Ye Minghan leaned against the stair railing, gazing at the only painting hanging in the corridor.

The painting depicts only one graceful, pure white rose, as pristine as jade.

That was his beloved Qingyan's favorite flower.

She once said, "The meaning of white roses is—I am worthy of you."

"Night, handsome, don't underestimate yourself anymore. You're the perfect match for me."

"You are like this white rose, captivating me."

Do you know what a white rose represents?

"It means you are my only one."

"Pure love, only you and me..."

Scenes from the past replayed in his mind.

Back then, she would always kiss his upper lip and whisper countless sweet nothings to him.

Flirt with him, touch him inappropriately.

But by his senior year of college, his obsession with her had grown stronger and stronger, to the point that he could no longer hide it.

Ye Minghan rested one hand on the railing, continuing to listen to the conversation in the living room.

"Flute, rest assured, I know him, he won't hurt me."

“In his heart, I am absolutely the only one.”

"And, I'll tell you a secret, he never liked Han Ruowu from beginning to end."

"He only likes me."

"Huahua, what kind of spell has he cast on you? You've only known him for two days! Why are you so sympathetic to him?"

"When did the Flower Fairy become love-obsessed?"

"Is this still the Hua Hua I know?"

"Hua Hua, tell me honestly, did he threaten you? Or did he cast a spell on you?"

"No, Flute, do you believe in reincarnation? He and I were lovers in our previous life, and in this life, we are continuing our good fortune."

"My God, you've even come up with such nonsense as past lives and present lives. Hua Hua, you're really completely in love."

...

The two continued chatting, and Ye Minghan looked at the bite mark on his left forearm.

His girl defended him in every word and trusted him wholeheartedly.

Can he believe that she has come back to save him this time?

Will she leave again?

His slender hands were clenched into fists, and his gaze was resolute and obsessive.

He dared not gamble on that one in a million chance; he had to hold on tightly to it.

She was not allowed to have even the slightest thought of escaping.

The sunlight outside the window was scorching hot, but he, standing in the corridor, felt as if he were trapped in an icy pool.

It was as if even scorching lava could not melt the frost that had solidified in his heart.

In his previous life, if it weren't for that woman Han Ruowu, he wouldn't have been separated from his beloved Qingyan for more than four years.

The biting snow quickly covered his eyes, rolling into large snowballs, as if one careless move would freeze the world for miles around.

He turned and left the spiral staircase, walking towards the study.

After settling down at his desk, he began typing on the keyboard, trying to decipher the password to the World Bank's safe deposit box.

Because of his previous memories, he quickly obtained the correct password.

He then sent the 18-digit number to Gong Haojun's email address.

Now we'll see if he has the ability to take revenge!

As for Gong Qingchen? Consider this a generous gift to you in advance!

He still wants to team up with that woman Han Ruowu to bully his precious Qingyan?

Daydreaming too much can easily lead to mental illness!

Gong Haojun had probably been sitting in front of the computer the whole time. After verifying the password, he quickly transferred 10 billion to Ye Minghan's account through a special channel.

Meanwhile, two girlfriends who were chatting in the living room on the first floor started talking about another topic.

Xiao Xiao gently poked the hickey on her best friend's neck and asked, a little worried:

"Huahua, you guys are playing so intensely, won't that affect your heart?"

She still vividly remembers her sister's heart attack.

She was genuinely afraid that her child would relapse.

Hua Qingyan blushed as she looked at her best friend and whispered in her ear:

"Flute, some things, when you talk about them, are really absurd."

"But I still have to tell you the truth, when I was with Ye Minghan, my heart was no different from that of a normal person."

"And I also discovered that when I kiss him, I feel a warm current flowing through my heart, nourishing it."

Upon hearing these words, Xiao Xiao looked back at the Flower Fairy in shock, silently saying:

Even if you're making up a story, you should at least come up with something more realistic. How can she believe something so far-fetched?

Hua Qingyan understood the meaning in her best friend's eyes, blinked her big eyes, and nodded firmly at her.

Please trust her!

What she said is true!

It took Xiao Xiao a while to calm down before she decided to believe what sounded like nonsense for the time being.

Because her flowers would never lie to her.

She glanced around, and seeing no one was there, leaned close to her friend's ear and whispered:

Does he know?

Hua Qingyan gently shook her head and made a gesture to her to keep it a secret.

This definitely cannot be known to Ye Minghan.

It's one thing for her to be infatuated with him and to try to win him over, but she can't let him know about this "master key".

After all, no one knows what will happen next, and she wants to keep the initiative in her own hands.

Seeing that the Flower Fairy was still rational, Xiao Xiao nodded.

"Hua Hua, what are your plans for the future?"

"You're not going to stay in this villa forever, are you? Never leaving the house?"

"Being locked up here every day will make you sick even if you're not."

These words sounded strangely familiar. Hua Qingyan held her best friend's hands in her own.

"Flute, you are truly my best friend."

"?"

Xiao Xiao raised her eyebrows, puzzled. She hadn't really said anything, had she? She had just asked her best friend about her future plans.

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!