Chapter 1

"Wen Yan, we're getting a divorce!"

A deep, cold voice rang out in the luxurious presidential suite.

Wen Yan woke up with a splitting headache, slowly opening her heavy eyelids.

She was sprawled on the carpet, her forehead scraped and still bleeding.

Following the sound, she saw a tall, imposing, and intimidating figure standing not far away.

The man stood with his back to the light, making it hard for her to see his features clearly.

She only felt an icy, formidable aura emanating from him, like an Asura from hell.

Wen Yan, propping her forehead, sat up from the carpet. A trace of confusion flickered in her eyes, but soon, a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into her mind.

She had transmigrated into an old-fashioned, melodramatic, tragic romance novel called "The CEO's Beloved," sharing the same name as the vicious and self-destructive female supporting character, Wen Yan.

The original Wen Yan was the true heiress of the Wen family, recognized and brought back at eighteen. The female lead, Wen Yue, was the fake heiress, the novel's protagonist.

Wen Yan grew up in the countryside, was impulsive, and after returning to the Wen family, she desperately sought favor. But she was untalented, competitive, and inferior to Wen Yue in every way, making her deeply disliked by the Wen family.

At a party, Wen Yan met the movie star male lead, Gu Beichen, and fell in love with him at first sight.

Gu Beichen was skilled at manipulating her. While being on-again-off-again and entangled with Wen Yue, he also fed Wen Yan empty promises, turning her into his lapdog.

Gu Beichen was the illegitimate son of the Si family. He wanted to deal with the Si family's eldest son, Si Moyan.

Knowing about the marriage arrangement between the Wen and Si families, he persuaded Wen Yan to beg Old Master Wen for permission, successfully marrying her off to Si Moyan.

After marrying Si Moyan, Wen Yan caused all sorts of trouble. She not only stole confidential documents from Si Moyan's study for Gu Beichen but also drugged Si Moyan, trying to send another woman to his bed. Her plan was to catch him in the act, ruin his reputation, and take half his property!

The current plot had just reached the point where Wen Yan lured Si Moyan to the hotel and drugged his drink.

Due to Si Moyan's overwhelmingly cold and intimidating aura, Wen Yan, in her panic, accidentally fell, hit her forehead on the bedpost, and lost consciousness for a short while. When she woke up, it was now her, the transmigrator, inside.

Wen Yan quickly sorted through the plot and her emotions. She stood up from the floor and looked again at the man not far away.

This time, she saw his face clearly.

It was a handsome, sharp, chiseled, flawless face.

The man's pupils were dark, deep, cold and profound as an abyss, carrying an air of inviolable dignity and aloof superiority.

"Wen Yan, you have some nerve, daring to drug me!"

The man's gaze towards her was like a poison-tipped sword, ready to tear her to pieces.

Wen Yan pressed her lips together, about to say something, when a voice suddenly echoed in her mind:

[Ding, host, host, the gossip system Dabai reporting for duty.]

[By binding with Dabai, you can feast on the gossip (lit. eat the melons) of everyone in this world.]

[While enjoying the gossip, you need to complete tasks. Within one year, you must obtain 100 favor points from Si Moyan, or you will die again! Complete the task, and you can have one wish granted!]

Wen Yan, "..."

What the heck?

Die again?

Thinking of the agony of being tortured to death by an incurable disease in her previous life, she really didn't want to experience that again!

[If the favor points reach 100, can I wish for immortality?]

[Yes, you can.]

Wen Yan's interest was immediately piqued.

[How do I get Si Moyan's favor points?]

[Host, I'm just a system, not a woman. I have no experience. But roughly speaking, it's about teasing him, making him like you, unable to resist, losing his appetite, unable to sleep at night. The heart-throb points will naturally rise.]

Wen Yan, "..."

[Wouldn't that be lovesickness, practically killing him!]

"Wen Yan, you are truly the most disgusting woman in the world to me! I'll have my secretary prepare the divorce papers. You don't need to return to the Si family anymore!"

[Ding, host, your aversion points have risen to 50.]

Damn!

[Why are there aversion points too?]

[Host, Dabai forgot to remind you. If the aversion points reach 100, you will also die!]

Wen Yan's mouth twitched.

Are you kidding me?

Already at 50 from the start?

Looking at the man before her, whose handsome face was so dark it could drip water, she screamed internally:

[Ahhh! Can't blame Si Moyan for hating Wen Yan. If it were me, I'd feel the same!]

[But now Wen Yan is dead, there's a different soul inside this body. Wuwuwu, my soul from another world is innocent!]

