Chapter 1 “Didn’t you say you admired me, and then?”

The outside was a deep, impenetrable black night. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were clean and bright, reflecting a room full of warm yellow light.

The man in a bathrobe had sharp, handsome features. A few drops of water rolled down his black hair, which was still damp from the shower, along his cold, white skin and into the depths of his waist, which was covered by the collar of his robe.

His phoenix eyes were half-closed, and though he looked indifferent and serious, he had a soft, fragrant little beauty sitting in his arms.

“Mr. Pei, I’ve admired you for a long time…”

A voice, both sweet and alluring, rang out. The trembling ending of her words seemed to have a hook.

The man’s emotionless eyes flashed with a repulsive disgust. The faint hint of expectation was shattered by his furrowed brows.

The little beauty sitting on the man’s lap looked blank for a moment, and her whole body seemed to stiffen.

She was too close to the man.

She lifted her jade-like face, which was flushed with a rosy hue, and pressed it against the man’s ear. Her red lips brushed against his jawline, which was sculpted with impeccable lines.

It seemed that the man only needed to lower his head, and they would be able to kiss.

Late-night hotel, a man and a woman alone, intimately nestled together.

From any angle, it was incredibly suggestive.

But the little beauty, who had previously been batting her eyelashes seductively, slowly fanned her long lashes. Her round apricot eyes were clear, so clear that the sudden confusion gathering in them was evident.

Mr. Pei?

She turned her apricot eyes, and saw a handsome face.

He was probably twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with deep brow bones and sharp phoenix eyes.

He exuded an oppressive aura of someone who had been in a position of power for a long time. His tightly pursed lips were thin and emotionless.

And she, was sitting on his lap, leaning into his embrace.

Realizing what was happening, Jiang Yaoyao’s cheeks flushed pink. However, before she could say another word, the man’s hand grabbed her wrist, like an iron clamp, ruthlessly pulling her arm up.

The sharpened dagger was exceptionally sharp, gleaming with a faint, cold light under the lamp, radiating a sharp, cold edge.

Jiang Yaoyao’s pupils dilated slightly, her gaze fixed on the dagger she was holding, as if struck by lightning.

Mr. Pei, Yaoyao, dagger, sneak attack.

She had transmigrated!

She had transmigrated into the dog-blood, cheesy novel she had stayed up all night reading, and she had also become the cannon fodder female lead, Jiang Yaoyao, who shared the same name as her!

While reading the book, she endured the strange sense of déjà vu. She watched how the cannon fodder Jiang Yaoyao, who shared the same name as her, displayed her foolishness in the entertainment industry, and how she, under the instigation of the scumbag male lead, charged into love, actively knocking on the door of the villainous boss, Pei Heng, intending to use seduction as a pretense to give Pei Heng a good stab, and at the same time, splash him with dirty water about sexually assaulting actresses.

Unfortunately, there was an insurmountable gap between the IQ of the cannon fodder female lead and the villainous boss.

That night, Pei Heng opened the door to the Presidential Suite and played along, watching coldly as Jiang Yaoyao walked in.

However, Jiang Yaoyao never walked out of the room again.

Because after the failed stabbing, the ruthless and heartless villainous boss coldly and mercilessly skinned her, drew her tendons, and made her into a lantern.

Jiang Yaoyao, the timely scapegoat, was in shock!

A bone-chilling chill rose from her spine, and the back of her head felt icy cold.

She looked at the blade, which was gleaming with a faint, cold light, and then at the villainous boss, Pei Heng, who was coldly staring at her with a sinister look. Then, she thought about herself, who was about to become a human skin lantern, and she almost jumped off Pei Heng’s lap in fright!

In Pei Heng’s gaze, which was as cold as if it had been tempered in ice, she had a pale little face, her watery eyes wide open, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, like a little cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Beautiful and delicate.

Her soft voice was like melting honey, her thick lashes fluttering, she was flustered and in a panic.

“Pei Heng, Pei Heng—”

The man, who had been full of fierce killing intent, suddenly raised his eyes the moment he heard her call his name.

A shock rippled in the depths of his usually calm eyes. The hand that had been resting on the armrest suddenly clenched, with blue veins bulging and crisscrossing.

She frantically waved her little hand, the dagger in her palm shaking with it. The blade flashed with a cold light, making it look more like a murder scene.

