in the sunniest spot closest to him and take such good care of them?

"Aci..."

Wen Ning covered her mouth.

Beneath that facade of hatred, a crack seemed to have appeared.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Wen Ning trembled with fright.

He turned around abruptly.

Jiang Ci returned at some point.

He stood at the entrance to the rest area.

He held the car keys in his hand, his face terribly gloomy.

He saw it.

I saw her squatting in front of those potted plants.

I saw the tear tracks on her face.

That instant.

A flicker of panic crossed Jiang Ci's eyes, realizing his secret had been discovered, but it quickly transformed into a violent rage born of shame and embarrassment.

He strode over.

He grabbed Wen Ning's wrist and pulled her up from the ground.

The force was so great it felt like it was going to crush her bones.

"Who gave you permission to touch them?"

He questioned her sternly.

"I told you to clean, not to touch my things!"

Wen Ning endured the pain, looking at him through teary eyes.

"Jiang Ci... these are..."

Are they the ones I bought back then?

"Shut up."

Jiang Ci interrupted her.

He released his grip, as if disgusted, and pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands.

She also wiped the leaf that had been wet with her tears.

He had his back to her.

The voice regained its chilling indifference.

Don't overthink it.

"I kept them not because I couldn't forget the past."

He turned around.

He looked down at Wen Ning.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"I just want to keep them."

"I remind myself of this constantly."

"How stupid I was back then."

"How could someone mistake the charity of a vain woman for genuine concern?"

"The better these plants thrive."

"That just proves how blind I was back then."

Every single word.

They're all like a knife.

It not only pierced Wen Ning's body, but also pierced his own heart.

Wen Ning's face was as pale as paper.

She lowered her head.

"I'm sorry...Mr. Jiang."

"I won't touch it again..."

"go out."

Jiang Ci pointed to the door.

"Don't get in my way."

Wen Ning fled the rest area as if he were escaping.

Jiang Ci stood still.

Looking at that potted green ivy.

The ruthless facade she had just maintained crumbled the moment Wen Ning closed the door.

He stretched out his hand.

Her fingertips gently caressed the leaf that had been dampened by her tears.

The movements were incredibly gentle.

Remind yourself how stupid you are?

Oh.

That's nonsense.

These three years.

Whenever he couldn't take it anymore, whenever he hated so much that he wanted to destroy everything.

He would come here to water them and wipe their leaves.