After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

The high heels clicked crisply on the floor.

Lin Qinghe, wearing a fitted black trench coat, sunglasses, and a mask, walked into the familiar apartment.

She eventually softened.

Jiang Yichen has been incredibly attentive to her for the past three years, taking excellent care of her and being completely obedient to her every whim.

She felt somewhat guilty when she heard that he had locked himself at home and was drinking heavily.

I took advantage of the fact that I had no work scheduled for the afternoon to come and see him.

The living room was a mess, with bottles scattered all over the floor, leaving almost no room to step.

Lin Qinghe took off her mask, revealing a cool and stunningly beautiful face.

She walked over to Jiang Yichen and frowned slightly as she looked at the man, who was reeking of alcohol and looked disheveled.

"Jiang Yichen, please don't do this."

"It's over. You have to face reality." Her tone was still cold, but with a hint of a sigh.

"You're a good person, but we're really not right for each other..."

Jiang Yichen's consciousness was completely muddled at this moment.

The numbing effect of alcohol and the shock of merging with his soul made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

That's right, he time-traveled.

He felt a burning heat all over his body, his blood surging wildly in his veins, and he desperately needed an outlet to release it.

Hearing the voice, he looked up and saw the stunningly beautiful face of the person in front of him.

cool.

High above.

It carried a hint of pity, almost like charity.

Jiang Yichen suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Qinghe's wrist.

Lin Qinghe winced in pain, her brows furrowed, and she struggled violently.

"What are you doing?"

"Let me go!"

Jiang Yichen didn't say anything, his eyes were bloodshot, and he pulled her into his arms with a strong tug.

Lin Qinghe's strength was simply no match for hers.

In a dizzying moment, she was pinned down on the sofa by Jiang Yichen.

"Jiang Yichen! Are you crazy!?"

Lin Qinghe desperately pushed against the man's chest, and panic finally showed on her usually cold face.

However, Jiang Yichen, whose consciousness was in a state of confusion, was completely driven by instinct.

He lowered his head and kissed her, his movements rough and forceful, devoid of any skill, driven only by primal possessiveness.

Lin Qinghe's eyes widened, and she pounded Jiang Yichen's shoulders with both hands.

But the man's strength completely overwhelmed her, pressing her hands firmly above her head.

The struggle grew increasingly futile.

Lin Qinghe's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them.

Three years of relationship, coupled with guilt, gradually turned her resistance into compromise.

The man who once wouldn't even dare to raise his voice to her has now become a different person, domineering and savage.

Maybe this is what we owe him.

Consider it repayment to him.

She closed her eyes, her hands falling limply to her sides, resigned to her fate.

The night was deep, and the neon lights outside the window flickered intermittently.

Only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs remained in the apartment, lingering for a long time.

......

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, almost blindingly bright.

Jiang Yichen suddenly opened his eyes.

My mind is clear now after this night.

He looked around.

An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar room layout, and slightly damp bed sheets.

And...the women around me.

This woman was none other than Lin Qinghe, the original owner's girlfriend of three years.

She is currently a very popular female celebrity in the entertainment industry with countless fans.

The original owner of this body, although equally good-looking, was just a fourth-tier celebrity.

The vast difference in their development had already caused cracks to appear in this relationship.

Recently, a talented young lyricist and composer has been pursuing Lin Qinghe.

Lin Qinghe's heart wavered.

Compared to the original owner's gentleness and thoughtfulness, she admired the other person's talent and the poetry and distant places he spoke of.

So she finally decided to end the three-year relationship.

However, the original owner of this body was a complete romantic and couldn't bear this blow.

He locked himself in his apartment and drank himself to death.

And it was at this moment.

Jiang Yichen, a music producer who unexpectedly struck it rich on Earth, has his soul transcend time and space and take over this body.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Jiang Yichen carefully examined the woman in front of him.

The other person was facing away from him, curled up.

Her long, smooth hair was scattered on the white pillow, carrying a faint scent of shampoo.

The blanket was half-covering her, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders.

As your gaze moves downwards, the blanket reveals its stunning curves.

Excellent proportions, with long, straight legs.

Even when lying on her side, her amazing fullness still shows off her proud curves.

However, her jade-like white skin now bore many bluish-purple marks.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yichen couldn't help but recall the madness of last night.

Although I was not fully conscious last night, I was surprisingly able to remember every detail.

That amazing touch, and that intoxicating sensation...

besides.....

Gee tut.

No wonder people say women are made of water.

However, Jiang Yichen suddenly thought of something and immediately lost his joy.

The original owner of this body dated this popular female celebrity for three years, but they barely even held hands.

So, as soon as he transmigrated, he took advantage of her?

Most importantly, if you just force yourself to sleep with someone like that, won't you get a sewing machine as a bonus right from the start?

Jiang Yichen became increasingly panicked the more he thought about it.

The other party is a big star; they certainly don't lack money or connections.

If I could meet a kind older sister like her again.

I don't think I'll be stuck in a ten-year or even indefinite term, do I?

Wouldn't that make me the first transmigrator to spend my entire life in prison?

Just as Jiang Yichen was pondering a solution, Lin Qinghe made her move.

Her brow furrowed in pain.

At this moment, she felt sore all over, as if her bones were about to fall apart, especially her legs, which were almost numb.

She struggled to sit up in bed.

The thin blanket slipped off, revealing glimpses of spring.

However, she also noticed Jiang Yichen standing to the side.

So he quickly pulled the blanket over himself and turned to look at Jiang Yichen warily.

That cool and beautiful face was now filled with exhaustion and complex emotions.

There was no hysteria or tantrum as Jiang Yichen had anticipated.

She simply took a deep breath, looked directly at Jiang Yichen, and forcibly restored her usual aloofness to her gaze.

I will not call the police about what happened last night.

Her voice was hoarse and trembling slightly, but she tried her best to remain calm.

"You've taken good care of me these past three years, and I know that."

"This... is my final compensation to you."

"From today onwards, we're even."

"I hope you won't bother me anymore."

Let's part ways amicably.

The two stared at each other, and an eerie silence fell over the room.

In the end, it was Jiang Yichen who broke the silence first.

"that……"

"Since it's compensation..."

"Then... can we do it again?"