The little beauty’s eyes widened, her wrist shook, and with a “whoosh,” she threw the dagger onto the carpet.

The iron weapon rolled twice on the carpet, making a dull thud.

Jiang Yaoyao quickly raised her hands, like a student caught by the teacher for doing something wrong in class, trying to prove her innocence.

“You misunderstood me, that’s not what I meant, Pei Heng, I really didn’t want to do anything…”

“You’re so powerful, you’re good at both soft and hard martial arts, I must be crazy to hurt you…”

“The whole hotel is owned by your Pei family, even if I did something, I wouldn’t even be able to run away, I’d be caught and brought back…”

She was both cowardly and afraid, using all her impressions of Pei Heng from the book, she stammered out an explanation.

She was too flustered, and too eager to save her own life, so she naturally missed Pei Heng’s change in expression.

His bottomless, deep eyes, which had been icy cold with poison at the beginning, suddenly narrowed in shock. After the dark light flickered, they returned to an expressionless calm, as if scrutinizing and observing.

But no matter how calm he pretended to be on the surface, Pei Heng’s heart was churning with a storm, his heart was pounding and tingling, and the lines of his face tightened.

For years, he had been having a recurring dream.

It should be called a dream, because besides himself, no one else had ever seen his Yaoyao.

That slender figure, clinging to him with a delicate air, her voice soft and tender, calling his name over and over again.

“Pei Heng, Pei Heng…”

As the dream deepened, the face became clearer and clearer—

Apricot eyes and peach cheeks, her eyes full of charm.

When she looked at him, she always had a smile, black hair and red lips, soft and obedient.

Pure and beautiful, like a little fairy who had fallen from heaven to earth.

She didn’t mind his being mired in the mud, she came to him, time and time again, under the moonlight.

Later, he found the face in his dream, following his memory.

Just one glance, and the expectation in his heart turned to ice.

Filthy mud could never become moonlight.

Those eyes, soaked in greed and stupidity, were not his little fairy.

Years of wishful thinking, and the hope was completely dashed.

Over the years, he had been hoping for his little fairy to return to his body. He even tolerated that fool a lot, but today, his patience had reached its peak.

She used this body to seduce him today, and tomorrow, she could seduce others.

How dare that fool!

The killing intent was fierce, he couldn’t wait to skin her, draw out her tendons, and torture her repeatedly, to vent his anger…

After a long time, Jiang Yaoyao, who had been talking until her mouth was dry, pursed her red lips, her pretty little face full of fear, and she softly called out:

“Mr. Pei…”

Her soft voice was exactly the same as in the dream. The man with sharp features pulled himself back from his thoughts. He listened to his own rapid heartbeat, trying not to scare her, and said softly:

“Pick it up.”

Jiang Yaoyao was even more afraid.

She picked up the dagger from the floor, trembling. When her gaze fell on the sharp blade, her eyelashes fluttered and she looked away.

Pei Heng’s aura was too terrifying, Jiang Yaoyao’s legs were about to go weak.

The man’s phoenix eyes narrowed and fixed on the finger holding the dagger.

The stupid Jiang Yaoyao was left-handed.

But the Jiang Yaoyao in front of him, in a state of extreme fear, subconsciously used her right hand.

Sure enough, she had been replaced.

His little fairy had finally fallen into this great net of the human world, to save him with her life.

The man’s eyes softened a little. He took the dagger, held it in his palm, and rubbed the carved pattern on the handle.

He didn’t speak for a long time, and for a moment, the air was silent to the extreme.

The little drum in Jiang Yaoyao’s heart was beating wildly, she was almost scared to tears by the prospect of her human skin drum ending.

“Mr. Pei…”

Her soft voice trembled slightly, her slender fingertips were trembling.

She was wearing a white dress, like a fragile and delicate camellia, unable to withstand even the slightest wind or rain, she could only be pampered in the depths of the garden in the manor.

If there was even a little bit of wind or rain, she would be delicate and shed tears of gold.

Jiang Yaoyao was trembling with fear, she was pulled into the man’s arms again, and he stroked her head.

His deep voice had a coaxing tone, both enchanting and seductive, even his breath seemed to surround her:

“Didn’t you say you admired me, and then?”