Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Jiang Li's curiosity was immediately piqued.

[System, quickly check what's hidden behind this door.]

The black and white cat peeked out from her arms, its eerie green eyes flashing.

A few seconds later, it covered its face with its paws.

"Honey, there's no danger inside."

However, it's a little bit perverted.

abnormal?

These two words immediately piqued Jiang Li's curiosity to its peak.

A cold and ruthless boss like Shen Yan, whose words carry no weight, leads an extremely boring life.

He's either working or pestering her to do *that* kind of thing, and he'll do perverted things too.

Stop keeping me in suspense, quickly help me crack the password, I need to go in and take a look.

The system cat sighed and made a few swiping motions in the air with its short paws.

Okay, I'll satisfy your curiosity. The password is your birthday plus the date you first entered this world.

Jiang Li reached out and pressed a few numbers on the screen.

With a soft beep, the combination lock lit up with a green light.

The heavy soundproof door popped open a crack.

Jiang Li glanced furtively towards the stairwell.

Confirming that Shen Yan was still in a meeting on the first floor, she took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The motion-sensor lights on the wall turned on automatically.

Immediately after seeing the scene inside the room, Jiang Li froze on the spot.

This is not a storage room at all; it's even bigger than the living room outside.

On the wall directly opposite, dozens of ultra-high-definition borderless screens emitted a faint blue light.

The massive electronic screen was divided into more than a dozen independent display areas.

The bone china water glass she used in the restaurant, the European-style swing she often sat on in the garden.

Even the locations where she dropped spent cartridge cases at the underground firing range were all under the surveillance of high-definition cameras.

It has a 360-degree view with no blind spots; you can see it clearly even if a fly flies by.

The calico cat leaped lightly from her arms and landed steadily on the black control panel.

Its chubby tail swept across a row of complicated control buttons.

"Baby, stop looking."

The system was mentally munching on sunflower seeds, its tone full of excited anticipation.

This is no ordinary monitoring room; it's Shen Yan's version of Jiang Li's 24/7 observation center.

Jiang Li felt her cheeks start to burn, and her ears turned red all the way down to her neck.

Although she already knew the villa had surveillance cameras, the feeling was different since she hadn't seen the footage.

She tried to save face by mentally retorting in a righteous manner.

He comes from a background in transnational security, so he must have some occupational hazards.

It's perfectly normal for our own villa to have a higher security level; this just shows how strong my husband's sense of security is.

She kept putting on a stubborn act as she walked along the wall into the room.

The motion-sensor lights under her feet lit up one by one with each step she took.

The entire right wall is made of display cases crafted from high-strength glass.

Inside the display case, which maintains a constant temperature and humidity, soft, warm-colored display lights are illuminating the space.

Jiang Li turned her head curiously, her gaze falling on the first display case.

She choked on her breath and couldn't spit it out for a long time.

Behind the thick glass panel, a slip dress hung on a pure black velvet hanger.

The small tear at the edge of the skirt was perfectly preserved in its original state.

Jiang Li recognized the dress at a glance.

That was the dress she was wearing when they first went to the movies and sat in the last row.

She didn't even make it into the villa that night wearing it.

She had assumed that the damaged dress had long ago been thrown into the recycling bin as trash.

Who would have thought that it would be treated as a rare treasure and enshrined in this top-secret space?

Your gaze moves to the side from the level display case.

The more Jiang Li looked, the more sweat seeped from her body.

In the next compartment, there was a pink hair ribbon broken in two, with a few dried, dark bloodstains still on it.

That was what she was wearing on the day of the car accident; it was stained with Shen Yan's blood.

Look to the side.

Several nightgowns, torn beyond recognition by brute force, were casually displayed.

Next to the tangled fabric, several broken shirt shell buttons were neatly arranged on a custom-made crystal tray.

Even the cracks and loose threads around the edges of the buttons were clearly visible under the light.

Even more outrageous things were yet to come.

In the very center of the display case, in the prime spot, sits a sealed square box made of pure crystal.

The box was lined with a soft red cushion, on which lay a few strands of long, smooth, black hair.

Each strand was tied with an extremely delicate red ribbon, forming a neat and beautiful bow.

No need to guess, we all know whose it is.

Jiang Li felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

She had read so many novels from Haitang Literature, and all sorts of forced love plots involving yandere male protagonists were flashing wildly through her mind.

[System! What kind of twisted collecting fetish does this wealthy family have?!]

Jiang Li let out a silent scream in her mind, her two small hands tightly covering her burning cheeks.

What kind soul would collect a torn nightgown and stray hairs and put them in a safe to display?!

The black and white cat sat upright on the keyboard, slowly licking its front paws, its round eyes reflecting the screen's glare with an all-knowing wisdom.

[Honey, let's correct our wording.]

The system gave a very ruthless evaluation.

To be precise, this is a memorial hall that your legal husband built especially for you.

Jiang Li took a deep breath, trying to calm the extremely shameful and eerie feeling that made her scalp tingle.

She continued walking deeper into the room along the glass cabinet.

The size of this space was beyond her comprehension.

The system rolled around in its mind's eye, laughing so hard its beard trembled:

[Honey, I advise you to take a deep breath right now; the exhibits ahead will definitely broaden your horizons.]

Jiang Li immediately stopped in her tracks.

Following the direction indicated by the system, my gaze passed over a row of transparent display shelves.

In the center of the room, a luxurious Persian carpet was laid out alone.

A large, thick leather chair was placed in the very center of the carpet.

The red velvet backrest showed obvious signs of wear, and the dark gold armrests were covered in signs of use.

This is......

The moment I saw this chair, memories long buried deep in my mind rushed back like a burst dam.

In the completely dark theater, colors flickered on the big screen, and the deafening movie sound effects drowned out all other noises.

The bodyguards in black suits in the front row formed an impenetrable wall of people.

And she was sitting in this large chair.

Or rather, she is...

All I could hear were the man's low, hoarse breathing.

His burning body temperature pressed against her back through the thin fabric, while his rough, calloused hands gripped her soft, slender waist tightly.

Men use that kind of...

She was so scared that she didn't dare cry out loud, afraid that the people in front would hear the slightest sound.

She could only open her mouth and bite the man's hard shoulder, swallowing all her weak sobs back down.

Now, this chair, which bears the image of extreme shame, is placed brazenly in the very center.

Jiang Li's cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and all the blood in her body rushed to her head.

The black and white cat walked gracefully around the leather chair, its tail swaying leisurely.

[Honey, I really have to say, Shen Yan, that old man, really knows how to torture people.]

The system seemed to enjoy the spectacle immensely.

He can even dismantle and transport movie theater chairs back; he has truly taken the preservation of iconic scenes to the extreme.

Don't be surprised if he brings home the VIP hospital bed you used to stay in next time.

Jiang Li covered her face in pain, her fingers weakly rubbing her burning forehead.

[Shut up, all I want to do right now is run into a block of tofu and lose my memory.]

She felt that her toes could have carved out a large flat layer on the sole of her shoe.

I can't live like this anymore.

He always dresses impeccably in suits and ties in public, how could he be so ruthless in private?

Jiang Li felt more and more that she couldn't stay here any longer.

She quickly lowered her hand, preparing to turn around and flee this suffocating and perverted room immediately.

Just then.