Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

All content in this article is fictional.

[The brain storage area is kept by our good friend, the zombie. Don't try to take the brain back!]

The moment Lu Jingxiu opened his eyes, he felt something soft against his lips.

Before my eyes were fully focused, my sense of smell caught a sweet scent mixed with shower gel.

He blinked.

The moment his vision cleared, he saw a straight, slender leg.

Beneath her fair skin were fine, bluish veins; her ankles were slender; her calves tapered smoothly upwards; her kneecaps were delicate and rounded; and further up, the skin on her inner thighs was so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

At this moment, his lips were pressed against the area above his knee, warm and soft to the touch, and covered with a little saliva that he didn't know when it had gotten there.

Lu Jingxiu's brain went blank for a full two seconds.

He maintained his half-squatting posture, his gaze moving upwards along that leg.

The hem of the nightgown barely covered the top of her thighs, and the edge of the skirt was slightly lifted due to her posture, revealing a more private section of skin and that cartoon pattern.

The cotton fabric is wrapped tightly, and the cartoon animals are printed right at the most bulging position, creating undulating lines.

"Lu Jingxiu."

The voice coming from above was calm.

Lu Jingxiu looked up abruptly and saw a girl with long, flowing hair sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at him.

She had extremely beautiful features, with cool and aloof eyes. The neckline of her nightgown hung loosely, revealing a small patch of fair skin below her collarbone.

Her expression remained unchanged, even bordering on annoyance.

"I'm no longer your girlfriend," she said, each word uttered with utter coldness. "I hope you won't... be a sore loser."

Then he pushed off with that foot.

Lu Jingxiu was kicked backward and fell to the floor, his tailbone hitting the hard wooden floor, making him wince in pain.

Before I could react, it felt like someone had hit my head with a hammer, and countless fragments of memories flooded in.

He slumped to the ground, his pupils slightly dilated.

crossed.

He traveled to another world and possessed the body of a man with the same name.

The woman in front of me is named Li Qingqing, a third-year college student and the ex-girlfriend of the original owner of this body.

A school beauty who was so poor that she ate the cheapest meal in the cafeteria, but she had a face that kept all the boys in the department up at night.

The original owner was a year older than her, had a domineering personality, and exuded arrogance and control from the bottom of her bones. She was a typical boss and was not good to her. She only knew how to command, possess, and threaten, and did not understand what it meant to give.

Not long after, Li Qingqing suddenly broke up with him.

The original owner was heartbroken after the breakup, sending messages every few days, waiting downstairs at the dormitory, and waiting at the classroom door, desperately trying to win her back—a classic example of a wife-chasing-after-the-breakup scenario.

The scene just now was the original owner coming to Li Qingqing's dormitory and harassing her.

It took Lu Jingxiu about ten seconds to process all of this, and then he remained silent for a moment.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and said expressionlessly, "Oh, I understand. I won't bother you anymore."

Then he turned around and left.

He wants to go home.

He needed a quiet place to sort through the memories of the original owner of this body and figure out exactly what kind of place he had transmigrated to.

As for the "chasing after one's wife" scenario?

What does it have to do with him?

Behind her, Li Qingqing stared at the departing figure, stunned, her expression becoming complicated.

Lu Jingxiu opened the dormitory door, and several girls who had been eavesdropping by pressing against the door panel were caught off guard and stood frozen in place, their faces showing the embarrassment of being caught.

One of them chuckled twice, his eyes darting around.

Lu Jingxiu walked through them expressionlessly.

It's okay, he thought. No matter how embarrassed they were, it wasn't as embarrassing as when he was squatting there kissing someone's leg.

He didn't say anything, forcibly maintaining a blank expression, and quickly walked past the girls down the stairs.

The original owner did not live on campus but owned a high-end apartment off-campus.

Lu Jingxiu found the campus parking lot by memory and immediately spotted the cool Aston Martin.

Its streamlined body and flashy bright blue color were so dazzling in the afternoon sun that they hurt your eyes.

Lu Jingxiu stared at the car for two seconds, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Is it really okay to be so flamboyant?

It's not that I think driving a sports car to college is particularly ostentatious.

The problem is, the original owner's father was the top official in the city. Isn't it a bit too ostentatious to have this car with such a status?

The disciplinary committee must be laughing their heads off! A huge order at the end of the year means their bonus will double.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that I had probably transmigrated into some strange script. That kind of setting is reasonable, and there's nothing to be surprised about.

He opened the car door and got in, deciding that he would sell the car when he got back and buy a more understated one.

Although the original owner's memories haven't been fully sorted out yet, it's probably a foregone conclusion that she won't be able to return to her original world.

Moreover, there are no cheat codes or operating systems.

The only thing we can rely on now is probably the background of the original owner's novel, "My Father, the Municipal Party Secretary."

This background needs to be kept well-covered; it can't be erased because of the original owner's past arrogance.

The car quickly turned off the main road and drove onto a section of road with few vehicles. The green belts on both sides were lush and green, and the roadside trees cast dappled shadows.

At this time of day on a weekday, there are almost no pedestrians on the entire road.

Lu Jingxiu's gaze swept casually across the car window, then suddenly stopped.

He slowly slowed down, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and looked through the car window toward the green belt in the distance.

Right next to that green belt, two burly men were forcing a young woman in a long dress into a black car.

The woman struggled desperately, her skirt swaying wildly over her calves, but her arms were held tightly by one of the men, while the other held her legs; the two worked together skillfully.

Her mouth was covered, so she couldn't make a sound; only her body was twisting and resisting.

No, are kidnappings now done so openly and brazenly?

Lu Jingxiu watched for a while, then silently took out his phone and dialed 110.

"Hello, officer," he said calmly, "I saw what appears to be a kidnapping. Yes, a girl, being forcibly taken into a car by two men. It's a black Mercedes, license plate number XXXXX, and the location is about 100 meters east of the intersection of XX Road and XX Street."

A confirmation voice came from the other end of the phone.

"They've gotten in the car," Lu Jingxiu said, watching the black sedan start and pull into the driveway. "I'll follow them now."