Reincarnation: Trying to pretend to be ordinary, but it turns out it's really impossible.

He was carrying a bag of bread and a carton of milk.

"You didn't eat dinner, take this back to your dorm and eat it. Don't go hungry, or you'll get stomach problems, and you'll regret it later."

Lin Jiajia originally wanted to say a few more words to him, but looking at the bag of food,

And the undisguised concern in his eyes made him swallow back the words he was about to say.

She thought to herself: For the sake of his face and this bread, I won't hold it against him.

So she silently reached out and took the bag.

When they arrived at the dormitory building, Ji Chongyan seemed to want to say something more, but Lin Jiajia had already opened the car door.

The car door slammed shut, shutting him out from the unfinished conversation.

Ji Chongyan sat in the car, watching the people who had run away for a long time before finally starting the car and slowly driving away from the school gate.

The car drove away from the university campus and merged into the nighttime traffic.

Ji Chongyan gripped the steering wheel, his heart heavy with a suffocating feeling.

He raised his hand, pressed the car's Bluetooth button, and dialed his friend's number. The call had barely connected when…

A lazy, teasing voice came from over there:

"Hey, busy man, what brings you to call me? Is your blind date not going well?"

Ji Chongyan frowned, did not answer, and then went straight to the point: "I have a question for you."

"you say."

"There used to be a little tagalong who followed you around all the time, calling you 'brother' all the time."

She once said she would marry you when she grew up, but after many years, when we met again, she suddenly became extremely cold towards you.

Why does he look so impatient even when he says a single word?

Upon hearing this, his friend was stunned for a few seconds, then couldn't help but burst out laughing. Wasn't this just Ji Chongyan himself?

Don't think he doesn't know about his affairs.

He said calmly, "Is that even a question? He's probably fallen for someone else and has feelings for someone else."

These words were like a needle, piercing Ji Chongyan's heart, and his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened suddenly.

After a long pause, he retorted in a deep voice, "Impossible. I've investigated. She doesn't have a boyfriend, nor does she have anyone she likes."

There has never been another person of the opposite sex in my life.

"That's even simpler," my friend said. "It's just that you don't like this person anymore. The feelings you had when you were little were immature to begin with, and after so many years of no contact, they've faded away."

They're all grown up now, they have their own ideas, and naturally they won't be the same as when they were little.

Ji Chongyan's heart sank completely, his fingertips grew slightly cold, and he asked anxiously, "Then what should we do?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a quick cough and a brief pause.

"What else can we do?" my friend deliberately dragged out the words, "Just keep pursuing her."

Ji Chongyan was taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly: "Chase after them?"

"Otherwise what?" My friend suppressed a laugh, patting his chest as he assured me.

"Yeah, I have tons of secret tips for pursuing people, a complete guide. Just give me your friend's WeChat and I'll send it to him."

Ji Chongyan's ears tightened slightly, and his tone became a bit more serious: "...Send it to me. I'll send it to him."

His friend was secretly laughing his head off. Who would have thought that Ji Chongyan, who was aloof and domineering on the outside, would have this day?

"Okay, I'll send it to you."

After hanging up the phone, his friend quickly sent Ji Chongyan a corny yet sweet guide to winning over arrogant young ladies.

Ji Chongyan parked his car on the side of the road and opened the file sent by his friend.

The title is quite serious: "Practical Guide for High-End Individuals to Pursue Their Wives".

But once you click on it, the content becomes increasingly outrageous:

Delivering breakfast to reserve a seat, morning and evening updates, confessing your love by slamming someone against a wall, feigning weakness and pitifulness, a complete collection of cheesy pickup lines...

As he read through the reports one by one, his already somber face gradually turned ashen.

In the end, it became as dark as a storm cloud looming overhead.

He tossed his phone aside and went straight home.

The lights in the entryway came on, and a maid hurriedly came forward: "Young Master is back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure approached from the side—it was his younger brother, Ji Yunheng, who was five years younger than him.

He was dressed casually, his face showing amusement and a desire to see things go well.

"Big brother, I knew it," Ji Yunheng scoffed, his tone flippant.

"Did Miss Lin give you a hard time? Their family is nothing special, not even comparable to our Ji family."

There are plenty of beautiful women in the world, why are you fixated on her and insist on marrying her?

Ji Chongyan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze chillingly cold, piercing straight at Ji Yunheng.

"This is none of your business. Mind your own business." His voice was deep and authoritative.

"Don't fail any more courses this year. Our Ji family can't afford to lose face like that."

Ji Yunheng's face flushed instantly, and he retorted with a stiff neck:

"Brother! Not everyone is like you, born with a natural talent for studying!"

"But the Ji family has never had a child like you who keeps failing his exams."

Ji Chongyan spoke calmly, yet every word was piercing.

"Even though your younger sister Qingyuan loves to play, she has never fallen out of the top ten in her grade. Both Mom and Dad were PhD students back then. In our family, there is no one who is bad at studying."

Ji Yunheng's face turned pale and then red, extremely embarrassed, and a fleeting hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

The atmosphere was so tense it felt like it was about to freeze.

At this moment, the new maid, Aunt Li, quickly stepped forward to smooth things over:

"Young Master, please don't speak of the Second Young Master like that. Even among the nine sons of the dragon, each is different."

Everyone is different; you can't be so harsh on the second young master.

Ji Chongyan's gaze swept coldly over her.

This woman was someone Ji Yunheng insisted on bringing in.

According to the standards for hiring personnel, the company conducts a multi-stage screening process based on education, background, and personal qualities.

There's no way we could hire a woman who only graduated from junior high school and came from the countryside.

Ji Chongyan was too lazy to waste another word on the two of them.

He turned around and went straight up the stairs.

With a soft "bang," the study door closed.

He was the only one left in the large study. The night outside the window was deep, and the room was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing.

Ji Chongyan sat at the table, his fingertips pressed against his brow, his expression changing repeatedly. Finally, he took out his phone and opened the guide to winning back his wife.