Chapter 1, From the Immersion of the Mortal Realm (1)

"Who knows if it was intentional on your part?" Ji Mingrui also smiled, the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes making Chen Danghao feel a clearer chill in her heart. She looked at him, her fists clenched, lost in memories, yet her voice remained calm: "Actually, it has been quite good since I met you. I have traveled to cities and countries I had never been to before, and I have used high-end goods I had never even heard of. Do you remember the first time you took me out to eat? I didn't even know how to hold a knife and fork. On my birthday, you gave me a necklace, and I secretly asked a classmate about its price because I didn't know how to return the favor. I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep all night."

Chen Danghao finally closed his eyes

Someone suddenly raised their voice, and this time Chen could hear clearly: "That person is Ji Mingrui, right? The Ji Mingrui from the television?"

Such a cautious and secretive relationship. Chen Danghao had long since become accustomed to it. As he retracted his hand, he firmly closed the car window and turned his head to look at him: "From now on, I won't need a mobile phone, right"

She suddenly remembered many things

In that moment, he recalled the title he bore, remembered the smiling face printed in the newspaper. His life could not be destroyed by a woman; she wanted to die with him, but he had not yet lived enough. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Ji Mingrui steeled his resolve, closed his eyes, and spun the car around, charging almost recklessly towards the roadside.

That year marked her eighteenth birthday; in other words, Ji Mingrui represented her entire eighteen years. The sunlight cascaded down from above, and she felt as if the blood in her veins was being scorched to dryness by the blazing sun. Those memories shattered painfully, and Chen Danghao opened his mouth, suddenly all the senses that had become dull and numb due to the impact of the car accident came alive.

Where is the driver? Is the driver alright? Where did he go?

In a daze, she was lifted out of the car by him. She caught the scent of sweat on the man, mingled with his heavy breathing from having just run. Her dress had only been custom-made a few days ago, and when Ji Mingrui told the designer her measurements, there was a hint of ambiguity in her eyes. Now, that dress was stained with blood, clinging tightly to Liang Jinge's chest. She could almost feel the warmth of his chest, mixed with the still-wet blood, flowing between them in a damp heat. Her dress had only been custom-made a few days ago, and when Ji Mingrui told the designer her measurements, there was a hint of ambiguity in her eyes. Now, that dress was stained with blood, clinging tightly to Liang Jinge's chest. She could almost feel the warmth of his chest, mixed with the still-wet blood, flowing between them in a damp heat

It is a great honor. Ji Mingrui is a man skilled in interacting with women, and every gesture and word of his reveals a deep appreciation for you. When he spoke these words, his gaze was gentle; he opened the car door, assisted Chen Danghao in sitting down, and even personally helped her fasten her seatbelt

This life is very arduous, before it ends, let us smile at the world.

She is indeed still afraid of death

These words were spoken with warmth, and Ji Mingrui couldn't help but smile, as the vague feelings in his heart had yet to fade. He then heard her continue: "Who would have thought that Boss Ji's family is so prosperous that he wouldn't care about a mere necklace? Even more unexpected is that Boss Ji has a wife at home and is still willing to put in effort on a simple girl like me. Was it the same when you pursued Wu Xian back in the day? I can't help but keep thinking about it."

Surrounded by the cacophony of voices, when the sounds of various people intertwine, it is like an old tape stuck in a recorder, harsh yet unyielding. She tilted her head back, but all she could hear was the painful clamoring of her limbs and bones. She herself could not understand why it had come to this, her senses remained so sensitive and clear. The sunlight poured down upon her like a bucket of cold water, drenching her in sweat. In a daze, she heard the person holding her speak softly, his voice not loud, and as he moved, those sentences seemed to drift: "Close your eyes." She herself could not understand why it had come to this, her senses remained so sensitive and clear. The sunlight poured down upon her like a bucket of cold water, drenching her in sweat. In a daze, she heard the person holding her speak softly, his voice not loud, and as he moved, those sentences seemed to drift: "Close your eyes."

"Ji Mingrui, don't you like me?" Chen Danghao forced a strained smile, liking her to the extent of ruining her future just to keep her by his side, liking her to the point of imprisoning and confining her yet refusing to divorce his legal wife. A man in his forties, without speaking of love, brazenly relying on a mere word of liking.

Chen Danghao chuckled lightly, her gaze still fixed on him. As the car entered the city and passed by Ling Mountain University, she seemed to be reminded of old memories, smiling gently as she said: "I met you at the school gate two years ago, and I spilled a drink all over you"

She said ... ...

