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“Am I going to die? It hurts… It hurts so much…”
“Yin Hanyu, is that you? I think I see you…”
Lin Qingyou was trapped in a sea of fire, her consciousness slowly fading.
“Yin Hanyu, in my next life, I will definitely be your true wife and give you adorable children…”
The cruise ship exploded, flames engulfing the sky.
Panic-stricken people scrambled to escape, yet a lone man in a black coat rushed against the tide of fleeing passengers.
As Lin Qingyou lay in despair, waiting for death, she was suddenly pulled into a familiar embrace.
“Wife, I finally found you…”
A falling beam struck the man’s body. Blood gushed from his lips, yet he shielded her with all his might.
“Yin Hanyu…”
Lin Qingyou screamed as she watched him cough up blood while still protecting her. “Yin Hanyu, why are you so foolish?”
“Go! Leave now! I’m not worth this!”
“Wife, I’m sorry, but this time, I can’t listen to you.”
Yin Hanyu caressed her pale, fragile face, pain racking his body as blood continued to spill from his mouth. Yet, his expression held nothing but satisfaction and joy.
“Xiao Qingyou, I read the bookmark you wrote. So… you didn’t actually hate me?”
“Xiao Qingyou, in the next life, can you not hide your feelings for me?”
“Wife, you clearly love me too… so why do you always run away from me?”
“I…”
The inferno and the deafening explosion swallowed everything—her words included.
“It hurts… It hurts so much…”
An unspeakable pain jolted Lin Qingyou awake.
Before she could react, a man’s lips sealed over hers in a domineering kiss, his tongue invading without mercy.
“Mmm… Mmm… Mmm!”
He firmly grasped her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers, leaving no room for resistance.
“Qingyou… Qingyou… Qingyou…”
“Yin Hanyu…?”
Realization struck her. Overwhelmed with joy, she threw her arms around him.
Yet, the man on top of her seemed to have lost all rationality, whispering her name over and over while relentlessly tormenting her body.
“I’m here… I’m here… I’m right here…”
Tears streamed down Lin Qingyou’s face as she clung to him tightly.
He’s alive?
Is this a dream?
But if it were a dream, why did it hurt so much?
A sudden glimpse at the calendar made her freeze.
Three years ago?!
Had she been reborn to that very night three years ago?
Before she could gather her thoughts, she was swept back into a whirlwind of passion.
“Ah…” Lin Qingyou bit Yin Hanyu’s shoulder instinctively, unable to endure it any longer.
Dear God, why did I have to be reborn at this moment?
“Qingyou, don’t hate me…”
“Qingyou, I’m not disgusting…”
His broken whispers shattered her heart. Tears blurred her vision as regret overwhelmed her.
“I’m sorry…”
She pulled him into a kiss, trembling, pouring all her remorse and pain into it.
“Yin Hanyu, I don’t hate you, and you’re not disgusting.”
“Yin Hanyu, I love you.”
Her words were like the most potent aphrodisiac. Desire darkened his eyes, and soon, the room was filled with an intoxicating atmosphere.
As she drifted into unconsciousness, one absurd thought flashed through her mind—
Did fate bring her back to life only for her to die in bed this time?
When Lin Qingyou woke up again, Yin Hanyu was still fast asleep.
She reached out, tracing his perfect, sculpted features.
Sharp brows, deep starry eyes, and flawlessly chiseled features—he looked like a masterpiece personally crafted by the goddess Nuwa.
There were two undeniable facts about Yin Hanyu:
One, he was devastatingly handsome.
Two, he was absurdly rich.
Yet, his mere presence exuded an aura of menace, making everyone fear him.
But asleep, he looked nothing like the domineering demon he was when awake.
He seemed like a sleeping prince in Monet’s garden—peaceful, breathtaking.
Unable to resist, she leaned in and stole a soft kiss from his lips before sneaking off to shower.
As she stood under the icy water, Lin Qingyou’s mind raced.
In her past life, she had woken up first, just like now.
Since Yin Hanyu had consumed more of the drugged wine, he had been in a deeper sleep.
Back then, horrified by what had happened, she had fled in a panic.
Later, the media reported that the “crown prince of Beijing” had spent the night in a hotel with a Lin family heiress.
But the heiress named in the reports wasn’t her—it was her younger sister, Lin Qingqing.
She had despised Yin Hanyu back then. The two of them were notorious enemies, always at each other’s throats.
So, she had never even considered revealing the truth to him.
Her stepmother, seizing the opportunity, had pushed Lin Qingqing into Yin Hanyu’s life, using public opinion to force him into marriage.
But Yin Hanyu was never one to follow the rules.
No one could manipulate him—he had no morals to guilt-trip.
When Lin Qingyou stepped out of the bathroom, she was stunned to see Lin Qingqing sneaking in from the balcony.
So in my past life, she had actually come here in person…
Lin Qingqing, still in her hotel nightgown, glanced at the sleeping Yin Hanyu. She deliberately loosened her neckline, exposing a generous amount of cleavage.
Just as she moved closer, Yin Hanyu’s eyes snapped open.
Seeing him awake, Lin Qingqing immediately put on a pitiful, tearful expression.
“Hanyu-gege, you’re finally awake… Last night, we… we…”
“We what?” Yin Hanyu didn’t even spare her a glance, his voice laced with chilling indifference.
“We… we…” Lin Qingqing bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Are you mute or just stuttering?”
“Last night… you were drugged… and you… you took me…”
She didn’t need to finish her sentence—some things were better left implied.
But Yin Hanyu merely sneered.
“Took you? You mean slept with you?”
“Hanyu-gege… you…” Lin Qingqing blushed, lowering her head, her fingers twisting shyly.
“Stop acting. You might have the face to put on a show, but I have no interest in watching it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. If you don’t get it, go look it up in the dictionary—I’m not your language tutor.”
Lin Qingqing’s face twisted in humiliation.
She had planned to replace Lin Qingyou and claim the title of Yin Hanyu’s woman.
If she succeeded, she would become his wife—the most powerful woman in Beijing.
“Hanyu-gege~”
“Who the hell allowed you to call me that?”
Yin Hanyu’s voice was filled with sheer disgust as he glanced at the balcony.
“Get out the way you came in. Or better yet, since you seem so cheap, I can do you a favor and kick you out myself.”
Lin Qingqing froze.
“Hanyu-gege, you can’t treat me like this! Last night, you were so passionate—”
“Passionate? You think too highly of yourself. I was drugged, not brain-dead. I know exactly who I slept with.”
“Now, get lost!”