Shen Zhiyi’s gaze fell upon Lu Junyue’s waist.
Who to choose? She would undoubtedly choose the kidney.
The angle of her gaze appeared utterly indecent in Lu Junyue’s eyes.
His chilling stare could practically devour someone alive.
This woman with nothing but lust in her mind—he would personally strangle her to death!
But the next second, he saw Shen Zhiyi turn and walk toward Ji Yanli’s direction.
Across from them, Ji Yanli looked like a victorious champion.
“President Lu, we’ve been rivals for years. I know you excel at brute force and plunder. But Shen Zhiyi—you can’t take her from me.”
“Her choice will always be—”
Slap—
Shen Zhiyi’s slap came utterly unexpected.
It took Ji Yanli a long moment to find his voice again.
“Shen Zhiyi, you—”
Slap—
Shen Yanyan approached with tear-filled eyes, “Brother Yanli…”
Slap—
Ji Yanli’s assistant exclaimed, “Secretary Shen, how dare you—”
Slap—
Shen Zhiyi moved with practiced ease—slapping one person when they came, slapping two when a pair approached, and when three showed up, she could complete a full table.
Ji Yanli was dumbfounded.
Shen Yanyan was dumbfounded.
The assistant was equally dumbfounded.
Rebellious System: [Ding—Detected change in Ji Yanli’s Heartbeat Value: 60]
[Ding—Detected change in crazy villain Lu Junyue’s Heartbeat Value: 1. Host baby, the conquest road is long, you still need to work hard!]
Shen Zhiyi’s eyebrow lifted slightly. Only…1?
She turned and walked up to Lu Junyue, hooking her arms around his neck.
“Finished watching the show? Time to go home and sleep with you.”
Lu Junyue’s movements were far from gentle as he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her away.
Ji Yanli tried to pursue them but was blocked by his assistant Han Ming.
“President Ji, you know our Master Lu’s temperament well.”
“Whatever he wants, whether person or object, he’ll seize it through brute force and plunder.”
“You…can’t compete with Master Lu.”
At his feet, Ji Yanli’s bodyguards lay scattered across the ground.
His face darkened as he watched helplessly while Lu Junyue carried Shen Zhiyi away.
Shen Yanyan stepped forward and clung to Ji Yanli’s arm. “Sister knowingly chose to go with Lu Junyue even though he’s your archrival…”
Before she could finish, the man pulled his arm away.
She looked up and met Ji Yanli’s icy gaze.
“Yanyan, didn’t you say you couldn’t swim?”
Earlier in the swimming pool, he had been thinking about saving her, but it turned out she swam better than he did.
Shen Yanyan gently wiped her tears, sobbing. “Sister often pushed me into the river to vent her anger, even though I couldn’t swim. Once I nearly died. My younger brother couldn’t bear to watch and signed me up for swimming lessons. I just learned how to swim recently.”
Seeing her tears, the doubt in Ji Yanli’s eyes faded away.
Yanyan was so kind-hearted—she was his White Moonlight. How could she possibly deceive him?
“Brother Yanli, are you worried about sister?”Shen Yanyan asked tentatively.”
“She’s just your Substitute. Why would I be worried about her?” Ji Yanli’s expression remained cold.
Yet until the banquet concluded, his thoughts kept returning to Shen Zhiyi.
As he was leaving, he spotted Lu Junyue’s car parked by the roadside.
The Rolls-Royce reflected a cold, sharp light under the night sky.
The gently rocking car body seemed to sting Ji Yanli’s eyes.
Shen Yanyan maintained her innocent facade, expertly concealing the coldness in the corners of her eyes.
“I never thought sister would be so lacking in self-respect to climb the social ladder—publicly engaging with Lu Junyue in the car like that… Ah!”
Ji Yanli, distracted, got into a car accident.
Not far away, in the Rolls-Royce, a different kind of “car crash” was simultaneously unfolding.
Shen Zhiyi was very thin, but not flat—every curve was in the right place.
At this moment, Lu Junyue roughly threw her onto the back seat of the car.
A pale, delicate neck was pinned against the car seat by an icy palm.
“Poor little thing, you should feel honored. Many have died by my hand, but you—you’ll be the first I kill personally.”
Lu Junyue had two taboos:
1. As the absolute authority in Jing City, he was rampant and arrogant, never even sparing Ji Yanli a second glance. Yet, he had been ridden, humiliated, and slept with by a woman!
2. He loathed being threatened more than anything. Yet Shen Zhiyi had threatened him with his innocence.
Having violated both, Shen Zhiyi must die!
“Under you?” Lu Junyue expected her to be terrified, to cry, but instead, Shen Zhiyi hooked her fingers around his tie and kissed his thin lips.
A strange fragrance assaulted him from her lips—by the time he realized, it was too late.
His body grew soft and feverish—the familiar formula.
Damn woman, she drugged him again!
“Shen Zhiyi, you’re asking for death—” His unfinished threat was muffled by a smooth fabric, carrying the unique scent of a woman!
Instantly, Lu Junyue’s earlobes flushed crimson.
Then, the belt at his waist was pulled out.
—(Smack)
Marks landed on the man’s lean muscles.
“Shen—Zhi—Yi!” Murderous intent seeped through his gritted teeth.
His chin was gripped firmly.
Shen Zhiyi corrected him, “Call me master.”
