Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

The sales assistant was so frightened that she apologized repeatedly, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Zhou Chiye lost interest in shopping and walked out of the store with his arm around Jiang Li's slender waist.

Walking down the spacious corridor of the mall, the man's thin lips were tightly pursed, and he was muttering to himself.

"Luckily I'm younger than you, otherwise we'd really look like father and daughter."

Jiang Li listened to his rambling and laughed until her stomach hurt.

She quickened her pace, took his stiff arm, and snuggled against him affectionately.

"Okay, okay, people just have bad eyesight. You're so handsome, you don't look like an old man at all."

The two walked outside the mall, where their silhouettes were reflected in the huge floor-to-ceiling windows along the street.

Zhou Chiye suddenly stopped.

He stood in front of the glass, staring intently at his reflection.

Through the glass, a mature and steady man, who looked to be close to forty, was embracing a girl who looked to be in her early twenties, delicate and vibrant.

The stark visual contrast stirred up a complex mix of emotions within Zhou Chiye.

He wasn't afraid of getting old; he was afraid of aging too quickly, not being able to protect her, or feeling out of place standing next to her one day.

It was a very faint, very light sense of melancholy that seeped out from the sharp corners of his eyebrows.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Li keenly sensed his emotions, tilted her head up, and looked at him intently with her clear, watery eyes.

Zhou Chiye lowered his head, ran his large hand through her smooth, long hair, and gently rubbed the back of her head.

"I'm thinking about it."

He paused, his voice slightly hoarse and strained.

"If I'm eighty years old and you're still recruiting like this..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Jiang Li tiptoed and covered his firm, thin lips with her soft, warm hand.

She looked at him, her eyes sparkling, her dimples incredibly sweet.

"Then let's consider it an older man and a younger woman."

Her voice was clear and bright, with a mischievous smile.

"Didn't you always call me 'sister'? Let's switch roles now, and I'll call you 'uncle'."

Zhou Chiye was amused by her calling him "uncle".

A dull thud reverberated from her chest, traveling through the thin fabric to Jiang Li's palm, sending a tingling sensation through her.

He took her small hand, then turned and firmly clasped her five fingers into his own palm, their fingers intertwined, the force so strong that she couldn't break free.

"Don't call me 'uncle'."

The man's tall frame lowered, his head turned, his thin lips pressed against her earlobe, his breath hot.

"Call me baby, just like before."

He enunciated each word with great emphasis, each word carrying an undeniable domineering air and a deep-seated attachment.

No matter how old I am, I will always be your baby in your eyes.

The setting sun was just falling on the street, and golden rays pierced through the clouds, shining obliquely on the two people's tightly clasped fingers.

Zhou Chiye looked down at those hands.

On the back of his wheat-colored hands, the veins bulged slightly, exuding a sense of masculine strength.

Her hands were white and soft, and they fit perfectly in his palm.

Jiang Li suddenly felt a tightness in her throat.

But it wasn't sadness; rather, it was a sense of security that overflowed into my chest, almost to the point of bursting.

She knew that no matter how time changed, no matter how her appearance changed,

This man will use all his obsession and tenderness to keep her by his side for all eternity.

"it is good."

Jiang Li grasped his hand in return, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the chin.

"Let's go home, baby."

Suppressing the emotions welling up in his eyes, Zhou Chiye picked the person up and carried him to the Maybach parked by the roadside.

The dull thud of the car door closing shut out the city's hustle and bustle.

The Maybach drove into the night, heading towards their warm home.

There is the aroma of food, his daily waiting, and his unwavering affection.

At this moment, time became the best witness to their love.

The streetlights outside the window flashed by.

Jiang Li played with the man's stiff shirt collar, her fingers intentionally or unintentionally tracing his burning Adam's apple.

Zhou Chiye grabbed her mischievous little hand, his eyes reddening, his voice hoarse.

"If you flirt again, I'll do it to you right here."

Jiang Li giggled, withdrew her hand, and nestled obediently in his arms.

Tomorrow's problems can wait until tomorrow; tonight, she just wants to be a complete spoiled brat in this old man's arms.

One hundred and twenty-three years old.

This number would be a miracle for any ordinary person.

Jiang Li and Zhou Chiye turned this miracle into their daily lives.

Life-extending drugs were eventually settled on the fourth generation, which can stably extend lifespan by ten years and improve some bodily functions, but cannot truly stop aging.

With the added twenty-year base lifespan bonus from the system, they have already greedily lived much longer than anyone else in the world.

enough.

Really enough.

On a late autumn morning, the wind whistled softly against the window.

Inside the bedroom, the heavy blackout curtains were half-drawn.

Jiang Li was wearing cotton pajamas and lying on the bed.

His once black hair had turned completely white, like a layer of winter's first snow.

The area around my once always moist eyes is now covered with lines of time.

Although the collagen in her face has long since disappeared, she still has a good bone structure, and you can still see the charm of her youth in her eyes and brows.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Not long after, Zhou Chiye came out wearing a gray set of pajamas.

His hair had also turned completely white, and his tall frame no longer possessed the explosive power he had in his twenties.

His shoulders and back were slightly hunched, and his pace had slowed considerably.

That face, which was originally extremely aggressive with sharp and cold bone structure, has been softened by the passage of time.

Only the beauty mark under his right eye remains clear and vivid, exuding a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.

He held a wooden comb in his hand and walked to the bedside to sit down.

"Sister, wake up."

His voice was hoarse and rough, but the ending tone habitually softened, carrying a sticky, pleading quality.

He gently helped Jiang Li up and let her lean against his broad chest.

Rough, large hands picked up a comb and gently smoothed her hair from the roots to the ends.

With each stroke of his comb, he would bend down and kiss a strand of her hair.

More than a hundred years have not been able to extinguish the beast of possessiveness in his heart.

After combing his hair, he put the comb back on the bedside table.

His large palm enveloped Jiang Li's hand, which was covered in blue veins, and he kissed it hard.

Honey, your heart rate is getting slower and slower.

The mechanical sound of the system carried an unusual heaviness.

Jiang Li silently agreed in her heart.

She's too old.

The physical benefits brought by the skills have now reached their limit.

Zhou Chiye took a knitted wool sweater from the wardrobe and carefully put it on Jiang Li.

He bent down, just as he had done many years ago when he carried her into the guest room.

He put his hands under her knees and back, and lifted her up horizontally.

Even in his old age, he still wanted to keep her under his control.

He walked to the wicker chair in front of the French windows, carefully placed Jiang Li inside, and pulled up a chair to sit down next to her.

The sun was shining brightly today, and golden rays streamed through the glass onto the two of them, dispelling the chill of late autumn.

Jiang Li leaned back in her chair and turned to look at the person next to her.

Even with gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes, Zhou Chiye's handsome face, with its excellent bone structure, still exudes an undeniable charm.

Even in his old age, this man is still a strikingly handsome old man.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Zhou Chiye noticed her gaze and turned his head to meet her eyes.

Her dark eyes, though no longer as sharp as they were in her youth, were still filled with a tenderness and obsession that only she could receive.