I want to possess you.
The person inside the crystal coffin did not open their eyes despite her desperate cries. The surrounding wreaths were densely packed, and the overhead lights were blindingly white.
Lin Zhen'er cried until her head ached terribly. The people standing behind her watched all this quietly, without saying a word. The woman sitting next to the huge object slumped to the ground and stared blankly for a while. Suddenly, she became furious, stood up, and went to push the large, heavy lid.
The people guarding the door were stunned by this sudden turn of events, before they could even rush to stop the woman who had suddenly gained supernatural power.
The person lying down suddenly opened his eyes, and seeing his assistant rush in from the door and then silently close his eyes, and his wife who had just been pushing the coffin lid but was now so frightened that she had retreated two meters and was sitting on the ground, made Jin Yanzhi want to laugh.
He rushed forward and embraced the frightened and helpless figure, and in the joy of their reunion, he happily lowered his head and kissed the woman several times.
"Are you really sick? Why are you pretending to be dead?"
Having been swept up in a whirlwind of sorrow and then swirled in a vortex of terror, screenwriter Lin, who had created so many characters, felt that her imagination paled in comparison to the man before her.
Who would go to such lengths to hold a funeral and pretend they're dead? The person being hugged so tightly they could hardly breathe felt that rolling their eyes a thousand times wouldn't even begin to express their contempt.
"I only did this to trick you into coming back! But you wouldn't come back no matter what I did, so I had no choice but to do this."
The man's voice remained as self-righteous as ever. He scratched his head helplessly, causing the button on the burial shroud to veer to one side.
The sudden death and subsequent denial of the news of the Jin family president kept the media extremely busy. After hiding at home for several days, Lin Zhen'er finally made it to the fourth day when the domineering president, who had seemingly come back from the brink of death, reluctantly went out for a meeting.
She immediately put on her new dress, took her dog out for a leisurely stroll, from the park to the cake shop. After eating and drinking to her heart's content and basking in the sun, she and her dog finally wandered home at a leisurely pace.
To her surprise, as soon as she entered, a stammering Qiao Jie greeted her, pointing to the reception tea room on the first floor. She said a guest had come to see her, but advised her not to go in until President Jin returned. Several suspicious faces flashed through her mind, filtering out her own father, whom she probably wouldn't dare to visit recently.
Mrs. Jin, who hadn't been back to China for a long time, couldn't think of anyone she could only see when Jin Yanzhi returned.
So after hesitating for a moment, she pushed open the door and went inside.
The guests inside were indeed somewhat unexpected. The rich second-generation sitting inside, turning his car keys, turned around and revealed himself to be Jin Chaosheng, her ex-boyfriend who had been sent abroad by her husband for further studies six months ago. No one knew how his studies were going during his time abroad.
Her clothes and hairstyle were much more fashionable now; she really shouldn't have come in. Looking at her silver hair, which looked like it had been slicked back with half a pound of hair wax, and her newly trimmed eyebrows, the woman who had been standing at the door for a long time didn't even have the courage to sit down.
"Screenwriter Lin is really doing very well now. I wonder if you ever think of me, your ex who was pushed into the abyss by you guys?"
They really came looking for trouble.
"Of course not."
The person who pulled out the chair and sat down poured tea into their cup and then picked up some snacks to eat. The most exhilarating moment in life is when you've finally gotten the script for a superhero drama, rising to great heights while your cheating ex-boyfriend remains stagnant.
Seeing the director across from him so furious, it was obvious that he had lost the support of his family, was not doing well studying abroad, and was probably also having relationship problems, which was why he had stormed back here in such a ferocious manner.
"In the end, you wouldn't be sitting here today without me."
Zhen'er, even if I was wrong when we broke up, you still benefited a lot from me, didn't you? Without me, would Jin Yanzhi even know who you are?
You need to understand, in the Jin family, in our circle, someone like you, with your background, is no different from a stray dog on the street. If you hadn't followed me for over half a year, my uncle would never have noticed you in his entire life.
Seeing that her sarcastic remarks were useless, the people who were angered by her calm demeanor started bringing up their old ties again. Jin Chaosheng had never really changed. In the past, he used the resources and power of the Jin family to fawn over the powerful and bully the weak in the entertainment industry, forcing talented but poor students to ghostwrite for him to win awards.
Now he's bringing up his own identity again, reminding this aunt who married into a wealthy family that without him, she wouldn't be where she is today.
From beginning to end, shirking all responsibility and taking no initiative has long been the norm for this ex-husband. I wonder what happened to that young woman who had an affair with him during his marriage, making headlines and then coming to provoke him at his engagement party.
"Yes, but I'm your elder now. You should be more polite when asking an elder for help."
"But it doesn't matter. If you hadn't cheated on me and caused that scene back then, I wouldn't be living such a good life today. So even if you're nice to me today, it's useless. I'm not going to help you anyway."
The words had barely left his lips when the spendthrift across from him slammed his cup heavily onto the table.
"You have so many resources at your disposal now, just give me any film to shoot."
"Then we can all win together, Lin Zhen'er, don't be so cold-blooded!"
