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

Meng Mian still hadn't opened her eyes, but she was softly asking, "Who's calling me?"

Ji Silin sighed helplessly, "Ji Silin."

"Ji Silin..." Meng Mian murmured the name.

After a long pause, he seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, that God of Wealth from heaven, you've descended to earth. I know you."

Ji Silin: "..."

Forget it.

"Can you still walk?" Ji Silin asked.

Meng Mian still didn't open her eyes. "What do you mean by 'go' or 'leave'? You're the God of Wealth, you're a deity, shouldn't you be able to fly?"

Ji Silin: "..."

He just asked a few questions.

Ji Silin then simply picked Meng Mian up horizontally.

When Meng Mian had a cashew allergy, Ji Silin hugged her.

At the time, I only felt sorry for Meng Mianqing.

But now, as soon as Ji Silin picked her up, he felt that although Meng Mian was still pitifully light, she was fragrant, soft, and especially easy to hold.

Ji Silin's cold eyes widened in surprise.

It must be his imagination.

But Meng Mian wasn't wearing perfume, so how could she smell nice?

What does the shampoo smell like?

The smell of laundry detergent?

But his shampoo and laundry detergent were the same as hers, which the maid had put in their bathroom, and they didn't smell like that.

Why does it smell so good?

The softness might mean she's finally gained some weight? It's just not obvious.

Or is it that she looks softer than usual, giving him the wrong impression?

Ji Silin remained calm on the surface, and his mind quickly went to that point before he stopped thinking about it.

Getting people back is the priority.

Fortunately, Meng Mian became even more obedient after getting drunk. After he picked her up, she nestled obediently and gently in his arms, just like a little kitten.

Ji Silin glanced at the person in his arms with lowered eyelids before walking outside.

But when passing by Li Xiwei, Ji Silin said, "You're not allowed to bring her drinking anymore."

Then he left the private room.

Li Xiwei was almost scared to death.

Was she warned?

Although it was indeed her who wanted to drink, she wasn't entirely innocent.

But how was he so sure it was her who brought it?

Does he really believe that Meng Mian won't drink on her own initiative?

After carrying Meng Mian out of the KTV, Ji Silin carefully placed Meng Mian into the back seat of the car.

And fasten Meng Mian's seatbelt.

Then he got on the bus.

Ji Silin has already discovered that when Meng Mian gets drunk, she obediently goes to sleep when no one talks to her.

When someone speaks to her, she responds very obediently to every word, even without opening her eyes.

Ji Silin didn't want to disturb Meng Mian's sleep, so he didn't say another word.

Not long after the car started moving, Meng Mian tried to turn over in her seat, seemingly wanting to change her sitting position, but the seatbelt tightened around her and she immediately frowned.

Her porcelain-white face was full of grievances.

He murmured, "It hurts...it hurts..."

Upon hearing that it hurt, Ji Silin quickly reached out and loosened the seatbelt a little.

But Meng Mian had already opened her eyes because she was in a bit of pain from being strangled.

She looked longingly at Ji Silin, who reached out to loosen her seatbelt.

He didn't even blink.

A bit dazed.

After a long pause, she finally asked, "Who are you?"

Ji Silin didn't want to say he was Ji Silin anymore, otherwise she would say he was a god of wealth descended to earth.

"Nobody." He looked away and stared straight ahead.

Meng Mian's eyes immediately lit up, looking very excited: "I remember your voice! You're the God of Wealth who descended to earth!"

Ji Silin: "..."

But Meng Mian had no idea that he was speechless at that moment.

Her little face had already turned back, and she was peering out the car window.

Seeing the street scene outside blurring past, Meng Mian asked, "God of Wealth, are we going to heaven? Are we flying?"

Ji Silin: "…………"

Little drunkard.

Meng Mian didn't seem to expect Ji Silin to answer; she was already burying her head and fiddling with her seatbelt.

He muttered, "Why do I need to wear a seatbelt even when I'm in the sky?"

Ji Silin was at a loss for words.

But if she were to actually take off her seatbelt, that would be far too unsafe.

Ji Silin could only say, "Just keep it tied up like this, otherwise it's not safe."

Seeing that Meng Mian was still fiddling with things and hadn't listened to him at all.

He had no choice but to pretend to be a god of wealth descended to earth: "If you keep tugging, you'll fall from the sky and I won't be responsible."

Upon hearing this, Meng Mian immediately stopped scratching and sat up like a good girl.

Ji Silin found Meng Mian both adorable and wanted to pinch her brow.

Having finally returned to the villa and seeing that Meng Mian was awake, Ji Silin decided not to carry her out of the car.

I only intended to help from outside the car.

Meng Mian was swaying unsteadily, and she fell back into her seat twice when she got off the bus.

Having no other choice, Ji Silin had to get back into the car and carry the person out.

Meng Mian stayed obediently in his arms, being held by him.

Her almond-shaped eyes kept looking here and there.

Before Ji Silin could even carry her into the living room, she had already spoken up: "Aren't we going to heaven? This doesn't seem to be heaven."

The housekeeper and the servants were both bewildered.

What is Miss Meng saying?

But Miss Meng is really cute when she's drunk.

It looks cute.

"We'll go another time," Ji Silin casually reassured him. Then he instructed the butler, "Have the kitchen make a hangover soup."

Ji Silin carried Meng Mian to Meng Mian's room.

Meng Mian was placed on the bed.

The hangover soup was delivered quickly.

I've already used ice water to cool it down quickly.

Seeing that the temperature was suitable for Meng Mian to drink, Ji Silin handed her the hangover soup: "Drink this, otherwise your head will hurt a lot tomorrow."

She has a high pain threshold; even the slightest pain is excruciating for her.

Moreover, when she's in excruciating pain, she definitely won't want to eat anything.

Meng Mian kept crawling to the other side of the bed, saying, "No, unless you promise me you'll take me to heaven right now."

This matter concerning the God of Wealth is not going to be resolved, is it?

Ji Silin was helpless.

But there was no other way, so he could only coax her: "Okay, I promise, if you drink it, I'll take you upstairs right now."

The butler and servants standing nearby held back their laughter.

"Um!"

Meng Mian nodded, her eyes brightening as she hurriedly climbed back.

He took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"I've finished drinking, let's hurry up and go to heaven!" Meng Mian was extremely excited and even stood up.

I was standing on the bed.

"Later," Ji Silin said, not daring to look her in the eye.

Meng Mian was stunned for a moment, then her eyes welled up with tears: "Aren't you a deity? How could you lie to me..."

Ji Silin was at a loss for what to do.

This time, I was truly moved to tears.

It doesn't look like she's crying.

Why are you acting like a child now?

Ji Silin was also in a bind.

But Ji Silin hadn't forgotten that the butler and servants were right there, and they were just watching the show.

Ji Silin first dismissed the butler and the others before coaxing them, "You're drunk today. How about we take you to heaven when you sober up?"

Meng Mian choked up, "I'm not drunk."

Telling a drunkard she's drunk is pointless.

Ji Silin resigned herself to her fate, "Then I won't have any magic power today since I descended to the mortal realm. My magic power won't be restored until tomorrow morning. How about I take you back to heaven tomorrow morning?"