Chapter 1: Ninth Brother, I’ll Be Good From Now On…

Pain…

So much pain…

Meng Mingxuan woke up from a sharp pain, her eyes met a pair of angry, red-rimmed eyes.

Ninth… Ninth Brother?

How… how is this possible?

Wasn’t she dead?

But how could she see Ninth Brother after death?

Could it be… Ninth Brother was also dead?

No, that’s impossible!

He’s so powerful, Yin Ting couldn’t have killed him!

So, it must be a hallucination after her death…

Her lips trembled, “Ninth Brother…”

“Meng Mingxuan, for Yin Ting, you dare to hurt yourself like this! Do you have any conscience?!”

Yan Mo Jiu tightly grasped Meng Mingxuan’s wrist, which was cut by the wine bottle, his handsome face contorted with rage.

His usually magnetic, low voice was filled with suppressed anger.

Inside the private room.

No one dared to make a sound.

The three good brothers who had been drinking with Yan Mo Jiu – Nie Ziyang, Tang Jun, and Feng Yilin – all silently watched the scene.

This game of chess, in the end, Ninth Brother lost.

All because Meng Mingxuan threatened to die.

And Ninth Brother couldn’t bear to watch Meng Mingxuan die.

Meng Mingxuan stared at the man with a face full of anger, her heart filled with shock.

Her wrist, tightly grasped by the man, sent two different kinds of pain.

She couldn’t help but look at her aching wrist, and this look made her pupils shrink!

On her originally smooth and white wrist, there was a deep cut.

It was a fresh cut!

Because the wound was bleeding!

Perhaps there was glass in the wound, so the pain was unbearable.

And the other kind of pain… was because the man was gripping her wrist too hard, her wrist bones were almost broken.

Meng Mingxuan felt a little dazed.

So familiar…

This scene, so familiar.

It was exactly like the year she graduated from college, when she was 22 years old. Yin Ting proposed to her at the graduation ceremony, causing a stir throughout the campus. After she happily accepted Yin Ting’s proposal, she threatened to die to force Yan Mo Jiu to agree to her marriage to Yin Ting…

She remembered that she had barged into Yan Mo Jiu’s usual drinking room, and after he coldly refused her marriage to Yin Ting, she picked up a wine bottle and smashed it on the corner of the table.

Then, she used the broken half of the wine bottle to cut her wrist.

That was the first time she saw Yan Mo Jiu’s dark and terrifying side, the first time he made her hurt, the first time he yelled at her in public.

In the end…

He agreed to her marriage to Yin Ting.

And from that day on, she never saw Yan Mo Jiu again.

Even at her wedding to Yin Ting, Yan Mo Jiu, as her family member who had been with her for ten years, did not attend.

Meng Mingxuan stared blankly at the handsome man in front of her, who was so real that it didn’t seem like a dream.

She was deeply shocked.

Could it be… that she was reborn?

Was she reborn before she married Yin Ting, reborn on the night she threatened Yan Mo Jiu with death?

Looking at Meng Mingxuan’s small face, which was shrinking from pain, and her tear-stained face, Yan Mo Jiu seemed to let go of her hand with a mixture of sadness and mockery.

“I agree.”

Yan Mo Jiu’s hands hung by his side, his voice cold and hoarse.

But only those who knew him well knew that he was clenching his fingers, suppressing the rage in his heart.

Heaven knows how much he wanted to lock her up and never let her see that man again!

Ag, agree?

Meng Mingxuan came back to her senses from her shock, and was startled again!

Yes, after she cut her wrist in public that year, Yan Mo Jiu agreed to her marriage to Yin Ting.

And from that night on, she never saw Yan Mo Jiu again.

He wouldn’t answer her calls, wouldn’t reply to her messages, and completely disappeared from her world.

No, she couldn’t let him disappear like he did in her previous life!

“You… you agree to me marrying Yin Ting?” What should she do? How could she make him change his mind and disagree?

“Yes.”

Yan Mo Jiu’s thin lips parted slightly.

Could he just watch her continue to hurt herself if he didn’t agree?

The little rose he had raised with his own hands was eventually picked by another man.

And a man with ulterior motives.

She believed Yin Ting.

She didn’t believe him.

It was truly… ironic.

“No, you can’t agree.”

After a long silence in the private room, Meng Mingxuan suddenly spoke in a trembling voice, then she threw herself into Yan Mo Jiu’s arms.

“Ninth Brother, I was just kidding. I don’t want to marry Yin Ting, I want to go home… Don’t abandon me…”

Yan Mo Jiu’s heart, which had been torn to shreds, suddenly stopped hurting.

He looked at the furry head in his arms, his handsome face filled with confusion.

She threatened to die.

He agreed.

But why was she… reacting like this?

It was clearly her who didn’t want him, why was she turning the tables and saying he didn’t want her?

And the people in the private room: “…”

Damn, they had seen people change their faces faster than they could turn a page.

But they had never seen anyone change their face like Meng Mingxuan!

At this moment, Meng Mingxuan knew that her behavior was unreasonable.

She had just self-harmed to force Yan Mo Jiu to agree to her marriage to Yin Ting, but in the blink of an eye, she changed her mind, it was like she was possessed.

But she couldn’t care less.

She had to get Ninth Brother to promise to take her home, to promise to “want her.”

That way, Ninth Brother wouldn’t disappear from her world forever like he did in her previous life.

“Ninth Brother, I’ll be good from now on, you can’t abandon me…”

Meng Mingxuan hugged Yan Mo Jiu’s waist tightly, afraid that he would pry her hands away.

Yan Mo Jiu hadn’t hugged Meng Mingxuan for a long time – let alone hug her, even if he got close to her, she would avoid him.

He knew it was Yin Ting who had corrupted her.

He had taught her to keep her distance from him.

But now, she was in his arms, and she was the one who hugged him.

She said he didn’t want her, how could he not want her…

“I’m not abandoning you.” Yan Mo Jiu hugged the girl who was crying in his arms, making his heart ache, he didn’t care if she was going to kick him away the next second.

The men in the private room: “…”

They rubbed their foreheads.

Ninth Brother was completely under this little girl’s control, he would never be able to turn the tables for the rest of his life.