"The restaurant I booked is over in the western suburbs, and it takes more than half an hour to drive there. If you feel tired, you can take a nap for a while." Ji Mingrui interrupted her, clearly not wanting to continue on this topic.

He was utterly unaware that she hated him so much, to the extent that she would risk her own life to escape his control. As the intersection drew nearer, Ji Mingrui hurriedly took out his phone and pressed a number: "Liangzi, come to the vicinity of the western suburbs immediately."

She extended her hand out of the car window, feeling the wind weave through her fingers. She gazed ahead, suppressing the stirrings within her heart with an utterly mundane tone, feigning calmness and composure: "I received a call from Wu Xian yesterday"

"Yes, I moved my hands and feet." She looked at him expressionlessly, her made-up face appearing even paler, while her lips were frighteningly red: "Do you think we can go to the western suburbs? What if you can't stop at the red light ahead?"

She recalled the year she left her hometown for Lingchuan, when the train station was crowded with people, leaving her at a loss. Most of the students majoring in broadcasting and hosting were beautiful; she watched as they took out various cosmetics from their bags, observing how they dressed up beautifully every morning before class. With a bare face, she was even more clumsy when she met Ji Mingrui, as she had bumped into him during the school anniversary celebration, a scene more clichéd than any opening of an article.

Such clear eyebrows and eyes

I don't know, did they run away after the incident...

She resembled a Persian cat, while he was her master. The people standing around did not speak, and Chen Danghao's voice was soft as he asked her: "Do you remember you promised me that it would just be the two of us on my birthday?"

She watched him as he meticulously instructed his subordinates. This man is charismatic; even though she hates him, she must admit that when he speaks calmly and methodically, there is indeed a certain charm to it. But now, all of this is meaningless; she would rather listen to him dictate his will, as it would seem more sincere.

She detected the threat and resentment in his voice, and the car crashed violently into the utility pole, causing the airbag to deploy and hit her, making her see stars. Chen Danghao felt that she might really die; she had always heard that people replay their life experiences in their minds before dying. When she realized she was having this thought, she knew that her consciousness was still surprisingly alert.

The year Chen Danghao turned eighteen, she met Ji Mingrui. However, by the time she met Liang Jinge, it was already two years later. She stood at the end of her twenties, while he stood at the beginning of their story. She lay in the cramped carriage, blood blurred, as he reached out a hand to her

Ji Mingrui's expression remained unchanged, only slightly narrowing his eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes folding together and then relaxing due to his expression: "She is quite capable; you have changed several numbers, yet she can still find you"

Wu Xian wants me to die

Turning her head, she caught sight of Ji Mingrui's gaze. His head rested on the steering wheel, and blood flowed from an unknown source, marking the first time he was associated with the word 'disheveled.' He lay there with his eyes slightly open, uncertain whether he still drew breath or was simply refusing to close his eyes in death. Suddenly, she felt a sense of exhilaration, an exhilaration she had never experienced before, her entire body numb, and she could not even feel the pain. She opened her mouth and emitted a voice as faint as a wisp of air.

Where are the drivers? Ji Mingrui himself is a driver. He declined the dinner appointment for the evening, simply to take her out for her birthday. With his status as one of the few wealthy businessmen in Lingshan City, and also an honorary president of a university, countless women aspire to be his mistress. Yet the mistress he actually keeps by his side is utterly ungrateful, even plotting his demise in her heart. Chen Danghao felt a metallic taste in her throat, unsure if it was blood rising up. Although the distance was so short, she felt as if it stretched on for a century before getting into the car. Yet the mistress he actually keeps by his side is utterly ungrateful, even plotting his demise in her heart. Chen Danghao felt a metallic taste in her throat, unsure if it was blood rising up. Although the distance was so short, she felt as if it stretched on for a century before getting into the car.

Yes, there has been a car accident? Will the reporters be coming over soon?

Chen Danghao closed his mouth, his hand still extended outside. After glancing a few times, he could not help but say after a while: "Pull your hand back in, once we reach the city, close the car window properly"

The tension in her heart tightened, and she deliberately changed to a relaxed tone: "So today it's your turn to be my driver?"

