Shihun Jiang.
“Chen Miaomiao, don’t blame me! If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being so stupid and ugly, and blame your father for being so shameless as to arrange such a good marriage for you! Look at yourself—are you even worthy?!”
“…”
“Go find your father in Yincao Difu, Chen Miaomiao.”
“…”
“Throw her in!”
…
Chen Miaomiao was tossed into the surging Shihun Jiang. The crashing waves were like tens of thousands of vengeful ghosts, roaring as they submerged her.
She thought her internal organs would be crushed by the undercurrents, but instead of pain, she fell into an utterly absurd and erotic dream.
In the dream, she seemed to have lost her mind, pinning down a man who could not move. Everything she did was enough to make one flush and their heart race. The man, initially powerless to resist, gradually became active, and the temperature in the dream soared.
There was entanglement, struggle, and an uncontrollable trembling.
She remembered a pair of long, powerful hands with light calluses, restraining her and forcing her to sink deep into the dark sea.
The suffocating dizziness almost pierced Chen Miaomiao’s soul. Even as she struggled to open her eyes, she couldn’t see the other person’s face clearly. Only those deep, boundless eyes were breathtakingly beautiful.
“Who are you!”
the other person questioned sharply. Beyond anger, there was annoyance, as if he had been deeply humiliated.
She opened her mouth, but the words that spilled from her lips were broken and scattered. Even she felt embarrassed hearing them, and the other person’s eyes indeed turned red with rage.
“You… are shameless!”
He growled in exasperation.
Yes, so shameless!
How could I have such a ridiculous and lewd dream?!
With a contorted expression, Chen Miaomiao grumbled to herself as she scrambled up. She figured she must be overworked to have such a bizarre dream. Since she had saved enough money anyway, she might as well retire!
Buying a few acres of land to start the career she had dreamed of her whole life—growing vegetables and raising chickens—wouldn’t that be nice?
Just as Chen Miaomiao was happily daydreaming, a surge of piercing pain flooded her mind. Memories that did not belong to her forcefully and dominantly merged with her soul.
Being beaten, mocked, insulted, drugged, and then thrown into the rolling river after her reputation was ruined… This was an extremely miserable and helpless short life, belonging to a young girl with the same name as her.
The girl was like the white dew of a cold night, having never seen the brilliant morning sun or the clear sky before she fell. And now, she had transmigrated into the girl’s body.
Chen Miaomiao looked at the small hands covered in river sand and mud, her head throbbing.
She finally remembered. During her final mission, she had been blown to pieces by a “prey’s” trap. She hadn’t expected that, by some strange twist of fate, she would be reborn in an alien world.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Miaomiao quickly processed the original host’s memories. After all, the girl had been a “little fool,” and her life was very simple.
It was precisely because of that simplicity that the pure evil she had endured stood out even more.
In this Xiuzhen world where strength was revered above all else, the original host was a piece of trash who couldn’t cultivate, destined to be oppressed and despised.
The suffering came not only from the outside world but also from the so-called relatives who sucked her blood like leeches while occupying her home, the ungrateful and despicable “future in-laws,” and even servants who bullied their master.
It was as if being weak was a sin, and she was destined to die!
After “digesting” the memories, Chen Miaomiao could not remain calm for a long time. She placed her hand over her chest and whispered, “Don’t worry, I will avenge you… Who’s there?!”
Chen Miaomiao suddenly looked up, her gaze like a cold arrow, staring straight at the towering, ancient tree beyond the riverbank.
The canopy was dense and the river wind was howling. Although she couldn’t see anything clearly, Chen Miaomiao’s intuition told her that some terrifying existence was lurking there…
“Come out!”
Chen Miaomiao shouted coldly.
Hearing this, the person in the shadows slowly stepped out.
Chen Miaomiao stared intently at the figure, but her expression gradually shifted from alertness to blankness, and she even quietly swallowed her saliva at the end.
Good heavens, have I seen a deity?!
The newcomer had a tall and cold build, his composed posture like a washed-out ink painting. He wore an exquisite gilded half-mask on his face, revealing skin as white as frost and lips like vermilion.
The man was like the silver moonlight pouring down from the sky, elegant to the extreme and cold to the bone.
He gazed silently at Chen Miaomiao without a word. His eyes were dark and obscure, filled with complex emotions that gave Chen Miaomiao goosebumps, instantly dispelling her brief appreciation for his beauty.
She almost thought she was some kind of super-scumbag who had taken advantage of him and then abandoned him. Otherwise, why would he look at her like that?!
Chen Miaomiao took several steps back, certain that there was no such person in the original host’s memories, and it was even more impossible for her to have met him.
She had always been a well-behaved youth of the new century. At most, she had just had a slightly colorful dream, but that had nothing to do with this guy! Chen Miaomiao bolstered her courage and shouted, “What are you looking at! Haven’t you seen a beauty before? Keep looking and I’ll gouge your eyes out!”
Chen Miaomiao had just climbed up from the ground, and the riverbank was full of mud. So, besides the grime on her hands, her small face was also a mess. Hardly any part of her was clean, which instead made her pair of phoenix eyes appear even brighter and more spirited.
Now, glaring fiercely at him, she looked like a blustering beast cub.
Both soft and fierce.
Mo Xuanming’s expression was complex. “…”
After a long silence, he finally spoke. His voice matched his appearance—like ice and jade, cold and crisp—but he accurately called out her name.
“Chen Miaomiao.”
Those three words carried a hidden, teeth-gritting scent of bloodlust.
Chen Miaomiao: “!!”
In her past life, Chen Miaomiao had been a bounty hunter who lived on the edge of a blade. She was most sensitive to emotions like “killing intent” and “resentment.” This man had a “desire to kill” her?!
Good heavens!
It turned out she wasn’t his jilted lover or a scumbag girl—she was his prey!
Was this person sent by the Chen family?
She hadn’t expected that even after the Chen family had dumped the original host’s body into Shihun Jiang, they still wouldn’t let her go!
Chen Miaomiao’s eyes darted around, and she decisively chose to play dumb. The original host was a fool anyway, and this man wouldn’t be able to tell. She would wait for him to drop his guard and then escape.
“Heh heh heh…” Chen Miaomiao gave a silly laugh, tilted her head, and intentionally pinched her voice. “Ah? Little brother, who are you? Do you know me? I’m lost and I want to go home…”
However, as soon as Chen Miaomiao started acting like a fool, the man did not relax his guard. Instead, his cold arrogance turned into a layer of frost, becoming even more chilling.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly in a sneer full of mockery, as if he had seen through Chen Miaomiao’s little trick long ago.
“Heh.”
Chen Miaomiao: “…”
Not good, he knows I’m faking. I’ve hit a wall.
Chen Miaomiao looked at the Shihun Jiang behind her and decisively sprinted toward the river, planning to escape through the water.
How could Mo Xuanming let her run?
With a light tap of his foot, he soared over the river’s surface. The frantically running Chen Miaomiao automatically flew into his palm, caught by the scruff of her neck like a kitten and dangled in mid-air.
Chen Miaomiao: “???” This move was just freaking ridiculous. Where was her dignity?!