Jiang Zhizhi: "…"
Damn it!
Is this the charm of being universally despised?!
The previous one hasn't been appeased yet, and the next one has already charged out with full force!
At the same time, the large text above the mixed-race man's head began to update.
[Character: Xi Jin]
[Setting: Jiang Zhizhi's childhood friend, mixed-race film emperor, drugged by the original host who attempted to take advantage of him.]
[To retaliate against Jiang Zhizhi's misdeeds, the following afternoon, Xi Jin threw the task-taker into the sewage pool, with two nearly drowning to death.]
[What about the third one?] Jiang Zhizhi asked.
[The third one had too poor psychological resilience. Before even undergoing the procedure, they scared themselves to death.]
Jiang Zhizhi: "…"
So it turns out she's not here to cause trouble, but to undergo tribulations.
In just over ten minutes since transmigrating into the book, she has been greeted with death after death after death.
Thank goodness this isn't some cultivation fantasy world, otherwise she would be killed and revived repeatedly by the men behind Qiao Yan, dying countless times over and over again.
Outside the window, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Damp mist pressed against the windowpane, condensing into large droplets that fell one after another.
In the blurred reflection on the glass, a slender young girl stood in the center of the reception room, surrounded by tall men who closed in on her.
From the direction of the doorway, Pei Henian's eyes were dark and inscrutable.
Fresh out of the bathroom, Lu Siyan curled his lips mockingly.
The newly arrived Xi Jin was furious.
Only the girl encircled by the three men curved her eyes, making an effort to greet her mixed-race childhood friend.
"Little Xi, you woke up so quickly?"
Xi Jin's steps were unsteady, his face flushed with an unnatural redness.
He wore a sapphire-blue suit that matched the color of his eyes, his tie loosened and hanging loosely around his neck, revealing large patches of skin tinged a peach-blossom pink.
His strikingly handsome mixed-race face was nearly contorted, his jade-green eyes practically spitting fire:
"Jiang Zhizhi, you disgust me."
"You think using such methods will make me touch you. I'm telling you, dream on!"
"Even if you stripped naked and lay on my bed, I wouldn't have the slightest interest in you—"
The room fell eerily silent, filled only with Xi Jin's angry, heavy breathing, carrying a sharp edge.
Only the girl's voice sounded slowly, as if somewhat conflicted.
"Um, Xi Jin… your zipper is open…"
Xi Jin's furious voice cut off abruptly.
His face flushed with shame and anger as he immediately reached to adjust the zipper on his trousers.
But then he let out a muffled groan.
Jiang Zhizhi inwardly clicked her tongue, then turned her head to meet Lu Siyan's thoughtful gaze.
The moment their eyes met, Lu Siyan, draped in a towel, lowered his lashes slightly. His distinct black-and-white eyes rested on her as he revealed a gentle, harmless smile.
Jiang Zhizhi also curved her eyes in response.
The next instant, she heard Pei Henian's cool voice, carrying an ambiguous emotion.
"Having a crush on me for 12 years, yet still managing to find two others simultaneously."
"Jiang Zhizhi, your appetite is truly impressive."
Jiang Zhizhi turned to see a pair of narrow phoenix eyes coldly fixed on her, thin lips uttering a few words.
"Aren't you afraid of choking to death?"
Jiang Zhizhi babbled nonsense, "Just three—"
Pei Henian narrowed his phoenix eyes, and Jiang Zhizhi immediately fell silent.
Information about the several men flashed rapidly through her mind as Jiang Zhizhi quickly found her own position.
Lu Siyan was kept by her, under her control;
Xi Jin was her childhood friend, from a comparable family background;
These two posed no significant threat to her.
Instead, according to the system's introduction, Pei Henian held an exceptional status, with a dedicated entry as a villainous boss—undoubtedly a formidable character.
In that fleeting moment, Jiang Zhizhi regained her voice. Lifting her delicate, palm-sized face, her expression appeared both obedient and innocent.
"I was just playing around with them."
"It was all just an act. My true love is for you, Mr. Pei. You know that."
Pei Henian's deep, dark gaze settled on her, his eyes unreadable.
A few steps away, Xi Jin, having finally straightened his attire, strode over.
"Jiang Zhizhi, what exactly did you do to me?"
"Jiang Zhizhi, this time I won't forgive you no matter what—"
As Xi Jin reached out with his large hand, a figure abruptly stepped in front of Jiang Zhizhi.
A faint mist seemed to hang in the air, and a soft pink hue filled the vision.
Lu Siyan, the pitiful young man she had taken under her wing, stood protectively before her. The bruising whip marks on the back of his neck, stark against his pale skin, were shocking to behold.
Lu Siyan's slightly hoarse voice followed,
"Mr. Xi, the young lady only drugged you; she didn't do anything else. There's no need for you to resort to violence."
Xi Jin paused, processing the words.
"Only drugged me?"
"Jiang Zhizhi, how dare you drug me? You disgust me—"
Growing angrier with each word, Xi Jin threw a punch toward Lu Siyan.
The battered Lu Siyan staggered, sent flying by the blow and landing on the sofa.
Unnoticed by anyone, Lu Siyan, slumped on the couch, coughed weakly a few times before leisurely adjusting the disheveled towel around him.
Under the light, his strikingly beautiful face was half-lit, half-shadowed. His slightly long, tousled hair obscured his deep-set eyes, revealing an inexplicable gloom.
Even the corners of his lips curled into a malicious and excited arc, only to instantly shift into an expression of concern as he slowly turned his head—
But the next moment, the smile in his eyes abruptly froze, his pupils dilating slightly.
Behind the strands of hair, his gaze fell upon the delicate, petite young woman raising her hand. With a crisp slap, her palm landed on the face of the tall, mixed-race man.
Her slender, soft, pale fingers were exposed to the air, their tips tinged with the faint pink of rose petals. Trembling slightly from the force, her thin hand quivered in the air.
Xi Jin hadn't had time to dodge.
Instinctively, he raised his hand to touch his cheek.
It felt warm, but not painful.
Drifting to his nostrils was the faint fragrance from the young woman's wrist.
So intoxicating it made his head spin, leaving him utterly bewildered.