The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

According to the storybook, in this world, the male protagonist Jiang Duo and the female protagonist Su Zijin have various opportunities to meet.

Even though Jiang Duo was in a car accident on an extremely remote road in the suburbs, Su Zijing was able to find him immediately and take him to the hospital in time.

However, in the storybook, the love story between the male and female protagonists is always full of twists and turns, and the original owner can be considered the first stumbling block.

After taking Jiang Duo to a suburban hospital by taxi, Su Zijin took meticulous care of him for the entire day.

Coincidentally, the original owner happened to be at her grandmother's house in the suburbs that day. When she went to the hospital to pick up her medicine, she met Su Zijin, who was worried about the high hospitalization fees, at the service window.

The original owner was a high school classmate of Su Zijing, who recognized her and blushed as she asked her for money. From a few words, the original owner learned that the injured man was driving a sports car, so she went to the ward to check on him and immediately recognized Jiang Duo's prominent status.

So, the original owner lied that she was Jiang Duo's relative, and not only paid the medical expenses in advance, but also promised Su Zijin that she would contact Jiang Duo's family and persuade her to go back and rest first.

When Jiang Duo's family arrived at the hospital, the original owner claimed all the credit, lying that she had taken Jiang Duo to the hospital and taken care of him all day. By the time Su Zijing visited the hospital again the next day, Jiang Duo had already been transferred to another hospital by his family.

The storybooks describe the original owner very little, only saying that she caused countless troubles in order to truly rise to power, which made Jiang Duo increasingly disgusted with her.

Later, the original owner dropped out of school. Because he offended the Jiang family, his father's business was also severely damaged, and he went bankrupt and incurred huge debts.

To prevent her from causing further trouble, Shen's father took the original owner of this body and left the city, disappearing without a trace...

Warm spring water washed over my shoulders, and the rising white mist condensed into fine water droplets on the dark stone wall.

Shen Ci's back was pressed against the slightly hot rock soaked in spring water, the coolness and heat intertwining and seeping into her skin.

She raised her hand, pressed her fingertips against her temples, and rubbed them twice in frustration.

Jiang Duo is the heir to a wealthy family in Beijing. He is still in university. He has a handsome and gentle appearance, but he is actually ruthless and can cut off people's escape routes without making a sound.

She couldn't afford to offend someone like that.

The original owner had been dating him for over a month, and although they had never even held hands, she had gained a lot of material benefits during that time.

It's definitely not going to work to tell everyone everything now.

Tonight, the original owner planned to make some substantial progress with Jiang Duo, taking the second step on the path of courting death.

Thankfully, I only touched his leg with my hand...

For the conservative Shen Ci, this was already a shocking act.

That feeling lingers, it's unforgettable.

The steam from the hot spring was like mist, and the moment Shen Ci stepped out of the pool, she felt a chill all over her body.

She lowered her head, her pupils suddenly contracting—

What... what is this?!

Two pieces of crimson fabric, as thin as cicada wings, barely covered the rise and fall of her chest, while her waist was completely exposed. A thin rope was wrapped around the back of her neck, as if it would fall apart with the slightest tug.

His lower body was even worse... Shen Ci's face flushed instantly. His pants were so short that they barely covered his thighs, leaving his two smooth, long legs exposed to the air.

She instinctively hugged her arms tightly, her fingertips digging into her palms, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

Images of being submerged in a pig cage and drowned in a pond flashed through my mind, and cold sweat mixed with hot spring water slid down my forehead.

This is a different world.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The original owner's memories came flooding back: bikinis, swimsuits, beaches, normal clothing... these words were both unfamiliar and jarring.

Shen Ci bit her tongue, using the pain to force herself to calm down—there were no rules of etiquette or social norms, no separation between men and women; the women here walked the streets with their arms bare, and no one looked at them.

"Habit...you have to get used to it."

She muttered to herself in a hoarse voice, her fingernails leaving crescent moons on her palms.

Using the fragmented memories of the original owner, she followed the sandalwood corridor to the women's changing room.

Pushing open the door, rows of sauna suits—short-sleeved shirts and shorts—hang under the warm yellow light.

Shen Ci almost trembled as she put it on; the soft fabric wrapped around her skin, finally covering most of her exposed skin.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt uneasy.

Her gaze fell on the neatly folded white bath towel by the wall. Shen Ci took it, solemnly draped it over her shoulders, and tied it tightly in front of her chest, as if it were her last bit of self-respect and armor.

A pale face was reflected in the clear mirror.

Her makeup was a bit heavier, but her facial features were exactly the same as before.

The door to the card room was silently pushed open by the waiter.

The room was dimly lit, with a card table covered in a dark green velvet carpet in the center. Four young men sat around it, their expressions ranging from languid to sharp.

Shen Ci spotted Jiang Duo at a glance—

He sat in the shadows, casually twirling a card, his profile as hard and angular as if carved by a knife.

A woman was leaning against each side of the card table.

The woman on the left was almost nestled in the arms of the man beside her, her nail-painted fingers idly resting on her boyfriend's shoulder.

The one on the right was even more audacious, her red lips brushing against the man's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids, her laughter causing her to tremble.

Shen Ci lowered her eyelashes.

She wants to go home.

However, if someone at the card table is engrossed in their game, it would be impolite to abruptly step forward to say goodbye and interrupt their game.

She couldn't do such a thing.

Shen Ci silently retreated to a corner and sat down on a single sofa.

The bath towel was still draped over her shoulders, which she instinctively tightened, her fingertips gripping the soft fabric as if grasping the last shred of security. Beneath the shorts of her sauna suit, her legs were together and placed at an angle, her back straight as a pine tree, a dignified bearing etched into her very bones by over twenty years of upbringing.

She was as quiet as a shadow.

Do not look around, do not speak, do not approach.

It felt as if an invisible river separated us from that bustling scene.

Yet it is precisely this incongruous silence that, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, spreads rapidly and is hard to ignore.

"Young Master Jiang," the woman on the left suddenly looked up, her gaze sweeping across the card table and landing on the corner, "who is that...?"

The conversation at the card table quieted down.

The woman on the right also turned her head, her red lips slightly parted, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes—

Which woman in this room wouldn't want to be glued to a man? Yet she alone huddled in the shadows, as if the card table were some kind of monster.

Jiang Duo lifted his eyelids slightly.

He followed the gaze of the crowd and saw Shen Ci sitting on the farthest sofa, a plain white bath towel wrapped around her thin shoulders, and a section of her arm exposed under her short sleeves. However, there was no hint of frivolity in her appearance. Instead, she resembled a jade statue that had mistakenly entered a brothel, cold, aloof, and inviolable.

She didn't even look at him.

Her gaze was lowered, falling on her intertwined fingertips, as if the extravagance of the room had nothing to do with her.

The ordinary sauna suit she wore somehow exuded a strange air of nobility.

Jiang Duo's fingers, which were holding the cards, paused slightly.

Just now in the pool, she even boldly tried to seduce herself.

Unexpectedly, she stopped before he could get angry.

He had initially thought it was just another of those coy tactics, but seeing it with his own eyes, he sensed something different—

Those eyes were so still.

It is not a pretentious affectation, but a genuine, almost desolate desolation that has burned all the world's hustle and bustle to ashes.

"My girlfriend," he said casually, turning his gaze away and placing the cards face down on the table.

The room fell silent for a moment.