The night was hazy. In the resplendent corridor of a luxurious hotel, a peerlessly beautiful woman walked gracefully in high heels, each step swaying with alluring elegance.
She looked as though she had been drugged, her eyes hazy and unfocused. The moment she entered the elevator, she closed her eyes, which seemed to be embedded with brilliant stars.
The heat coursing through her body caused her fair, delicate cheeks to flush with an intoxicating crimson, making her look even more alluring.
The desire surging through her body came in waves like an endless sea. She dug her fingertips into her palm, using the pain to maintain a sliver of consciousness.
“Ding!”
When the elevator chimed, she struggled to maintain her clarity and stepped out.
She did not know what kind of drug she had taken. At that moment, she felt as though she were trapped inside scorching magma, her entire body burning as if it were about to catch fire, yet she still remembered that this was a corridor where someone could pass by at any moment.
Suppressing the desire raging inside her, she supported herself against the wall and continued forward.
When she finally made her way along the wall to a presidential suite, the door happened to open, and she suddenly stumbled straight into a warm chest.
The sensation of being pressed closely against him was like a traveler who had wandered through a desert for a long time suddenly encountering an endless ocean. The relief was so overwhelming that she instinctively wanted to move even closer to him.
When Li Cangchen saw the woman he had waited a thousand years to finally return to his side, he almost lost control and took her right there.
He closed his burning eyes, restraining himself as he held her limp body with one arm. With his other hand, he gently caught the little hand that was trying to slip beneath his robes, then lowered his head and whispered beside her ear,
“Do you want me? Then, Little Jiu’er, do you know who I am?”
……
The next morning.
“Ah!”
A woman’s hurried cry instantly shattered the tranquility of the early morning.
The completely naked woman suddenly sat upright in bed. Her eyes opened wide, still filled with lingering fear, while her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with every heavy breath, creating an alluring curve.
Her petite, fair cheeks were covered in beads of sweat as large as soybeans. The strands of hair at her temples had become damp with perspiration and clung to her cheeks.
At that moment, she looked as though she had just been pulled from the water. Even her slender, fair neck was covered in a layer of glistening sweat.
The silk quilt covering her body had slipped down to her smooth, flat abdomen because of her sudden movement, exposing all the marks of varying shades that covered her body.
Even though the room was dimly lit, the red roses scattered across her chest, collarbones, and neck were still extremely conspicuous.
It took her a while to recover from the horrifying image of zombies pouncing on her and tearing her apart.
Only when she felt her violently pounding heart did she finally realize in a daze that she was still alive.
The elegant, cool fragrance of sandalwood drifted softly beneath her nose, pulling her thoughts back.
The scent lingering in her nostrils was pleasant, and there was no smoke, dust, or unpleasant odor here. It was completely different from the rotten stench of the apocalypse.
Her brows drew together slightly. This sandalwood fragrance was strangely familiar. It was exactly the same scent that had lingered on the man who had taken her virginity.
Her delicate hand resting on the quilt suddenly clenched into a fist as she warily raised her eyes and surveyed her surroundings.
When the familiar yet unfamiliar luxurious suite came into view, she was instantly overcome by a dizzying sensation.
Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she lowered her head and stared at her naked body. Recalling the final flash of white light that remained in her mind, she froze.
Has she been reborn?
Her mind was in complete chaos. All she remembered was that when the zombie had opened its bloody maw and was about to bite her, a white light had suddenly enveloped her completely. After that, she had lost consciousness.
At that moment, the marks covering her body and the soreness that made her feel as though she had been run over by a truck were clearly telling her that she had returned to the morning after the night her virginity had been taken.
She immediately thought of something, her heart tightening. Enduring the discomfort in her body, she hurriedly got out of bed and searched for her clothes.
However, the pile of “rags” that had been mercilessly discarded onto the carpet had been torn so thoroughly that they could no longer be called clothes.
Just as she had in her previous life, she could only support herself against the edge of the bed and slowly make her way to the dressing room, where she casually grabbed a set of ancient-style men’s robes and put them on to cover herself.
After putting on the inner and outer garments properly, she did not linger any longer. She put on a mask, gathered up the trailing hem of the robe, opened the door, bypassed the passenger elevator, and took the freight elevator down to the underground parking lot.
According to the events of her previous life, her good stepsister must have brought a large group of bribed reporters to wait in the hotel lobby, hoping she would walk straight into their trap and confirming the rumors about the Qiao family’s young lady having a scandalous private life.