It seems insufficient, Chen exerted all his strength, his teeth chattering: "And you, she said there is also you, you should die too, we all should die"

Chen Danghao, you had better pray that you do not survive; if we were to meet again alive, it would not be as simple as it is now

"Happy Birthday." The elegant man stood by the car, opening his arms towards her. Ji Mingrui had just turned 40 this year; time, it seems, is also snobbish, leaving no cruel marks on the faces of the powerful and influential. He stood there like a charming professor at a university, like a kind doctor who had just taken off his white coat, yet he did not resemble a businessman reeking of copper. As he spoke, his gaze followed her, and when she approached, he gently embraced her. He stood there like a charming professor at a university, like a kind doctor who had just taken off his white coat, yet he did not resemble a businessman reeking of copper. As he spoke, his gaze followed her, and when she approached, he gently embraced her.

That is not the car that Ji Mingrui usually uses. Most of the time, it is just left in the villa's yard. Occasionally, when he is in a good mood, he takes Chen Danghao out for a drive. Due to the disgraceful nature of his identity, the driving locations can only be secluded places, and the frequency is quite limited. Over time, the car's body has become covered in dust, appearing to have a grayish haze when viewed from a distance.

Liang Jinge had a pair of nostalgic eyes. When he looked at you like that, it was as if he could see through the stories that flowed through your life. Just two hours earlier, she had not yet met him, and all she could think about was how to perish together with Ji Mingrui. But upon seeing him, Chen Danghao closed her eyes and fell into his slightly sweaty chest.

Chen Danghao's brows were gentle and compliant, allowing him to place a kiss on her forehead

Before losing consciousness, Chen Danghao told himself to smile

Two hours earlier, in the hall of Fenghua Villa. When Chen Danghao came downstairs in a dress, Ji Mingrui had not yet arrived. He had assigned several bodyguards around the villa, each of whom was serious and on high alert at all times. She sat down in the living room, looking at the cars outside.

Ji Mingrui has her own driver, and only the driver and a few bodyguards are aware of her existence. The Fenghua Villa is situated by the mountains and water, in a picturesque environment where the car is parked ostentatiously, seeming out of place with everything around it. Chen Danghao tightened the belt of her dress, and as Ji Mingrui opened the car door, she turned around to walk towards him, a faint smile gracing her pale face

The car departed from Fenghua Villa, surrounded by beautiful scenery. Lingshan is a great place, with a relatively high level of economic development, a pleasant climate throughout the four seasons, and mountains encircling the city. In ancient times, it would have been a defensible location. Fenghua Villa is situated on the outskirts of the city, and Chen Dang has looked out of the window several times, always able to see the distant green mountains stretching endlessly, quietly enclosing him.

The car turned a corner, and from a distance, the traffic lights could be seen. Ji Mingrui's expression changed slightly, he pressed down hard with his foot, and suddenly turned his head to look at her: "Chen Danghao, you ... ... "

After saying this, the last thread of perseverance within her shattered. Darkness enveloped her completely; at a moment when she should have been in a state of panic, she felt a clarity deep within, as if her soul had long since departed her body to pursue the life she desired. She never felt remorse towards anyone, except for Wu Xian. No matter how much she was not in control of her circumstances, she still disrupted her family.

The vehicle is about to reach the intersection, the red light still on. Ji Mingrui's heart is pounding like thunder. He can see pedestrians waiting to cross the street outside the crosswalk, as well as the vehicles in front gradually slowing down. The evening rush hour is approaching, and there are quite a few cars on the road. He does not know if, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he can bear the societal condemnation that would result from the accident.

Ji Mingrui gazed at her for two seconds, then smiled and nodded, affectionately rubbing his chin against the top of her head: "Of course"

Ji Mingrui quickly responded with a "hm," as this statement perfectly aligned with his thoughts

The year she left her hometown was in the height of summer. She turned back, the blue sky still above the yellow earth, her father in a cloth shirt smiled at her, not only at her but also at others, laughing while his eyes were filled with tears: "My daughter is going to be successful, once she finishes university, you all will see my girl on television!" Her understanding of the world came from this dark-skinned man, who taught her right from wrong, encouraged her to do good deeds, yet forgot to teach her about the traps that lay in the vibrant city, traps that bore such alluring exteriors. Laughing while his eyes were filled with tears: "My daughter is going to be successful, once she finishes university, you all will see my girl on television!" Her understanding of the world came from this dark-skinned man, who taught her right from wrong, encouraged her to do good deeds, yet forgot to teach her about the traps that lay in the vibrant city, traps that bore such alluring exteriors