What to do? According to the plot, the effects of Si Moyan's drug are about to kick in. It's the strongest drug on the black market. Without a woman's help, his... thing will burst a blood vessel, and he'll become a useless good-for-nothing who's all looks and no function.

[According to the book's plot, Wen Yan brought him a woman when the effects hit, but he'd rather die than touch her, and in the end, he really did become useless.]

His blood began to boil, a restless heat rising. His narrow eyes turned bloodshot. The man who wanted to strangle Wen Yan suddenly stiffened violently.

Did he just hear Wen Yan speak a long paragraph?

He clearly didn't see her mouth move!

She said the real Wen Yan was dead, and her body now housed a soul from another world?

Did she hit her head on the bedpost and go crazy?

Si Moyan's deep pupils flickered with dark blue flames. Though he tried with all his might to restrain himself, maintaining a cold, calm expression, his breathing when he spoke was still disordered. "Wen Yan, stop playing tricks!"

Wen Yan, seeing the danger and loathing bursting from the man's eyes, trembled, her heart panicking like crazy.

It's over, it's over. After he becomes useless, his personality turns unpredictable, depressed and listless. In less than a year, someone steals his kidney, seizes his assets, and finally, he jumps from the 86th floor, the tallest building in Yecheng, and is smashed to a pulp. What a tragic guy.

[Wait, no, I seem even worse. The aversion points are about to hit 100, and I have to die again!]

Si Moyan's sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly. His long, narrow eyes were tinged with terrifying crimson, like an enraged beast.

Damn woman!

She dares to curse me?

What does she mean I'll end up dying tragically, smashed to a pulp?

She's truly vicious as a snake. Hoping for my early death is bad enough, but hoping for such a gruesome end!

Si Moyan's patience was completely exhausted by Wen Yan. His long, fair, and clean hand lifted, abruptly reaching for Wen Yan's neck.

Wen Yan shivered involuntarily. Before his hand could fully exert force, her eyes shifted, her fox eyes, upturned at the outer corners, lifting slightly. She spoke in a delicate and charming tone, "Husband, we've been married for six months, but you've never touched me, leaving me in a living widowhood. I had no choice but to drug you. I just wanted so much for us to become a real husband and wife."

Yuck! If it weren't for saving my life, this lady wouldn't be trying to seduce a short-lived devil like you!

[He urgently needs a woman now. If I take this chance to seduce him, I should be able to gain some favor points, right?]

The original host was an idiot, abandoning a handsome, rich, and powerful CEO husband to grovel for that illegitimate son movie star. No wonder she ended up dying tragically and being eliminated in the end!

Before Si Moyan could say anything, Wen Yan boldly pulled away the large hand that was gripping her neck. Her slender, jade-like fingers, like tender green onions, reached through his shirt to caress his handsome and solid chest.

This was Wen Yan's first time touching a man's chest, and she was screaming inwardly:

[Ahhh, these pectoral muscles, so even and firm, not an ounce of fat. I so want to tear open his shirt and see his eight-pack abs. His Adonis belt must be absolutely divine!]

[Dammit, I didn't take any kind of pill, so why am I feeling so feverish? This man is too tempting. Those long legs are simply out of this world.]

[Wow, his Adam's apple just bobbed—]

Just as Wen Yan's inner voice was shrieking incessantly, the system's voice sounded again.

[Host, danger, danger, danger! The aversion level has risen to 80!]

Wen Yan, "..."

For heaven's sake!

This is too hurtful!

Let a bolt of lightning strike her dead right now!

Wen Yan had never been such a failure in her life.

In her previous life, she was known in the entertainment industry as the fox spirit, Wen Daji.

Her pair of upturned, fox-like eyes were mesmerizing and alluring, with long, thick lashes. A faint teardrop mole at the outer corner of her eye added an unintentionally seductive, unspoken charm.

It had always been men throwing themselves at her; she never needed to pursue a man actively.

But her standards were impossibly high, and in her past life, she died without ever finding a man who truly suited her fancy.

Strictly speaking, this was her first time actively trying to seduce a man.

And it was actually ineffective?

Instead, his disgust level towards her rose to 80?

A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!

She refused to believe this evil!

Wen Yan's red lips curved into a bewitching, rosy arc, her voice coquettish, "Husband, you look so hot, you're sweating on your forehead." Her fingertip followed the path of that bead of sweat, tracing from the sharp, handsome lines of his face towards his thin, sensuous lips—

The tail of her eye lifted slightly, stunningly seductive, "You're holding back quite painfully, aren't you?"

