In her sleep, she felt someone kissing her. Soft lashes brushed against her cheek, ticklish and light.
Warm, damp lips lingered by her ear before gently—but not too gently—nibbling on her earlobe.
She let out a soft hum and, still drowsy, pushed away the fluffy head near her.
“Stop it, A-Mian~”
The arm wrapped around her waist stiffened for a moment before releasing her.
The air instantly fell silent. Cen Zhi’ning vaguely sensed killing intent.
The system’s roar exploded in her ear—
【Wrong! You said the wrong name! Host, how could you make such a low-level mistake? This is the third male lead you’re攻略ing—Jin Yihan—not Jiang Jingmian!】
Hearing the system’s voice, Cen Zhi’ning abruptly opened her misty eyes.
After being thoroughly tossed around by Jin Yihan the entire night, her body felt like it had been run over by a train. She had just opened her mouth to speak—
When her throat was suddenly seized.
“Cen Zhi’ning, whose name were you calling just now?”
She slapped at the arm gripping her neck, her voice hoarse.
“Let go first—”
Jin Yihan let out a cold snort. A gentle smile curved his lips, yet his eyes churned with morbid possessiveness. His soft tone carried hidden blades.
“You climb into my bed and call another man’s name. Cen Zhi’ning, you’ve got some nerve.”
She had no idea what happened—somehow she’d blurted out the name of the second male lead she’d conquered.
Help. This is social suicide!
Ignoring the tightening grip on her throat, she forced out two tears.
“I was dreaming about eating instant noodles. I was really getting into it… and then you woke me up…”
The excuse was painfully flimsy.
“Instant noodles?”
Jin Yihan clearly didn’t believe her, though he loosened his hand slightly.
“You’re quite good at making excuses.”
“If I’m lying, I’m a puppy.”
Cen Zhi’ning held his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.
“I love you this much—how could I possibly call another man’s name? Is Young Master Jin really that lacking in confidence?”
Blinking innocently, she rubbed against his palm like a coquettish kitten.
“A woman who’s loved an eagle—how could she settle for anything less? Don’t you agree?”
Only then did Jin Yihan slowly lift her chin, smiling faintly.
“That sweet mouth of yours?”
She immediately puckered her lips and leaned closer.
“Sweet or not—why don’t you have a taste?”
The corner of his lips lifted. His dark eyes fixed on her as he truly lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, biting down on her lower lip in punishment.
“Muttering softly, he said, “Cen Zhi’ning, you’re mine.”
Having narrowly escaped disaster, she finally let out a breath of relief.
【Host, Jin Yihan’s possessiveness has risen to 40%.】
Great. After a year and a month of effort, instead of decreasing, it had gone up.
Cen Zhi’ning sighed deeply.
In real life, she’d died in a car accident. She’d transmigrated into this Mary Sue NP novel years ago.
In the original story, all the male leads loved the innocent white-flower heroine. They would go mad for her—banging their heads against walls and pulling each other’s hair out.
At the same time, all four male leads were obsessive lunatics—forceful confinement, locking her in dark rooms, tying her up like a rice dumpling, stabbing each other—until they drove the heroine to suicide.
The system had told her that as long as she conquered all four male leads, taught them love, hate, anger, and desire, reduced their respective “obsession values,” prevented them from blackening and spiraling into madness, and changed the heroine’s doomed ending—she would truly live.
So she worked tirelessly to攻略 all four of them. Up to now, she had successfully conquered two.
The first was Qi Yanheng, her childhood sweetheart who lived under the same roof—a gloomy, damp, ghost-like man crawling in the shadows. After she lowered his gloominess to normal levels, she found an excuse to study abroad.
Overseas, she攻略ed the second male lead, Jiang Jingmian, a young idol who rose to fame early and suffered severe depression. After lowering his depression value, she faked having a terminal illness and “died,” then returned to the country.
Jin Yihan was the third.
Born into privilege, heir to a top-tier conglomerate, and the largest shareholder of Sri Lan Noble Academy, he held absolute authority. His industries spanned the globe, covering energy, real estate, and other monopolistic sectors.
Perfect in every aspect—except he was addicted to control. A refined scoundrel with overwhelming possessiveness. Lower his control value, and she would succeed.
Fortunately, Jin Yihan was actually very easy to coax.
And honestly—he was exactly her type.
Nine-head-tall proportions, extraordinary temperament, devastatingly handsome features made for conquest, and an incredibly pleasant voice.
Especially when he smiled—thick brows, sharp eyes, cool and unruly. Her heart couldn’t help but tremble.
To get close to him, she painstakingly practiced the game he liked. Though he was cold and indifferent at first, he couldn’t withstand her sugar-coated bombardment.
Later, they became regular gaming partners, even formed a CP, queued up together on voice chat. Over time, their online relationship developed into romance.
After a year of online dating, they’d officially met in person for just a month. His possessiveness had originally dropped to 20%, but now it had regressed instead of improving.
She felt like crying without tears. Time was running out—she had to finish before transferring schools.
After going back to sleep, she woke to see Jin Yihan walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of instant noodles.
“You’re awake?”
His well-defined fingers gripped the porcelain bowl. The muscle lines along his arms were smooth and powerful.
Broad shoulders, firm abs trailing downward beneath that ridiculous apron.
Gulp.
Cen Zhi’ning swallowed.
Jin Yihan had even more to offer than she’d imagined. She was really the one benefiting here.
Wrapping herself in a robe, she sniffed lightly.
“Smells so good.”
He placed the noodles on the dining table.
“Weren’t you insisting on instant noodles? I had the apartment butler deliver them this morning. Just have a few bites first. I’ve booked a restaurant—we’ll go out later.”
Barefoot, she stepped onto the floor. Even with the heating on, it was a little cold. She curled her toes and hopped back onto the bed.
He chuckled softly, bent down to pick up her fluffy slippers from beneath the bed.
“You’ll catch a cold if you don’t wear shoes.”
Half-lying on the bed, she propped herself up with her hands and lifted her round toes playfully.
“You put them on for me.”
The scent of instant noodles lingered in the air. Warm light illuminated her pale toes, making them look especially delicate.
Jin Yihan pressed his lips together; his gaze darkened slightly.
She had only meant to tease him—but to her surprise, he actually dropped to one knee. His tall frame crouched before her as he held her cool ankle and slipped the fluffy slippers onto her fair feet.
Her heartbeat skipped.
Looking at his aggressive features—sharp brow bone, taut jawline—his cold eyes now carried an awkward hint of tenderness.
The contrast between wildness and submission was striking.
I like it so much…
Just as the slipper was about to touch the sole of her foot, she gave a mischievous smile. Instead of slipping her foot in, she tilted her toes slightly and used the soft arch of her foot to gently lift his sharp chin—blatantly teasing.
Jin Yihan froze.
His breathing faltered.