Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Jiang Chenyan gritted his teeth, sat up again, and forced himself to turn on his computer and continue working.

Meanwhile, in the guest room...

Jiang Li finished her sandwich, swallowed the last bite of sea salt ice cream, and let out a comfortable burp.

She was wearing soft pajamas and sprawled out on the bed in a starfish position.

"Honey, shouldn't we go find Big Brother and make our presence known?"

The system is still diligently providing reminders.

Jiang Li turned over, pulled the blanket over herself, and wrapped herself up like a silkworm cocoon.

Why are you trying to get attention?

[Added each other on WeChat, moved into a house, and had meals. Today's tasks were exceeded.]

She closed her eyes and smacked her lips.

There's plenty of time ahead; haste makes waste. Goodnight.

Every minute.

The girl's light, even breathing then began.

She slept soundly.

She had no idea that the man on the other side of the wall was going through such agony because of her simple "goodnight."

The night was dark.

In a suite located in Deck 9.

The atmosphere, however, was extremely bad.

Leon knelt on the carpet, his face bruised and swollen, with several bright red welts from the whip.

"Father, please stop hitting me. I know I was wrong."

Leon cried so hard that his face was covered in tears and snot.

The man standing in front of him was wearing an exquisite custom-made suit, but he was holding a leather belt in his hand.

This is Member of Parliament Philip Bell.

At this moment, the usually aloof congressman was so angry that the muscles on his face were trembling.

"You good-for-nothing idiot."

Congressman Bell roared in a low voice.

Do you even know who you've offended today?

Leon shrank his neck and trembled all over.

"That person is Jiang Chenyan."

Congressman Bell's hands were trembling.

"His overseas capital is enough to buy up most of the ports in Europe."

He was in charge of all the most dangerous flight routes.

"Don't say it's our family."

The congressman took a deep breath and continued.

Even members of the royal family would have to address him respectfully as Mr. Jiang.

You actually dared to point your finger at him and yell at him, and even demand that his sister kneel down.

After learning of his son's mistake, the councilor immediately investigated Jiang Li.

Only then did I realize that Jiang Li was not Jiang Chenyan's woman, but rather, his younger sister.

If it were just a woman, he could comfort himself, but this... his sister, this is not something to be taken lightly.

Upon hearing this, Leon immediately lay down on the ground.

There was even an unpleasant smell coming from his crotch.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

"You're going to ruin me, and you'll drag the entire Bell family down with you."

The congressman threw his belt on the ground and paced back and forth hurriedly.

He cannot sit idly by and wait for his death.

Jiang Chenyan only told him today that he needed to give an explanation, and if that explanation couldn't satisfy that living Yama, then...

Tomorrow he will feed sharks in international waters.

"Stand up and get dressed."

Congressman Bell pulled his son up from the ground.

"Go to the tenth floor now and kowtow to him to confess your sins."

I'll give you any amount of money as long as you live.

The corridor was quiet in the dead of night.

The Bell father and son appeared disheveled at the entrance of the Deck10 private elevator.

Before they could even take two steps out...

He was stopped by four tall, cold-faced bodyguards.

"Excuse me, I would like to see Mr. Jiang."

The congressman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pulled out a thick wad of US dollars from his pocket.

"I want to give Mr. Jiang an explanation regarding the Bell family's matter in person."

The bodyguard didn't even lift his eyelids.

"The master is resting and will not receive guests."

Representative Bell was not giving up and wanted to move forward.

The bodyguard's hand went straight to his lower back.

"Step back."

Just three words were enough to frighten the senator so much that his legs went weak and he almost dragged his son to his knees.

"Then we'll come again tomorrow... first thing tomorrow morning."

The congressman wiped his sweat, his voice hoarse.

The bodyguard did not respond.

He simply gestured to them with a cold, emotionless look, signaling them to get out immediately.

The Bell father and son could only slink back into the elevator like stray dogs.

In the master bedroom.

Jiang Chenyan picked up his phone and opened the message for the fourth time.

The man's thumb paused on the screen for a moment before finally typing two words.

Jiang Chenyan: Hmm.

After sending the message, he turned off the screen and irritably ripped off the belt of his bathrobe.

tomorrow.

He would like to see.

How will I face this heartless little wildcat tomorrow?

He would never let her lead him by the nose again.

The man made a vow in his heart.

But in this darkness.

The sweet scent of pear blossoms, typical of girls, lingered around me in subtle, delicate ways.

Damn.

Jiang Chenyan turned over.

For the first time, I found the soundproofing in this room to be so good it was almost annoying.

You can't even hear her breathing.

Terrible.

next door.

Jiang Li was wrapped in a blanket and sleeping on her back.

The phone screen lit up briefly and then went dark again.

WeChat message.

Jiang Chenyan: Hmm.

She didn't see it at all.

In her dream, she was eating a huge cake.

Deck10.

The master bedroom was unusually quiet.

Even the sound of waves crashing against the hull is completely blocked out by this top-of-the-line soundproof glass.

Jiang Chenyan lay on the large bed, but his sleep was not peaceful.

He was constantly on the brink of life and death and in a cutthroat world of self-interest, so he rarely had a full night's sleep.

Even in this heavily guarded private suite, he habitually remained vigilant.

There wasn't a single light left on in the room.

The darkness was like an airtight net, completely enveloping him.

Soon, the man's breathing became heavy.

He dreamed again of the year he was nine.

The forests along the Belgian border were pitch black, with the canopy overhead blocking out all moonlight.

He huddled in a pile of decaying leaves, too afraid to move or make a sound.

Blood was still seeping from the cuts on his arm caused by the wire, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He had been running for two days and one night, and three armed kidnappers were not far away.

The rotting leaves clung to my face, damp, cold, and sticky, emitting a nauseating musty smell.

Something was crawling up his fingers.

Multi-legged, cold, wriggling.

One, two, three.

Countless insects swarmed out from under the decaying leaves, crawling over the back of his hands, forearms, and neck.

The sensation was like countless fine needles dragging across the skin at the same time.

The nine-year-old boy gritted his teeth, his fingernails digging into the dirt in his palms.

You can't move, or you'll die.

But he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Every inch of my skin is screaming.

This nightmare has haunted him for twenty years.

He would wake up here every time.

Then I rushed into the bathroom and rinsed myself from head to toe repeatedly.

The nauseating sensation only gradually subsides when the skin is rubbed until it becomes red and painful.

This is the root of his severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This is also the origin of his aversion to all physical contact.

Anyone who touches him will awaken the memory of insects crawling across his skin.

But tonight is different.

The dream shattered just as the insect was about to crawl onto his cheek.

It's like a mirror being pierced through the middle.

The decaying leaves disappeared.

The insects disappeared.

The dark forest disappeared.

Instead, it has a sweet and refreshing aroma.

It's very faint, very light, like the first fragrance of flowers wafting from an orchard after a spring rain.

That aroma dispelled all the stench and mustiness.

It even dispelled the fear itself.