Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Zhou Chiye was secretly very glad that he was a few years younger than Jiang Li.

"Sister, I don't look old, do I?"

He buried his face in Jiang Li's neck and asked in a muffled voice.

"How can you look old?"

Jiang Li smiled and stroked his black hair.

"You're only twenty-four, the age of a normal male college student."

"No, I need to take care of myself and I need to work out."

He bit her neck, his possessiveness overflowing.

"I want to always be worthy of my sister, otherwise what if people start to treat you like my granddaughter when I get old?"

Jiang Li laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

No matter how cold he is on the outside, when he's with her, he's still the same Zhou Chiye who loves to be pampered.

On the other hand, Zhou Yanchuan was also living a decent life.

Driven by his parents' constant nagging, he went abroad.

A year later, they brought back a pair of twins, a boy and a girl.

His public statement was that "his girlfriend died in childbirth, leaving behind her posthumous child."

Zhou's mother was heartbroken and shed tears. She held her grandson and granddaughter and smiled from ear to ear. From then on, she never mentioned Zhou Yanchuan's marriage again.

Zhou Yanchuan continued to navigate the ups and downs of the business world, while Xu Qingyu, as his special assistant, rightfully stayed by his side.

Life was peaceful, and Jiang Li's assets accumulated to a terrifying figure.

She decided to take out the medical data on life extension that she had accumulated in the first two small worlds.

When Zhou Chiye received the USB drive full of top-secret information, he didn't ask any questions.

He didn't ask where these cutting-edge technologies, which were decades ahead of the world, came from, nor did he investigate what secrets Jiang Li was hiding.

He bought an entire building in the most bustling science and technology park in City B, hired the world's top biological research team at high salaries, and established a life science research institute.

All legal entities, patent ownership, and absolute controlling stakes all fell under Jiang Li's name.

Three more years passed.

In the master bedroom late at night, the warm yellow floor lamp cast a dim light.

At twenty-seven, Zhou Chiye's jawline was even more defined, and his every move exuded an aura of authority that could not be ignored.

But at this moment, he was lying on his side, like a well-behaved big dog, next to Jiang Li's pillow.

His large hand enveloped her soft, boneless little hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of her fingers.

Those dark eyes stared at her intently, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye vividly appearing with every subtle expression.

"What are you looking at?"

Jiang Li rolled over and reached out to pinch his straight nose.

"Look at my wife."

Zhou Chiye leaned over and kissed her palm, his voice sweet and soft.

"My sister spent two hours looking at the microscope today, but I only looked at mine for ten minutes. I'm not happy."

This pitiful, pleading look is exactly the same as when she was nineteen, standing soaking wet at the door calling her "sister" on that stormy night.

Jiang Li's heart melted completely, and she tilted her head up to kiss his thin lips.

"Sweetie, I'll see you more tomorrow."

A triumphant glint flashed in Zhou Chiye's eyes as he flipped her over and pinned her down, his voice hoarse.

"No need to wait until tomorrow, watch it now."

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the system, shaped like a cow-cat, was wagging its fluffy tail.

【precious.】

The system's electronic voice is unusually serious.

He's becoming more and more like the person from the previous two worlds.

Whether it's Shen Yan in the first world, Pei Shiheng in the second world, or Zhou Chiye in this world who initially pretends to be well-behaved but is actually extremely possessive, they are all characters in this world.

They loved her in exactly the same way.

Jiang Li did not answer the system's question.

She simply lowered her eyelashes, her fingers slowly running through his slightly disheveled hair, gently rubbing it again and again.

Zhou Chiye buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm.

He was like a large dog that craved its owner's scent.

His nose brushed against her delicate skin, greedily inhaling the sweet, milky fragrance of pear blossoms emanating from her.

The man's teeth gently grazed her collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jiang Li felt itchy from his rubbing and shrank her neck.

"Stop fooling around, I just took a shower."

She pushed him away in a soft voice.

Zhou Chiye, however, refused to let go.

His strong arms wrapped around her slender waist like iron clamps, and his burning chest pressed tightly against her back.

"Don't make a fuss."

His voice was terribly hoarse, with a strong nasal tone.

"I'll just hug you for a little while, just a little while."

The system rolled its eyes in Jiang Li's mind.

[Baby, a man's words are deceitful.]

Every time he says he'll only hug you for a little while, he always ends up exhausting you.

You probably use most of your stamina recovery skills for being delicate and agile!

Jiang Li's face flushed, and she silently ignored the talkative cat in her mind.

Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For eight years, their life together was incredibly sweet.

However, the marks that time has left on them are completely different.

Zhou Chiye is thirty-five years old.

In the tech world, this name represents absolute power and immense authority.

He shed the last trace of youthful impetuosity and naivety.

That already aggressive face had even more mature and sharp bone structure, with a jawline that looked as if it had been carved with a knife and axe.

When he sat in the main seat of the conference room wearing a dark haute couture suit, his broad shoulders and narrow waist gave him an imposing presence, and his gaze could freeze anyone who looked at him.

His seasoned executives would break out in a cold sweat just from a glance.

But no one knows what this high-ranking person is like when he opens his door every day.

"Baby."

The tall man casually tossed his suit jacket aside and scooped up Jiang Li, who was pouring water in front of the island counter, from behind.

His chin rested expertly on the top of her head.

Two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into their embrace.

"Did you miss me?"

His voice was deep and husky, with a unique texture characteristic of mature men, and incredibly magnetic.

Jiang Li was holding a water glass and kept dodging as he rubbed against her.

"You've only been out for half a day."

She laughed and pushed his stiff arm away.

Zhou Chiye persisted, turning his head to find her lips and biting down on those naturally plump, watery red lips.

The stark contrast makes him always seem like an unguarded big boy in front of Jiang Li.

But there was one thing that Zhou Chiye could no longer suppress.

On the evening of our wedding anniversary.

A gentle breeze wafts through the rooftop restaurant on the villa's rooftop.

Zhou Chiye was wearing a black silk shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing his well-defined collarbone and muscular chest.

He leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.

His gaze, however, remained fixed on Jiang Li across from him.

Jiang Li was wearing a wine-red silk dress with thin straps.

Her pale skin shone with a lustrous, jade-like sheen under the light, like a flawless work of art.

The extremely thin straps were tied around her slender and graceful shoulders, as if they would slip off with the slightest touch.

The neckline was very low, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin, and the shadow of her collarbone was extremely alluring.

Her face was still full and round, her eyes were moist and mischievous, and there wasn't a single fine line at the corner of her eyes.

Her waist was still as supple as water.

She still looks like that young girl in her early twenties.

Time seemed to have been put on absolute pause for her.

When Zhou Chiye washed his face and looked in the mirror yesterday morning, he clearly saw a very faint line at the corner of his eye.

This filled him with unprecedented panic.

He put down his wine glass.

His well-defined fingers tapped the table twice unconsciously.

"Baby."

His voice sounded particularly deep in the quiet night.

Jiang Li was poking at the foie gras on her plate with her fork when she heard this and looked up.

A few drops of wine stained her rosy, slightly upturned lips, glistening under the light.

"Um?"

She tilted her head, her expression charming.

"Can you tell me why you look exactly the same as you did ten years ago?"

Zhou Chiye stared at her, a turbulent undercurrent swirling in his eyes.