She rose on her tiptoes, her delicate face leaning slightly closer to his, her breath sweet as orchids.

Up close, she could see his features even more clearly.

His brows and eyes were dark and profound, his eyelashes long and thick, even more beautiful than a woman's. His skin was a cold white, almost poreless.

It would have been perfect if the look he directed at her wasn't so cold and devoid of warmth.

Just as her finger was about to touch his lips, his large hand forcefully gripped hers.

Her fingers were slender, fair, and soft as if boneless, as though they would shatter if he squeezed just a little harder.

Wen Yan saw a deep, dangerous undercurrent swirling in his pitch-black, crimson-tinged eyes.

[Damn, is he taking the bait?]

[Dabai, has his disgust level towards me decreased at all?]

System Dabai: [Host, it has not.]

Wen Yan was an optimistic, easy-going person. Although the disgust level hadn't decreased, at least it hadn't increased either.

"Husband, if you don't want me to help you with my body, you could also have someone bring a set of silver needles. I can help you by acupuncturing points to relieve—"

Before she could finish, her hand was forcefully flung away.

The man's eyes were stained with a crimson hue of desire, yet his expression was utterly cold, gloomy, and dangerous, a blend of threat and sensuality, "Wen Yan, in this lifetime, I will never be interested in a woman like you!"

With that, he turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Wen Yan was furious.

She clenched her hands into fists, gnashing her teeth as she shook them at his retreating back.

[You damn man, do you think I give a damn about you? Stay stubborn and see if that thing of yours doesn't get congested, burst, and turn you into a useless eunuch!]

[Anyway, after tomorrow, your tragic fate will officially begin. Not just you, but also your five younger siblings, your comatose mother, your terminally ill grandfather—they will all die, become disabled, or get injured one after another because of your miserable death, with none spared.]

[Except for the male lead, your whole family is destined to be cannon fodder, all written off within a few years.]

Si Moyan, who was almost at the bathroom door, nearly stumbled and fell.

This woman was too vicious!

He turned his head to look at Wen Yan, his back teeth nearly grinding to dust, "Wen... Yan!"

Wen Yan's face immediately resumed a smile, responding sweetly and seductively, "Husband, if you change your mind now, it's still not too late, you know."

Si Moyan's gaze towards her was like spilled ink, carrying a bone-chilling coldness as deep as an abyss, "Do you want to die right now?"

Wen Yan frowned, "Husband, I don't want to die. I still want to be your antidote!"

[Is he sick? Why does he suddenly want to kill me again? I offered to solve his problem, and he refused. How can he blame me?]

[I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to transmigrate into such a self-destructive, vicious creature. Looks like Si Moyan will never have a good opinion of me until he dies, and might even send me to my grave first!]

[Wah... In my past life, I had stomach cancer and couldn't eat so many things. I really want to eat spicy crab, boiled live fish, spicy crayfish, Sichuan hotpot—]

While mentally complaining, Wen Yan swallowed hard.

She didn't notice the deep, complex shift in Si Moyan's gaze as he looked at her.

They had been married for half a year. He remembered she never ate spicy food.

But now her cravings were all for spicy dishes.

Could it be that her soul had truly become someone else's?

Si Moyan didn't have time to ponder further. That unbearable, feverish restlessness in his body surged over him once more like a tide.

The rims of his eyes were so red they seemed about to drip blood. The torment of desire gave him a dangerously alluring handsomeness.

She guessed right. All the blood in his body seemed to be rushing downwards, to that place that felt agonizingly tight, about to explode.

At this moment, he wished he could slice her into a thousand pieces.

"Wen Yan, I'll believe you one more time!"

Si Moyan called someone to deliver a set of silver needles.

After getting the needles, Wen Yan had Si Moyan lie down on the sofa.

Si Moyan closed his eyes. Sweat had already soaked his neat sideburns and his white shirt.

Every muscle in his body was taut, his contours solid and sensual.

Wen Yan couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for him. Despite being in such discomfort, he could still restrain himself.

This man was truly ascetic and formidable.

It's just a pity that no matter how capable, he was merely a stepping stone for the male lead, destined to be cannon fodder!

"Husband, turn over, face down on the sofa."

Si Moyan opened his dark, cold eyes, "Don't call me husband anymore from now on."

"Then can I call you darling?"

Before Si Moyan could respond, Wen Yan coquettishly called out, "Darling."

A surge of heat shot straight to his abdomen.

Fuck!