She could not follow the same path as in her previous life, allowing herself to be covered in filth with no way to defend herself.
Her name was Qiao Anran, the eldest daughter of the Qiao family, the richest family in Jiangcheng. From the day she was born until she turned fifteen, everything in her life had gone smoothly. Whatever she wanted, she had.
But five years ago, after her mother died, everything changed drastically. Her father, who had once loved her the most, became an entirely different person.
On the third day after her mother’s death, he brought a mother and daughter home, saying that they would be her mother and older sister from then on. He even ordered her in a disgusted tone to vacate her room on the third floor so that her “stepsister,” Qiao Xinxin, could live there.
Last night, the Qiao Group held its annual celebration. She had accidentally drunk some wine that Qiao Xinxin had drugged, and her body immediately reacted, becoming unbearably hot as dizziness overwhelmed her.
The moment she realized something was wrong, she immediately left the party and took the elevator, intending to return to her room and relieve the effects by soaking in cold water.
But when she had been barely able to support herself against the wall while passing a room, she accidentally stumbled into a man’s arms. The cool and elegant sandalwood fragrance on his body suddenly invaded her muddled mind.
She had already been at her limit. When a man suddenly appeared before her as though he had delivered himself to her door, she could no longer restrain herself. She pushed him back into his room, kicked the door shut, then shamelessly ran her hands all over him while trembling and begging him to help her.
She remembered very little of what happened afterward. All she knew was that he had been like a wolf, devouring her from head to toe.
There had also been a moment when she felt as though she were riding a roller coaster, and he had whispered something into her ear, but because of the pain, she had not heard him clearly at all.
Her consciousness had been hazy, and she had not even seen his appearance clearly. She remembered only the unique scent that lingered on his body.
Now, enduring the discomfort between her legs, Qiao Anran struggled toward the red sports car. After getting inside, she immediately started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.
Tomorrow at noon, the world would plunge into darkness and seven consecutive days of acid rain would begin. Earthquakes would then occur in some areas.
Ten days later, those who had been drenched by that rain would undergo earth-shattering changes inside their bodies, transforming into terrifying creatures with blue-gray faces and hideous fangs that would bite anyone they encountered.
She had to make preparations in advance and get ready to face this catastrophe.
At the same time, a man with his long hair gathered up with a simple white jade hairpin opened the door to the presidential suite with one hand while carrying breakfast in the other.
When he stepped inside and searched the entire room without finding the woman he had waited a thousand years for, his deep and composed eyes instantly turned dark and icy.
Several emotionless words slowly drifted from his lips, which had been bitten open by a certain little wildcat.
“She ran away? Little Jiu’er, where do you think you can run?”
……
The next second, he set down the tray and turned to leave.
He had finally found her after all these years and had waited for her to come to him of her own accord. How could he possibly let her leave again?
A thousand years ago, it had been his carelessness that allowed those useless fools to take advantage of the situation and push the little wife he had raised for eleven years off a cliff, leaving not even a corpse behind.
Dressed in an elegant, flowing, retro-style long robe, he took the elevator down to the first-floor lobby and instantly became the center of attention.
When the reporters holding various cameras and recording equipment saw his extraordinarily handsome face, they all wondered which rising star had come here to film.
Before they could step forward to take photographs or conduct an interview, however, black-clad bodyguards appeared from nowhere and blocked them, preventing anyone from approaching.
A young man dressed like an assistant respectfully stepped forward.
“Mr. Li, the car is waiting at the entrance.”
The man, addressed as Mr. Li, did not stop walking. His indifferent and icy voice fell into the air.
“Go to the Qiao residence at Yiyun Shore.”
The group quickly disappeared from the public’s sight. One of the more experienced reporters suddenly exclaimed from within the crowd,
“So he is Mr. Li!”
“Mr. Li? The one I’m thinking of?” A middle-aged reporter quickly reacted, fear filling his face.
The younger reporters were completely confused. They looked at one another and began asking questions from all directions.
“Who is he? Stop speaking in riddles.”
“He is the founder of the Mujiu Group, the man who never shows his face.”
Qiao Xinxin, who had been sitting on the sofa wearing sunglasses, could no longer remain seated when she heard that the long-haired man who had captured her heart at first sight was actually the founder of the Mujiu Group, the richest man in the country.
She immediately stood up, stepped out of the hotel in her towering heels, got into a car, and hurried back to Yiyun Shore.
At this moment, compared with watching her stepsister make a fool of herself, she wanted even more to claim the position of Mrs. Mujiu Group’s president.