Two figures were entangled together.
The unruly Mixed-blood Movie Emperor lowered his eyes, the dazzling crystal chandelier casting his already distinct features into even sharper relief.
Xi Jin’s mother was Croatian, and he had inherited half of her Yugoslavian Bloodline—his eyes a deep blue, his profile strikingly defined.
Even the way he humbled himself to coax her was a sight to behold.
“Does your hand hurt, Zhizhi…?”
“Do you want to hit me again? Are you still angry?”
“It’s all my fault, I was wrong…”
“If you’re still upset, use the Whip on me. You’ve always been delicate since childhood—don’t exhaust yourself…”
“Zhizhi, don’t be mad at me, calm down…”
A few steps away, Lu Siyan, who had also been struck by the Whip, felt the lingering sting on his body as he coldly watched the two figures.
The malice in his eyes had, at some point, been replaced by disbelief, his brow furrowed.
Jiang Zhizhi, who had humiliated him for years, was an utter fool.
Empty-headed, full of lies.
Despicable, shameless, and utterly hypocritical.
All her former friends and classmates despised her, keeping their distance.
Even just days before, while tormenting him, Jiang Zhizhi had never stopped cursing—
Cursing her parents for their favoritism, neglecting their own daughter while doting on that bitch Qiao Yan;
Cursing her cousin Qiao Yan for being shameless, lingering in their home, freeloading, and deliberately competing for favor, all to seize her family fortune;
She seemed to believe the world revolved around her, dissatisfied with everyone.
She cursed her former friends for looking down on her and excluding her; cursed her teachers for being poor and deliberately targeting her in assignments; cursed her fiancé for not knowing how to gift her things to please her; cursed Pei Henian for being an unwanted, icy-faced old virgin…
Even her childhood friend Xi Jin had been maliciously insulted by her countless times.
She had even gone online to spread false rumors, deliberately smearing Xi Jin and fabricating stories to send to his anti-fans.
No one in this world liked Jiang Zhizhi.
So why had everything changed in just a few short minutes?
Hadn’t Xi Jin long grown tired of her and gone their separate ways?
Why was he apologizing to her now?
What tricks had she used?
A flicker of suspicion passed through Lu Siyan’s eyes before he turned his gaze to the other man—elegant and refined, exuding an air of nobility.
This man was a standout in the upper echelons, the head of the Pei family in City A, a business magnate who had achieved both fame and fortune, the unattainable flower on a high peak who kept himself pure.
Rumors said countless people who tried to climb into his bed had been thrown out and harshly taught a lesson as a warning to others.
Yet now, after being offended by Jiang Zhizhi, he could still magnanimously let her off…
Confusion flashed in Lu Siyan’s eyes.
Suddenly, the other man’s gaze shifted and landed on him.
It carried a lofty detachment, devoid of any warmth.
Yet, for some reason, Lu Siyan faintly sensed a subtle displeasure in Pei Henian’s demeanor.
Before he could ponder it further, however, Pei Henian calmly withdrew his gaze and looked back at the two figures.
A few minutes, the distance of a door.
A stark contrast in emotions.
Pei Henian’s cool phoenix eyes held a trace of inquiry, and as he tilted his head slightly, his high-bridged nose cast a shadow across the center of his face.
How had they reconciled so quickly?
What had happened in that room?
Could it be that this guy surnamed Xi is really so extraordinary that his data defies human norms? And generous enough to show it to her?
Pei Henian's expression turned strange, and he couldn't help but wonder—
Or is he also pink?
Realizing what he was thinking, Pei Henian's gaze faltered, and he quickly averted his eyes.
Over there, Xi Jin, who was groveling and begging for mercy, had progressed from "Please forgive me" to topics like "If you don't forgive me, I'll go find your mom. You have to forgive me anyway."
On the other side of the wall, faint sounds could be heard.
At the same time, the mechanical voice of the system chimed in:
【Friendly reminder: There are 3 minutes left before your fiancé barges in.】
【The Taskers you previously bound all failed at the last moment in the Catch-in-the-Act Plot—】
【The male lead successfully catches the affair, flies into a rage, and immediately calls off the engagement on the spot; while you are ruined and abandoned by everyone.】
【Without the identity of the Young Master's Fiancee and Miss Jiang of the Jiang Family, all those you’ve offended will launch relentless revenge against you.】
【The two surviving Taskers met their ends this way: the first had their hands chopped off and lungs removed, ending their life through cyberbullying and depression; the second was crushed into a pulp by a truck.】
【Repeated failures have prevented the Main Plotline from progressing, so the Data System repeatedly screened and found you, hoping you can complete the task.】
【If the task fails again, this world will be permanently destroyed.】
【Thus, the Catch-in-the-Act Plot is a crucial point for your survival, as well as the key to whether this world will be destroyed. Proceed with caution!】
Jiang Zhizhi: "!!"
Her gaze quickly swept over the people before her:
The disheveled Xi Jin…
Lu Siyan, wrapped in a towel…
And Pei Henian, who appeared well-dressed but had a lipstick stain on the side of his neck…
In the mirror a few steps away, her own reflection was also visible—
A strapless short dress, fishnet stockings, with a delicate red bow at the very top, digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
Her hair was messy, and her lipstick was smudged.
What… what a vivid and intense sense of déjà vu!
Jiang Zhizhi’s vision darkened as she suddenly heard faint sounds from outside the door.
The clinking of metal—it seemed someone was unlocking it…