"Sister? Where is the sister?" Chen Xinji, on his deathbed, sat up in shock, his head spinning as if he were seeing a phantom.
Those around him teased him, "Young Master Ling, you haven't been back to China for over ten years. What girl would recognize you? She's definitely here for Brother Yu again!"
Yu Jiamu stood on the steps, looking down at her, his eyelids slightly raised, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. Clearly, this scene was commonplace for him.
The girl frantically pulled a notebook out of her backpack and started scribbling on it.
"Oh! I know, a love letter! Hehe, Brother Yu, that's so romantic!"
"Alright, keep your voice down." Yu Jiamu smiled as he stopped the others from making a fuss. His originally nonchalant expression froze slightly when he turned his head.
The air suddenly became quiet, and someone behind me gasped.
The streetlights were too dim, and they couldn't see Ling Zhen's face clearly.
Yu Jiamu watched the girl walk up the steps one by one. She held the notebook to her chest and looked up at him.
Loud music was playing in the bar, and a beam of multicolored light peeked out from a small door, hitting her face directly.
Lin Zhenzhen and Yu Jiamu stared at each other for two seconds before she looked away and walked straight toward Chen Xinji behind him.
The boys who had just been making fun of Chen Xinji exchanged glances and started shaking his shoulders.
"Young Master Ling, wake up! This girl really is here to see you."
Lin Zhenzhen handed him the notebook, but unfortunately Chen Xinji was already too drunk to think straight.
He stared at the paper for a long time, even straining his eyes until they crossed, but he still couldn't figure out what was written on it.
With no other option, Lin Zhenzhen could only pull the notebook back and hand it to Yu Jiamu beside her.
However, the other person stared at her with narrowed eyes, seemingly unwilling to accept.
"What? He doesn't want it, so you give it to me? Is your sister raising fish here?"
Lin Zhenzhen withdrew her hand and turned to walk towards another person without any hesitation.
A hand darted out and snatched the notebook from her arms.
Yu Jiamu quickly finished reading the words written on the paper, then raised his head, his right eyebrow raised, looking somewhat surprised.
"Are you Ling Zhen?"
Lin Zhenzhen nodded. Seeing that he had no other reaction, she leaned closer and wrote a line on the notebook: I can't get through the gate, so I came to find Chen Xinji. Can you give me the key?
Yu Jiamu remained silent for a few seconds. She had heard that the Chen family had a daughter, but no one in the circle had taken it seriously. Even Chen Xinji hadn't mentioned his older sister at all all night.
"Can't speak?" His words were ambiguous, neither mocking nor showing pity.
Lin Zhenzhen neither nodded nor wrote anything; she simply stared at her with her clear, bright eyes.
Being looked at by those eyes, Yu Jiamu felt a strange sense of guilt welling up inside him.
He smirked casually, "Fine, stop looking at me like that. I admit I was wrong, okay?"
"Chen Xinji is drunk, and I need to take him home. Let's go together."
Inside the red Ferrari.
Ling Zhen sat in the passenger seat, turning her head to look out the window.
[Ding! Male lead's affection level +10, current affection level 10. By the way, isn't this the male lead whose affection level has increased the fastest so far?]
The car window reflected the man's profile; he was holding the steering wheel with one hand and resting his forehead on the car door with the other.
Perhaps noticing Lin Zhenzhen's gaze, he lifted his eyelid to the right, revealing a half-smile.
Lin Zhenzhen straightened her head and focused intently on her toes.
[I'll figure it out sooner or later anyway, so does it matter if I do it quickly or slowly?]
"...What you're saying doesn't seem wrong."
Her bangs swept away, concealing the burning competitive spirit in Lin Zhenzhen's eyes.
Besides, this main quest isn't about winning him over. Didn't you say you sent me here to avenge the original owner of this body?
Ling Zhen's mother was Ling Houwen's first wife, and the one who helped him build his empire from scratch.
Because of Ling Zhen's mother's health condition, the couple were unable to have children after their marriage. Ling Houwen said he didn't care, but the knot in his heart had never been untied.
So when his mistress told him she was pregnant, Ling Houwen did not hesitate at all and drafted a divorce agreement the next day.
Fate played a cruel trick; not long after the divorce, Lingzhen's mother discovered that she was also pregnant.
By this time, she had been heartbroken by Ling Houwen, so she quit her job and returned to her parents' home, a small county town in the south, while heavily pregnant.
She gave birth to her daughter here and named her Lingzhen, hoping that she would be as vibrant and energetic as a peach blossom.
Lingzhen's mother is a drama troupe actress, her maternal grandmother is a middle school math teacher, and her maternal grandfather is the director of the county cultural center.
Perhaps influenced by them, Ling Zhen showed a strong interest in art and extraordinary talent from a young age.
Although she lives in a small town, the educational resources she receives are no less than those of children in big cities.
As a child, Lingzhen looked forward to taking the bus to the city every weekend to study vocal music.
She has suffered from motion sickness since she was a child. Every time her grandfather took her and her mother to the station, he would secretly take out a piece of malt candy from his pocket and give it to her.
"My dear Zhenzhen, eat quickly, you'll have the energy to sing."
She grew up in such an environment full of love and expectation, so she was both innocent and kind, and lived the most beautiful life.
But a mysterious fire completely rewrote Ling Zhen's life.
She lost her mother, her grandmother, and her voice.
Because she inhaled too much toxic gas and smoke, Ling Zhen's throat was severely burned, making it impossible for her to continue singing or even produce normal sounds.
The cheerful little lark that used to flit around everyone has vanished. Only a timid, dull, and troubled creature remains.
[The revenge you're talking about, do you mean finding the person who set the fire back then?]
The system explained: "The judgment still depends on the fluctuations in the panel values. The algorithm's evaluation dimensions are diverse and not necessarily solely related to the arson case from that year."
"Understood." Lin Zhenzhen twitched the corner of her mouth, basically meaning that none of the people with connections would escape.
The car slowed down noticeably as they entered the Chen family's villa area.
"You're saying you can't get in because you didn't bring your key?"
Lin Zhenzhen nodded.
"That's interesting," Yu Jiamu said with a smile, stroking his chin.
Who would come up with such a lame excuse to make things difficult for this little mute?
His gaze fell on the figure in front of the vehicle.
Ha, do we even need to guess about this?
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