Lu Junyue’s eyes burned red at the corners. “You’ll die a miserable—”
Soft lips pressed against his, tangling his threats in the chaotic breaths.
He bit her lip, blood spreading.
She retaliated, biting his tongue fiercely.
Again and again.
Lu Junyue’s face darkened.
Others had pure love or pure hatred—they had pure doing!
…
Hours later, deep into the night.
Han Ming expertly brought fresh clothes to the car.
Shen Zhiyi, full and rested, had already left, leaving his grandfather in the back seat, utterly ravaged…
He couldn’t help but muse: was this the case of the wicked meeting their match?
But that Shen Zhiyi was far too ruthless!
Twice in one night, multiple rounds each time—Master Lu must be drained dry!
“Grandpa Lu.”..” Han Ming handed over the clothes and silently turned away.
From behind came Lu Junyue’s bone-chilling voice.
“One hour. I want all of Shen Zhiyi’s information!”
Han Ming maintained a calm face but rejoiced inwardly.
Oh my! In novels, such a line marked the beginning of the main couple’s love story!
Lu Ye’s iron tree was blooming! The Lu family would soon have a young master!
Han Ming: “Right away, Master Lu!” Should we prepare the betrothal gifts while we’re at it?”
Lu Junyue curled his lips in a mocking smile. “We should prepare something, but not betrothal gifts—it’s a funeral.”
He wiped his blood-stained lips, recalling the woman who had pulled up her pants and left not long ago.
Shen Zhiyi: [Seems forced love doesn’t work either… I’ll have to try other methods next time. But these next few days, I should let him rest properly—wouldn’t want to damage his kidneys.]
Amidst the icy killing intent in his eyes, a flicker of elusive interest emerged.
He was certain.
Shen Zhiyi hadn’t spoken aloud at that moment.
So what he heard—was it her inner thoughts?
…
After leaving the Lu residence, Han Ming immediately called the old madam at the ancestral home.
Old Madam: “A-Yue was slept with? And twice?!”
“Heavens have answered our prayers! Which benevolent bodhisattva is this? Han Ming, spare no expense to find that girl and bring her to me!”
Han Ming: “Yes, Old Madam!”
…
Ding-dong—
Ding-dong—
The phone beside the pillow rang like a death knell, bombarded with messages and calls in turn.
Shen Zhiyi irritably threw her phone aside.
The lit screen cracked, as voice messages played one after another.
“Damn girl! I lost all my money again! Transfer the money to me now! If you delay my winning streak, I’ll beat you to death!”
“Shen Zhiyi, how can you be so vicious? Pushing your sister into the water and hitting her in public? Cough… I shouldn’t have given birth to you in the first place—I should’ve strangled you!”
“Shen Zhiyi, didn’t I tell you today’s the limited edition sneakers release? Transfer 30,000 to me now! I’ve already bragged to my classmates. If you embarrass me, I’ll never acknowledge you as my sister again!”
No longer sleepy, Shen Zhiyi picked up the battle-scarred phone.
The senders were none other than her gambling-addict scum father, her critically ill mother who doted on her adopted sister, and her ungrateful wretch of a brother.
Ding-dong, ding-dong—
The barrage of abusive messages continued. Shen Zhiyi calmly sat down, drank a glass of water to moisten her throat, and then—
Fired back!
“You want money? Easy. Is a billion enough? I’ll burn it for you later. You can have as much as you want, but you’ll need to die first—no point having money if you’re dead.”
“You’re absolutely right, I am vicious. Not only did I hit your precious adopted daughter, next time I visit the hospital, hitting you will be just as easy.”
“Are phones this smart now? Even pigs can type? Not acknowledging me as your sister? What a blessing! Should’ve said so earlier! Being a sister to a pig is indeed quite embarrassing.”
The 60-second voice limit wasn’t Shen Zhiyi’s constraint—it was WeChat’s.
After sending three maximum-length voice messages, Shen Zhiyi exited the ironically named “Loving Family” group chat, turned off her phone, and went back to sleep.
She slept until noon.
Shen Zhiyi was awakened by urgent knocking.
At the door stood an elegantly dressed elderly woman with silver hair coiled up, scrutinizing her.
“Are you Shen Zhiyi?”
System: [Host, this is Grandma Lu, Lu Junyue’s grandmother]
Shen Zhiyi’s peripheral glance caught the imposing lineup of luxury cars downstairs, as if she were thoroughly familiar with these wealthy family tactics.
She raised her hand, forming an eight with her fingers.
Grandma Lu: “Eighty million?”
Shen Zhiyi shook her head: “Eight hundred million…”
“Deal.”
“?”
A black card was thrust into Shen Zhiyi’s hand. She frowned, wondering if she’d lowballed herself.
The next moment, Grandma Lu instructed the butler behind her.
“Prepare the car. We’re going to the Civil Affairs Bureau.”
“Civil Affairs Bureau?”
Shen Zhiyi clutched the black card tightly, as if afraid the old woman would change her mind.
“Grandma, isn’t this money meant to pay me off to leave Lu Junyue?”
Noticing her subtle movement, Grandma Lu’s eyes sparkled with even greater fondness.
It seemed her future granddaughter-in-law was quite the little money lover.
“What nonsense are you talking? These eight hundred million are your betrothal gift.”