A spoiled brat at max level transmigrates into the male lead's vicious ex-girlfriend.

"Then I'll drink it!" Meng Mian's eyes lit up as she got up, sat on the bed, and happily accepted the hangover soup.

Ji Silin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her drink it all in one gulp.

I finally drank it.

He took the bowl back from Meng Mian and casually placed it on the bedside table.

Meng Mian had already lay down again, without closing her eyes.

She tilted her head and looked outside before saying softly, "When will it get light? I feel like tonight is so long, it never seems to end."

Ji Silin: "..."

So many days have passed in between, of course it's long, it's endless.

Ji Silin got up, pulled the thin blanket over her, and said, "Go to sleep. It will be dawn when you wake up."

"I just woke up, how come it's not light yet?"

"...That's because I woke you up, not because you woke up on your own."

"Oh, is that so? Then I'm going to sleep!" Meng Mian had just closed her eyes when she suddenly opened them again. She looked at her own hand, then at Ji Silin's hand. "How strange, shouldn't my hand be holding yours? When did it let go?"

Ji Silin lied to the drunkard with a blank expression: "It loosened when you were drinking the hangover soup."

"Oh, I was so focused on drinking the hangover soup that I didn't even notice." After saying this softly, Meng Mian quickly grabbed one of Ji Silin's hands.

Meng Mian's eyes crinkled into a smile: "That's how it has to be, so you can't escape!"

Ji Silin: "..."

Fine, he can't go back to his own room again.

Ji Silin resigned himself to his fate.

He sat down on the carpet, leaning against the edge of the bed.

Meng Mian then closed her eyes again.

But thinking about how Ji Silin had just threatened her, saying that if she didn't drink it, he wouldn't take her to heaven tomorrow, she felt insecure.

He opened his eyes again.

With pleading eyes, she looked at Ji Silin and said, with a wronged expression, "You really won't lie to me again, will you?"

Before Ji Silin could speak, she continued:

"You're a god, how could you lie to people?"

"So, are you doing well in heaven, with your incense offerings?"

"If the God of Wealth is a fraud, then no one should be asking you for money, right? Without offerings, what will you eat?"

"My God of Wealth is truly the best! Not only did he not deceive me, but he also made me rich!"

"You know what? I'm a rich woman now! Even Vivi isn't as rich as me!"

"It's all thanks to my God of Wealth!"

As she spoke, Meng Mian's face grew increasingly flushed, and she looked extremely proud.

It even had a hint of showing off.

But the more Meng Mian spoke, the more she realized:

"Huh? Who is my God of Wealth? Why am I asking about my God of Wealth? Shouldn't there be only one God of Wealth? The one in heaven, that is, you?"

Meng Mian looked at the man beside the bed with utter confusion.

I feel like my brain isn't big enough to handle it all.

His eyebrows were furrowed as he pondered the question.

Ji Silin was quite happy that Meng Mian remembered him after she got drunk.

Seeing Meng Mian pondering this question, he said, "I am your God of Wealth."

Unexpectedly, Meng Mian's eyes instantly welled up with tears, her accusations became even louder than before, and she even sat up:

"You're lying! You're not my lucky charm!"

"My God of Wealth would never lie to me or treat me like this. He would only be good to me, take care of me, and give me lots and lots of money!"

"I've seen you for so long! You're supposed to be the God of Wealth from heaven, someone who could bless me with even greater riches, but you haven't let me make a single penny!"

"Nobody would believe you!"

Ji Silin knew he couldn't reason with the drunkard, so he wasn't surprised at all that Meng Mian said that.

He just couldn't bear to see Meng Mian with teary eyes, so he immediately coaxed her gently, "Yes, I lied, I was wrong, I'm not your lucky charm, don't cry anymore?"

"Okay, then I won't cry anymore," Meng Mian said softly, her voice choked with sobs.

She seems to have a very good temper.

Ji Silin felt a pang of heartache.

He clearly couldn't stand seeing her like this, yet he was the one who made her cry.

This is the second time tonight.

He should just shut up.

She cried whenever he spoke.

He didn't say anything; she couldn't possibly cry again tonight.

Meng Mian, wiping away her tears, seemed to realize something: "But my God of Wealth seems to be named Ji Silin, and you are also named Ji Silin... It's so strange."

Ji Silin refrained from speaking.

"Huh?" Meng Mian suddenly leaned closer, staring at his face bit by bit. "You two look exactly alike..."

Ji Silin almost couldn't breathe.

Meng Mian was too close to him now; their noses were almost touching.

His eyes could only see into her eyes.

Ji Silin remained silent.

But my heart was pounding.

After looking at her for a while, Meng Mian finally moved her soft, white face away. "Why is my God of Wealth so unlucky? You look exactly like him and even have the same name."

Ji Silin... remained silent.

"Anyway, my God of Wealth is the best!" Meng Mian cheered again, her eyes sparkling. "He's good to me, gives me money, lots and lots of money! You can't compare, you're not good enough."

Ji Silin really wanted to say something for herself...

Never mind, I'd better not say anything.

"I love my God of Wealth the most!" Meng Mian said even more happily and softly.

After saying that, she happily lay back down on the bed, ready to sleep.

Ji Silin's heart pounded as he listened.

She used to always say that he was the best, the best person in the world, and the best to her.

This is the first time she's said he's her favorite person!

Ji Silin couldn't hold back any longer and immediately asked, "You like me the most?"

Meng Mian immediately looked aggrieved: "Who likes you the most? I don't like you at all."

Ji Silin's heart almost turned into an ice cave.

But one can imagine that in Meng Mian's eyes when she was drunk, he and her God of Wealth were two different people.

Ji Silin's heart warmed again.

I was going to ask, "What's your favorite God of Wealth?"

But before he could speak, Meng Mian continued, "I love my God of Wealth! I love my God of Wealth the most!"

Ji Silin's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

So Meng Mian liked him?

Do you still like him the most?

"You have no idea how much money my God of Wealth has given me, how good he is to me... Anyway, I love my God of Wealth the most!" After saying this softly, Meng Mian hugged her pillow and lay down again.

She felt a little sleepy.

Ji Silin was immersed in great joy, but upon hearing this, his heart instantly calmed down.

But the next second, his heart filled with joy again.

Giving her more money really works!

Even if he felt that she liked him the most mainly because he gave her a lot of money, he still liked him the most.

Whether it was drunken talk or not, he took it seriously.

She just likes him, he's her favorite.

Even if it wasn't actually that kind of liking, he was still content.

At least there's been progress.

I no longer just like his money.

I'll start to like him too.