Jiangbei City Public Security Bureau.
As Sun Xiaoyu was sorting through files, her face suddenly turned pale. Countless memories flooded into her mind.
“Chengye!” she suddenly looked up, eyes filled with tears.
She immediately threw down the file in her hands, jumped into her Porsche Panamera, and roared away from the bureau—racing straight to Jiang Chengye’s home.
At the same time, inside a secluded villa in Jiangbei City.
Zhou Siyun, who was in the middle of reprimanding her subordinates, froze.
A flash of disbelief crossed her eyes. She quickly dismissed her men and stood alone in front of the mirror, staring at herself.
Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.
“Chengye, this time… it’s my turn to protect you!”
…
Jiang Chengye was driving home when suddenly, a Porsche Panamera zoomed past him at an alarming speed.
Damn, that speed was insane!
He instinctively glanced at the license plate—and his heart tightened.
“Sh*t! Sun Xiaoyu!” Jiang Chengye blurted out, eyes fixed on the rapidly vanishing car. The direction she was headed—wasn’t that toward his house?
He swallowed hard, then quietly turned the car around and headed the other way.
If he went home now, knowing Sun Xiaoyu’s temper, she might just force herself on him on the spot.
He silently pulled out his phone and called Liu Yun.
After two rings, Liu Yun’s annoying voice came through, “Boss? What’s up? Going clubbing?”
Jiang Chengye hadn’t shown up for the past couple of nights, leaving Liu Yun totally confused—he thought maybe Jiang Chengye had gone celibate.
“Clubbing my *ss. I’m coming to hide out at your place. Open the door for me later!”
Jiang Chengye said flatly, then hung up.
Liu Yun’s family wasn’t a wealthy clan, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he came from a pretty well-off household.
His dad owned a small company and had gone to university with Jiang Chengye. The two were like-minded degenerates, often drinking and clubbing together.
Before long, Jiang Chengye parked under a luxury apartment complex.
This was Liu Yun’s residence.
After graduation, his dad bought him this place outright, saying he was too annoying to have at home. Now he just sent him monthly pocket money—free-range style.
Honestly, envy.
Back in the day, whenever Jiang Chengye went out partying and didn’t hook up with anyone, he’d crash at Liu Yun’s place.
And now, during this crisis, it was the perfect refuge. With all the female leads having regained their memories, they were more dangerous than ever. In Jiang Chengye’s eyes, they were now the villains!
Liu Yun looked like he’d just woken up, probably after another wild night.
This guy wasn’t bad-looking—definitely at the handsome level, especially with that trendy Kun-style hairstyle. It gave him a striking edge.
On the coffee table, a few condoms were still lying around.
“Bro, who are you hiding from?” Liu Yun asked, cigarette dangling from his mouth.
“Don’t ask. I’m hiding from the police.”
Liu Yun shivered, “You took out that security guard?” He made a throat-slitting gesture.
Damn. Ruthless. That poor guard just made funny videos to support his family, and now he’s dead?
That’s terrifying!
Jiang Chengye stared at him speechlessly. “Do I look like someone who kills for fun?”
Liu Yun nodded, “Yeah, kinda.”
“You son of a—”
Jiang Chengye slapped him on the head.
“Ah, haven’t been hit in two days. That’s better now,” Liu Yun looked delighted.
Jiang Chengye shuddered. Right, this guy had a masochistic streak. He’d totally forgotten.
“Get lost!” Jiang Chengye kicked him aside, then slouched deeper into the couch. “I’m gonna rest. Don’t bother me!”
Liu Yun rubbed his butt, looking wronged as he sat nearby.
…
Meanwhile, Sun Xiaoyu’s Panamera screeched to a halt outside Jiang Chengye’s villa.
The two bodyguards at the entrance, casually smoking and chatting, jumped in fright as the sports car suddenly appeared.
When they saw a stunning woman in full police uniform step out, their eyes lit up.
“Is Jiang Chengye home?” Sun Xiaoyu asked urgently.
So aggressive? Did the young master get into trouble again? She even chased him to his house!
The two exchanged glances.
Even through their sunglasses, they could read each other’s thoughts.
“Our young master’s not home—he went out.”
Sun Xiaoyu looked visibly disappointed.
She glanced at the two men. She recognized them—they were Jiang Chengye’s usual entourage.
“Do you know where he went?”
They shook their heads. Lately, Jiang Chengye had been acting strange. He used to take them everywhere, but now he was always going out alone.
Sun Xiaoyu returned to her car, sat quietly for a moment, staring at the luxurious villa. Her desire to see Jiang Chengye was overwhelming.
“Tang Shiyu, I know Chengye chased after you first. But I’m sorry—Heaven gave me this second chance. Now that I’ve regained my past-life memories, Chengye can only be mine.” Her eyes gleamed with ambition.
…
At the Dragon King’s Den, Ye Chen stood by the window, staring directly at the building across.
Inside the opposite apartment, a couple was busy making a baby—in broad daylight, curtains wide open.
Well, if they wanted to do it, fine, but could they at least close the damn curtains?
As a concerned citizen, Ye Chen felt obligated to remind them—but now wasn’t the right time.
So he simply kept watching.
Hand on gun, observing.
Suddenly, the man across noticed Ye Chen’s presence and quickly paused his movements, shut the curtains, and even flipped Ye Chen off through the glass.
A flicker of killing intent passed through Ye Chen’s eyes. He had only wanted to kindly remind them, and this was the response?
His fists clenched—but then he sighed.
This wasn’t abroad. He had to restrain himself. Otherwise, he would’ve just pulled out an AK and gone full auto.
“Good intentions treated like garbage,” Ye Chen muttered, standing upright again.
He couldn’t see anymore, but he still hadn’t lowered his gun.
Since returning to the Dragon Nation, he hadn’t touched a woman. Overseas, he had blondes every day.
After confirming his relationships with Tang Shiyu and the other female leads, he hadn’t even held hands with them.
Having all these beauties nearby but unable to touch them—Ye Chen was suffering.
“I really need to deal with these physical urges,” Ye Chen thought grimly.
He pulled out a card from his pocket.
On it was a phone number and a photo of a scantily clad woman—in a sexy flight attendant uniform.
Just the sight made Ye Chen feel tempted.
He had picked up this little flyer on the street by accident. It was well-made, so he kept it on him. And now, it had its use.
“Same-city service… Who would’ve thought that the mighty Dragon King would end up ordering takeout like this. Shiyu, Xiaoyu, Siyun… you’ll understand me, right? After all, I’ve got nothing better to do right now.”
According to the plotline, Ye Chen was still working as a security guard, constantly harassed by thugs sent by Jiang Chengye.
But he hadn’t even seen Jiang Chengye yet—and just witnessed someone else making babies across the street. That had really pushed him over the edge.
He needed something to do—fast.
A crooked, wicked smile tugged at Ye Chen’s lips. He picked up his phone and made the call.
Let the wild ride begin!