The cool moonlight was the only light in the bedroom, and in the dimness, it was hard to fall asleep with my eyes open.

Her brother wants her to stay in Haicheng, which clashes with her desire to go to A University. What should she do?

After tossing and turning for a long time, I finally felt sleepy and slowly closed my eyes to fall asleep.

The entire Qi family villa was empty; Wang Ma and the other servants were nowhere to be seen.

Fang Zhi ran from the second floor to the first floor, but the familiar place turned into a maze, and she couldn't find her way out.

The spacious hall was dark, and the sound of chains echoed in my ears in the darkness, revealing my helpless screams:

"Brother, Aunt Wang, Xiaojing...where are you?"

She called out everyone's names, but no one responded.

Fang Zhi tried to run out of the villa, but suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, twisting his ankle.

She reached out to touch it, only to realize with a start that the sound of the chains was actually from her walking.

A heavy chain bound one of her feet, the long chain extending into the deepest part of the villa, with eyes fixed on her from the shadows at the other end of the chain.

She demanded, "Who are you? Where are the others?"

Then she heard a soft laugh from the other side, a laugh that carried the composure and dominance of someone in a superior position.

Fang Zhi instinctively sensed danger, but still forced himself to speak, "Let me go."

The other party uttered a single "no," followed by a low, cold voice saying, "From now on, you can only stay here; you can't go anywhere else."

His voice echoed in the room, clinging to her ears like a maggot.

Fang Zhi asked, puzzled, "Why?"

The person opposite seemed to have left, or perhaps they were deliberately remaining silent, admiring her current appearance.

The entire villa was deathly quiet and desolate; she tried various methods to break the chains, but to no avail.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky outside the window was bright and the warm sunlight shone directly into the bedroom. I realized that I had struggled to sit up and there was a layer of cold sweat on the tip of my small nose.

It was a dream.

The dream felt so real, so real, that it made her panic.

Fang Zhi recalled the voice in his dream. The voice was familiar, like his brother's voice but not quite. The voice was like frozen frost, chilling him to the bone.

I guess it's because I've been under too much pressure lately that I'm having these weird dreams. I just realized I need to massage my head.

He then picked up his phone from the bedside table and checked the time.

Around midnight, she got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up and change her clothes, and then went downstairs.

Wang Ma went out to buy groceries, and Xiao Jing was cleaning the living room on the first floor by herself.

Hearing footsteps, Xiaojing looked up.

The girl wore a long-sleeved white dress, her smooth, shiny black hair was loosely draped behind her head, and her features were delicate and pure.

Like a white peony, it is budding yet quiet and reserved, possessing a natural and gentle beauty.

"Miss, you're awake?"

"Hmm, why didn't you wake me up this morning?"

"Young Master said you didn't look well, probably because you've been studying hard lately. So before he left, he told you to take a good rest during your holiday and not to wake you."

Fang Zhi froze, raising his hand to touch his cheek. The pressure of studying in the senior year of high school was indeed great, but it wasn't that obvious.

My brother even noticed this. Dreams are the opposite; the person in the dream wasn't my brother.

It was all her terrible imagination.

Her cherry-colored lips curved slightly.

Xiaojing asked, "Wang Ma just went out to buy ingredients. She prepared a meal before she left. Would you like some?"

Fang Zhi nodded.

After finishing her meal alone, the girl returned to her bedroom and reviewed the math problems that Qi Shen had taught her the day before.

After digesting everything, she diligently reviewed the other subjects.

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The bustling and dreamlike city of Haicheng, shrouded in night, carries the dreams of countless people who strive to put down roots here throughout their lives.

But resources and resources are limited, and the vast majority of the world's resources and money are in the hands of a few.

Perhaps the only thing that is fair between ordinary people and those at the top is death.

Ting Shui Cui Guan is one of the biggest money pits in Haicheng. The parking lot is full of luxury cars. In the hands of the customers, the car is nothing more than a toy. However, any car you choose is the destination that ordinary people can never reach in their entire lives.

The largest private room was filled with smoke and a hazy atmosphere.

A group of young men from Haicheng gathered together, chatting about everything under the sun, while their female companions sat beside them, each one more glamorous than the last.

After declining several invitations from wealthy young men to play games with him, Qi Shen sat alone in a corner.

Gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high, straight nose, and his handsome face wore a calm expression that betrayed no emotion.

The wine glass in front of him held a red liquid that refracted a mesmerizing hue in the dim light.

A figure loomed over them. "What are you standing there for?"

Qi Shen glanced at the newcomer but remained silent.

Fu Shaosi shrugged, his black shirt giving him an air of both nobility and wickedness. He sat down on the sofa closest to Qi Shen, a smile playing on his lips. "Didn't you say you wanted to drink?"

Qi Shen said casually, "I invited you to drink, but you called so many people. It's annoying."

Fu Shaosi said nonchalantly, "Since Shi Yan and Bai Chuan aren't here, let's invite some other people over to make it more lively."

Besides, these two grown men are neither troubled by love nor worried about making a living, so what would they drink together?

Are we to toast to their superficial brotherhood, a relationship of "you cheat me, I'll lie to you"?

Fu Shaosi raised his hand towards the crowd, and a sweet-looking girl tactfully came over with a wine glass.

He leaned back slightly, his posture languid and casual, and pointed at Qi Shen, saying to the woman, "Clink glasses with this lady."

The woman was very obedient, raising her glass and bowing with a humble and submissive posture, "Hello, may I clink glasses with you?"

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