Si Moyan couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Wen Yan, if you call me that again, do you believe I'll kill you right now?"

Wen Yan blinked her beautiful fox-like eyes, "How would you kill me?"

Her shameless expression made him clench his back teeth tightly.

[Ding, disgust level decreased by 1. Currently 79.]

Wen Yan was speechless.

She had flirted to this extent, and it only decreased by 1?

Broken system, are you glitching?

Wen Yan took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and began the acupuncture for Si Moyan.

After nearly half an hour, she finally managed to bring down the heat in his body.

Wen Yan was exhausted, her back and waist aching. After putting down the silver needles, she stretched.

Her gaze fell on the man's buttocks below his narrow waist.

She chuckled to herself.

[Such a perky, sexy butt. I really want to give it a feel.]

The man lying on the sofa suddenly flipped over. He stood up, his expression stern as he glared at her, "Wen Yan, tonight's incident was caused by you. Although you helped relieve it with acupuncture, I will not keep a troublemaker like you around!"

Wen Yan was utterly speechless.

[Dammit, Iceberg Si, you're quite the expert at burning bridges after crossing the river!]

[Don't think I'm that into you. Even though your looks and figure hit all the right spots for me, if it weren't for the system's restrictions, I'd definitely drag you to the civil affairs bureau for a divorce tomorrow!]

Despite thinking this, what came out of her mouth was, "Wah... Oppa husband, I was blind before, my judgment clouded. I promise I won't cause trouble anymore. Please let me stay!"

The man remained unmoved.

He wasn't swayed by her coquettish, charming act, so she tried another approach—playing the fragile victim, using tears to win his sympathy. "Darling, I know I stole your confidential information, betrayed you, and did many wrong things in the past. But there's one thing that makes me worth giving another chance."

Si Moyan narrowed his deep, inscrutable eyes. "What is it?"

"I'm still a virgin!"

Chapter 3

The original owner did not like Si Moyan. She was determined to get a divorce, obtain her share of the property, and then give her most precious chastity to the male lead, Gu Beichen.

This was also the only thing the original owner could offer now!

Clearly, Si Moyan was not interested.

His long, slender fingers pinched her delicate chin. "Wen Yan, in this lifetime, I will never touch you!"

Wen Yan wasn't hurt by his words. Instead, her focus landed on his distinct, knuckled fingers.

[In my past life, I never slept with a man. I wonder what that feeling is like?]

[Demon Si's hands are so big... Huh, wasn't he going to pinch my chin? Why did he put his hand back in his pocket?]

Si Moyan's handsome face had already darkened to the color of a pot bottom.

"Wen Yan, tomorrow at 9 AM, we'll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Si Moyan prepared to turn and leave.

Wen Yan quickly grabbed his sleeve, her fox-like eyes misty. "Wah, husband, I really can't live without you. Give me one more chance, let's not get divorced, okay?"

[I'll beg him one more damn time. If he insists on divorcing, I won't beg anymore.]

[Anyway, he's a short-lived ghost, and his younger siblings are all destined to be cannon fodder.]

[Besides, tomorrow his second brother will—]

Si Moyan's sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly.

What will happen to his second brother tomorrow?

Si Moyan narrowed his eyes at Wen Yan, wanting to hear her continue, but her thoughts had shifted elsewhere.

[Since I'm going to die again, starting tomorrow, I'll eat all the delicious food in the world and die a satisfied ghost with no regrets!]

Si Moyan's thin, rosy lips pressed together tightly.

So, she was not only greedy for money but also a glutton!

"Fine, I'll give you one more chance!"

Wen Yan had already given up hope. Suddenly hearing him say this, she immediately hooked her arms around the man's neck, excitedly and enthusiastically planting a loud kiss on his handsome face.

Her movement was too fast, so fast that Si Moyan didn't have time to push her away.

"Husband, from now on, I will definitely be a virtuous wife and loving mother."

[Once the favorability points reach 100, I'll become the world's richest woman, changing young studs one after another, kicking far away cold, unfeeling dog men like Iceberg Si!]

Watching Wen Yan's two-faced act, Si Moyan pursed his lips, his narrow eyes deep and inscrutable.

Had her body really been taken over by a soul from another world?

He could suddenly hear her inner thoughts—this strange phenomenon was unprecedented.

For now, he'd keep her by his side, observe her for a while longer before divorcing her!

Seeing that Si Moyan didn't mention the divorce appointment again, Wen Yan stretched lazily and yawned. "So sleepy, husband, I'm going to bed."

Knowing Si Moyan had no interest in touching her, she walked confidently towards the bedroom.

