'Crack' — the sound of the bathroom mirror shattering.
Accompanied by the shattering sound, Ying Jing lying flat on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
She first raised her hand to look at the delicately wrapped gauze on her wrist.
Then put it down.
Immediately showing disbelief, she sat up abruptly from the bed.
Her heart was a stormy sea.
The scene before her was so familiar that she didn't have time to think much before the door was swiftly pushed open from outside.
The next second, Ying Jing's mother entered the room hastily with a weary look and tear-stained eyes.
Ying's mother heard the sound from downstairs and rushed up.
Her voice filled with concern: "Baby, you're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Under the woman's inquiry, Ying Jing shook her head.
Her mind was a bit chaotic now, not knowing if everything happening was a dream or reality.
She ought to be dead!
At the age of thirty.
Thinking of something, Ying Jing hurriedly lifted the blanket and rushed towards the bathroom without even bothering to put on shoes.
She was indifferent even when the broken glass on the ground pierced her foot.
The remaining half of the mirror clung to the wall, innumerable cracks dancing wildly, and Ying Jing saw her own face through the cracks.
Looking at the countless fragments and their reflections, she was filled with unspoken thoughts.
Her fingertips unconsciously caressed the delicate skin on her face.
Under Ying's mother's scream, she pinched her own flesh harshly.
The pain instantly brought tears to her eyes.
Ying's mother followed, feeling sorry and pulling her hand in anger. "What foolishness are you up to again, our family isn't short of money, why must you insist on that poor boy? You even went on a hunger strike and slit your wrists for him."
Indeed.
Now Ying Jing can be certain, she was reborn, reborn into the year when she was twenty.
The Ying family was still here, her parents were healthy, and her brother was still around.
It was the time shortly after she transmigrated in her previous life.
Ying Jing cried tears of joy and turned to tightly hug her mother.
"Mom, I'm sorry."
Ying's mother only assumed she was apologizing for her foolishness this time, not thinking much of it. Only Ying Jing, having experienced life and redeath once, understood.
Her apology spanned two lifetimes.
"It's okay, as long as you're alright." Her mother continuously comforted Ying Jing's emotions.
"Mom, I'm a bit tired. Can I rest for a while?" She needed a moment to calm down.
Ying's mother fussily said many things, all ultimately for her benefit.
After her mother left, Ying Jing sat dazed on the bed.
After all, being reborn once, she wasn't sure if she still needed to follow the plot. In her previous life, not following the plot would return her to the plot point in death, an experience she never wanted to go through again.
The pain underfoot brought her thoughts back; Ying Jing carefully removed the glass shards and threw them into the trash bin.
After applying medicine, feeling extremely bored, she lay on the bed and mindlessly scrolled through her phone, eventually seeing her friend Wen Yue's post from a few minutes ago on her moments.
[Wen Yue: Second Uncle came to Hu City, let's have a small gathering. [Image]]
In the photo, the hand wearing a watch wore a small segment of fair skin that Ying Jing could never forget.
She suddenly sat up excitedly.
In the original plot from her last life, Wen Fucheng was supposed to come to Hu City by the end of the year, how is he appearing now in September?
It's no wonder she remembers so clearly; Wen Fucheng left too deep an impression on her.
This enigmatic and powerful controller from the Wen family in the original novel always stood as a formidable presence.
His aura overshadowed even that of the protagonist.
It's a pity there were few descriptions of him in the novel, but in those limited appearances, the author employed all the ornate vocabulary.
Shaping Ying Jing's belief that Wen Fucheng might actually be the protagonist.
Could it be that due to rebirth, the plot also deviated?
Or perhaps she had already escaped the plot's control?
Just thinking this possibility made Ying Jing almost jump with joy.
The prepared Ying Jing grabbed her bag and rapidly raced downstairs.
Originally downstairs, Ying's mother instructed the housekeeper to prepare a table full of delicious food.
She was planning to call Ying Jing to eat, seeing her come down with a good spirit, she stopped Ying Jing with a smile.
She waved at her.
"Jing Bao, you're up? I was just about to call you for a meal."
"Mom, I have urgent business and need to go out, eat by yourself." She put on her shoes, opened the door, already halfway out. Ying Jing stopped at the door, turned back towards her mother who wore a worried face heading to the door and spoke. "Mom, don't worry. I'm not going to see Lu Zishu."
"You just recovered, and you're running around recklessly. How can I not worry!"
As her mother hurried after her, Ying Jing was already running fast like a rabbit, disappearing without a trace.
This child... shows no signs of desperation and wrist-cutting suicide for a man!
Ying Jing, who ran out of the house, stood by the roadside panting heavily.
She left in such a hurry that she almost forgot her real task.
She really missed him so much.
Thinking someone she knew was present, she immediately dialed her friend's number.
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Xu Yi received Ying Jing's call while meeting with a few friends.
Today's gathering was organized by Wen Yue.
As the abrupt ringing sounded in the private room, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Xu Yi stood up, swiped open the phone and called out softly.
"Ying Jing?"
A friend nearby quipped, "That call from the Ying family little princess?"
It was so obvious.
"Invite Jing Bao to come out and play together! Haven't seen her for a while, or is the little girl still hanging around Lu Zishu?" Jiang Cheng, being friends with Xu Yi and visiting the Ying family frequently, was also familiar with Ying Jing. Among this generation of several major families, there were few girls, making her the cherished little sister of these young masters.
Until she inexplicably went crazy and insisted on pursuing a poor boy in her sophomore year.
"Lu Zishu?"
"Yeah, Lu Zishu." When Jiang Cheng spoke of Lu Zishu, it was with a belly full of anger. "Really don't know what's so good about Lu Zishu... he..." Jiang Cheng thought he knew who was asking, and was about to vent his grievances when.
Turning around, he saw Wen Fucheng looking at him coldly, with an expression as if saying, why not continue?
"Second Uncle, you like listening to gossip too!" Jiang Cheng began to sweat.
"Hmm, enjoy listening."
Under the warm yellow lights, the man answered unhurriedly.
Wen Fucheng spoke so frankly, those close by heard them chatting; those closer like Jiang Cheng's gaze began to become intriguing.
The comment made the conversation interesting.
The several men present tonight were all extraordinary individuals, bound to be significant figures in Hu City in the future.
But Wen Fucheng was different, being a few years older than them, and already holding a much higher position.
The Wen family was the wealthiest in Imperial City, which was Hua Country's economic center. In recent years, the Wen family's enterprises had already spread nationwide.
Since Wen Fucheng took charge, things only got more remarkable.
The reason he was here tonight was purely because his nephew Wen Yue had slipped the word.
Too many people sought to know Wen Fucheng, whose reputation preceded him, making him quite the celebrity.
Playfulness when appropriate, seriousness when necessary.
Seeing such an idol-like figure, these usually rambunctious young masters behaved more reservedly.