Transmigrated as the male lead's roommate's vicious girlfriend

A blinding headlight suddenly pierced through Zhou Zhishui's eyes as a taxi sped towards him. He frowned sharply, and large, fragmented spots of light appeared before his eyes.

He raised his hand to block the light, turned his head away, and took a few seconds to regain his vision.

Zhou Zhishui subconsciously looked at He Kezhou, who was getting closer and closer to the taxi.

The car was hurtling straight towards them; most people would have screamed in shock, their bodies reacting before their brains could react.

He Kezhou's gaze remained calm, neither dodging nor avoiding the question, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

He Kezhou's gaze toward the taxi sent a shiver down Zhou Zhishui's spine.

His throat tightened, and he raised his voice to He Kezhou outside the car to assure him, "Brother Zhou, this is the last time. This time, I can definitely do it. You believe me."

He Kezhou pointed his long finger and squeezed the brake on the electric vehicle.

Dark eyes, deep and serene.

The taxi driver was terrified when he saw the bread truck and the man sitting on the electric scooter in his field of vision.

He slammed on the brakes, nearly bumping into the dilapidated bread truck face-to-face.

A one-way street that can only accommodate one car has been blocked.

Zhou Zhishui cursed, his face contorted in anger. He rolled down his window completely and slapped the side of his car, which was pressed against the taxi's right-side front window, saying forcefully, "Can't you drive? Are you blind? Look at this road, it's a one-way street. You're driving the wrong way. Who's responsible if something happens?"

The taxi driver was so frightened by Zhou Zhishui's fierce expression that he dared not open the car window.

His original intention was to take a shortcut to save a kilometer or two of time so he could pick up the next order.

The platform navigation kept reminding him that he had deviated from the route.

The way the woman in the back seat looked up at him made him panic, and he turned the wrong way.

He didn't know why he felt so guilty.

The ride-hailing platform has strict controls, so even if he wanted to steal, he didn't have the guts.

By the time he realized what was happening, he had already driven into this pitch-black driveway lined with zombies parked there to save on parking fees.

The taxi's rear window slowly rolled down, revealing the woman's pale, mountain-mist-like face. Her eyebrows and eyes were faint and distant, her skin was as cold as jade, and her wispy hair fell beside her cheeks. Her eyes were calm and undisturbed, and she was dressed simply, as quiet as the lingering morning mist, faint yet striking.

When Zhou Zhishui saw that familiar face, he rubbed his eyes hard as if he had seen a ghost.

After repeating this three times, Lan Zheng opened the car door, went around to the trunk of the taxi, and took the suitcase out of the trunk.

The wheels of the suitcase made a slight scraping sound as they rolled on the ground.

Zhou Zhishui finally accepted that the woman in his sight was indeed Lan Zheng.

He couldn't understand, and dared not imagine, why Lan Zheng, who should have been living the life of a wealthy wife in the capital, would suddenly appear in Xincheng.

In fact, it appeared in the area where the car dealership is located.

The taxi reversed and drove away, so fast it looked like a ghost was chasing him.

Lan Zheng glanced sideways at Zhou Zhishui, whose face looked like a spilled palette of colors, then her gaze fell lightly on the man half a meter away from the bread cart.

The man didn't look at her; he glanced down at his phone to check the time.

Lan Zheng pulled her suitcase to a spot where she wouldn't get in their way. "You two keep going, I'll wait for you to finish."

Zhou Zhishui opened the car door and pointed in the direction of Lan Zheng to He Kezhou: "Let me deal with this trouble first, and then we can continue."

He stared down at Lan Zheng with a grim face, gritting his teeth: "Why are you here?"

Seeing Zhou Zhishui's uncontrollable anger, Lan Zheng calmly said, "Find him."

Two seemingly insignificant words caused Zhou Zhishui's heart to surge and boil.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes revealing no trace of ferocity.

Lan Zheng took a half step back. "Don't look at me like you're going to devour me alive."

Zhou Zhishui laughed angrily, "Lan Zheng, you really make me look down on you."

Lan Zheng kicked Meng Yizhen away and threw herself into Su Chongzhao's arms without looking back, announcing her marriage registration on her WeChat Moments.

When Meng Yizhen had just broken up with her boyfriend, she was addicted to smoking and drinking, and she even called out his name in her dreams.

This woman's heart is as hard as stone.

If your heart is cold, then stay cold and hard to the end.

Just when Zhen was about to let go, this woman suddenly reappeared.

That's incredibly vicious.

Zhou Zhishui closed his eyes briefly before speaking again, regaining his composure and rationality: "Lan Zheng, you dumped Zhen Ge without looking back. I'm begging you, please don't bother him."

"If you leave now, I won't tell Zhen-ge about seeing you tonight."

"If Zhen-ge knew you came to Xincheng to see him, he would really kill you."

"You know better than I do how much he hates you."

Lan Zheng chuckled softly, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly: "Being killed by him is better than dying at someone else's hands."

Zhou Zhishui stared intently at her face.

Lan Zheng's figure is even thinner and more frail than it was four months ago.

She stood there, her pale face and weary eyes making Zhou Zhishui realize almost instantly that Lan Zheng might have gotten into serious trouble.

He was even angrier.

He was angry that Su Chongzhao couldn't protect his woman, and even more angry that she hadn't lived a good life after leaving Meng Yizhen.

His chest heaved violently several times, his eyes gleaming with mockery, his entire being shrouded in barely suppressed rage: "If Su Chongzhao can't protect you, what makes you think Brother Zhen can, or will even protect you?"

Lan Zheng squatted by the roadside and turned on her phone, which had only 3% battery left: "Just think of me as someone who's desperate and grasping at straws."

Zhou Zhishui roughly pulled her up, not wanting her to continue getting in his way.

"He's not right in the head, go see a psychiatrist."

Lan Zheng's long sleeves slipped down to her elbows, and the bruises on her arms startled Zhou Zhishui.

He suddenly released his grip on her wrist.

Lan Zheng lowered her eyes and noticed that the buttons on the cuffs of her long sleeves had come off at some point.

She lowered her arms, letting her sleeves cover the bruises on her arms again.

Their argument made He Kezhou, who was waiting to the side, look up.

Lan Zheng glanced at He Kezhou, who was looking up at her, but spoke to Zhou Zhishui: "Your friend is still waiting for you."

Zhou Zhishui told himself not to pity or sympathize with this woman.

Lan Zheng chose Su Chongzhao, but Su Chongzhao treated her badly and abused her. All of this was her own fault.

He should feel relieved that she's not doing well.

But he felt no joy at all.

She had never been in such a bad state when she was with Meng Yizhen.

Lan Zheng's refusal to appear before Meng Yizhen is tantamount to courting death.

She's had enough of living, let her be.

Zhou Zhishui has already wasted enough time on her.

The fluctuations in his emotions caused Zhou Zhishui to press the accelerator harder.

The vehicle was intended to collide with He Kezhou along the planned trajectory, but unexpectedly, He Kezhou twisted the handlebars of his electric scooter and headed straight for the oncoming bread truck.

The deafening crash of metal colliding was deafening.

Lan Zheng watched as Zhou Zhishui's van knocked the man on the electric scooter several meters away.

The man was thrown forward, landing on his back from the impact.

This ruthlessness and madness made Lan Zheng's eyelids twitch heavily.