There's really no point in talking to a man with such a problem. After finishing her snacks and wiping her hands, she gracefully rose to leave the small meeting room. It's ridiculous; this Director Kim seems to have completely forgotten his past actions.
He also completely forgot his cowardly attitude after putting her on the front page of the news and causing him to lose his job.
But it didn't matter if she couldn't remember, she didn't care anymore. The person who walked to the door and turned the handle never expected that a figure would pounce on her from behind and close the door again. What she didn't expect was that in that instant, Jin Yanzhi's ashen face appeared right in front of her.
"Let's talk this over again. Don't rush to reject me. Even my uncle has never been as heartless as you..."
Jin Chaosheng, who was holding her shoulders from behind and trying to pull her back, was clearly not expecting that the uncle he had mentioned would suddenly appear. His hands froze in place, neither pulling back nor exerting any more force.
With her mind buzzing, Lin Zhen'er quickly slipped away and hid behind her husband.
"I came to see my aunt because I wanted to..."
The rich kid, who had been making a ruckus just moments before, suddenly dropped eight octaves in volume upon seeing that figure.
"roll!"
Jin Yanzhi's voice contained restrained anger, and his fearful ex-girlfriend immediately turned around to put on her coat and walk out. The screenwriter, Lin, looked at the figure that resembled a primary school student being caught dozing off in class by the homeroom teacher and suddenly felt a sense of schadenfreude.
She turned her head to look at the slumped-shoulders, drooping-headed figure, and whistled lightly:
"You're so short, Kim Chao-sheng. You look so weak standing next to my husband."
Unlike Director Kim, who paused by the glass door, trying to straighten his 1.82-meter frame, her husband, upon witnessing this scene, quickly raised the corners of his mouth before turning serious again, pushing away her hand that was clinging to him, and walking downstairs without saying a word.
Outside the window, the weather was fine and sunny, and the little dog was purring happily in its kennel. It seemed that only the unprepared female owner had suffered from this unexpected disaster.
The woman who quickly followed reached the bedroom door and suddenly pulled her off-the-shoulder dress down to reveal her shoulders. She playfully winked at the man sitting on the edge of the bed, who was sulking. When he didn't respond and instead rolled his eyes at her, she noticed that he didn't reciprocate.
"Stop joking around with me. You could have easily ignored him. Who knew what you two were doing just now..."
Mr. Jin's voice was full of grievance and anger, and he seemed extremely difficult to appease.
The woman took a few deep breaths, a surge of unwavering courage welling up within her. She strode to the bedside, reached out and pushed the man in the suit onto the bed, propped herself up by his ear, and stared intently into his eyes, which were slightly evasive with shyness.
What are you doing?
The man's voice was a little hoarse; they had been separated for several months. In those months, apart from that terrifying hug at the funeral home a few days ago, the two hadn't had any intimate interactions. Their most frequent contact these past few days had been drinking soup from the same pot.
"I want to possess you."
The woman's voice was playful and alluring; she clung to him like a mischievous wildcat. Her familiar moans and enticing fragrance swept over him once more, and the man, lost in ecstasy, unleashed all the desires he had suppressed for the past six months, almost as if seeking revenge.
By the time the two of them collapsed onto the pillows, panting, it was completely dark.
"Don't think that just because of this, I'll forgive what you did this afternoon..."
Jin, trying to coax his wife a little more, snorted twice through his nose, hoping she would comfort him again.
"Then you shouldn't forgive me. I'm hungry now, I need to go downstairs and get something to eat."
The woman got up, dressed, and disappeared quickly through the door like a scoundrel who had taken advantage of someone and was about to leave. Jin Yanzhi, still savoring the moment, remained awkwardly on the bed for a long time before finally getting up, putting on his pajamas, and going downstairs.
The chicken soup that Sister Qiao stewed was as delicious as ever. The woman, who was focused on eating, pretended not to see her husband sitting next to her and was seriously struggling with the chicken leg in her hand.
This moment was truly precious for Mr. Jin, who had been alone in his empty room for months. He held the soup bowl and watched the person beside him eat savagely for a long time, unwilling to look away, afraid that if he blinked, this scene would disappear again.
"You and Jin Chaosheng..."
Just as that familiar voice rang out, the chicken in her mouth was swallowed. Lin Zhen'er turned her head helplessly, shook her finger from side to side, and then frowned and spoke:
"Our relationship was just a charade, each of us with our own agendas. Now all that's left is parting ways and the disgust of mutual contempt."
There is absolutely no possibility of any lingering connection; please, do not insult me.
The man, secretly pleased, hadn't even had a chance to laugh out loud when his wife's next words startled him:
"But your doubts about me just now were too hurtful. As an apology, if you, Mr. Jin, transfer the group's film and television assets worth several hundred million to me, we can let this matter go."
The woman, smugly pleased with the astronomical figure she'd fabricated to change the subject, carefully observed her husband's expression, tilting her head to reveal her signature toothy grin. She wriggled around happily, waiting for the person beside her to beg for mercy.
However, a minute later, Mr. Jin's voice once again overturned her prediction:
"Then give me two days."
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