Entering the bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

What the heck?

The woman with an explosive hairstyle, a face slathered in thick makeup like a painter's palette—was that her?

No wonder Demon Si found it disgusting to even look at her more than once. With this non-mainstream, chuunibyou appearance, even she thought she looked like an idiot.

The original owner was truly deeply in love with Gu Beichen!

Afraid that her real appearance might arouse Si Moyan's lust, she actually made herself look so terrifying every day that even ghosts would flee at the sight!

Wen Yan hated sleeping with makeup on the most. She thoroughly removed her makeup.

A charming, enchanting, breathtakingly beautiful little face was revealed.

Apart from the skin being a bit dull from years of heavy makeup, this face could be described as exceptionally gorgeous and moving, exactly the same as Wen Yan's face from her previous life.

She just needed to take good care of her skin from now on to be perfect.

After removing her makeup, Wen Yan took a shower and put on the hotel bathrobe.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Wen Yan walked to the door and opened it.

"Yanyan, sorry, there was a little accident on the road, I'm late. Has Si Moyan's drug taken effect?"

The visitor was Wen Yan's best friend, Song Qingyu, also the woman she had planned to send to Si Moyan's bed tonight.

Song Qingyu's mother worked as a maid in the Si family; in reality, she was also someone planted there by Gu Beichen.

Gu Beichen worried that Wen Yan was too stupid to successfully frame Si Moyan by herself, so he had Song Qingyu become Wen Yan's best friend.

If Wen Yan failed, Song Qingyu would be the backup plan.

Song Qingyu had sex addiction. She had slept with many men, but the ones she most wanted to sleep with were only Gu Beichen and Si Moyan.

Gu Beichen's heart belonged to Wen Yue, so she didn't dare covet him, but Si Moyan was different.

Wen Yan was an idiot, and her marriage with Si Moyan was in name only.

The drug Wen Yan gave Si Moyan tonight was bought by Song Qingyu from the black market.

Only a woman could help Si Moyan relieve it.

"Yanyan, don't worry, to help you complete your plan, I'm willing to sacrifice my purity even!"

Looking at Song Qingyu's self-righteous declaration, Wen Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

[Purity? Someone who's had it surgically restored over ten times at the hospital still has purity to speak of?]

While watching Song Qingyu's hypocritical act, Wen Yan browsed through her gossip in the system.

[Oh my, the reason Song Qingyu is so eager to sleep with Si Moyan is because her previous men were either too short on time or too short down there, unable to satisfy her!]

[Why does she think Si Moyan can satisfy her? Oh ho, it turns out she secretly peeked at Si Moyan's underwear drying on the balcony at the Si house and roughly guessed the size!]

Sitting on the sofa smoking, Si Moyan's fingers twitched, the ash almost falling onto the back of his hand and burning his skin.

His dark eyes shot a sharp glance towards the door.

Song Qingyu, receiving Si Moyan's death-god-like gaze, couldn't help but shiver.

Wasn't he drugged?

Why did he seem relatively clear-headed?

"Yanyan, didn't you give him that stuff?"

Wen Yan curled her lips. "I did. Can't you see his eyes are bloodshot?"

"Then why is he..."

Wen Yan propped her chin on her fingers, looking Song Qingyu up and down thoughtfully. "Probably because your chest isn't big enough, your waist isn't slim enough, your legs aren't long enough, and most importantly, your face isn't pretty enough. Qingyu, maybe you should get surgery from head to toe?"

Song Qingyu's face instantly flushed bright red.

Did she think she couldn't tell Wen Yan was implying she wasn't good enough?

Looking at Wen Yan, who after removing her makeup was as stunningly beautiful as a seductive imperial consort, Song Qingyu felt jealous and disgusted.

Heaven was so unfair. Why give such a perfect face and devilish figure to this idiot?

It was such a waste!

"Yanyan, how about you let me in to try? Maybe I can succeed?"

Wen Yan sighed. "Qingyu, you should go to the hospital and get your syphilis treated first. Stage 2 still has a chance of being cured. If it drags on to Stage 3, it'll be very hard to treat."

Hearing Wen Yan's words, Song Qingyu's face instantly turned pale then purple.

She was indeed infected with syphilis and was receiving secret treatment.

Besides herself and her doctor, no third person knew about this.

How did this idiot Wen Yan find out?

Argh!

If Si Moyan weren't sitting on the living room sofa, she really wanted to kill this fool!

After Song Qingyu left with a darkened expression, Wen Yan turned her gaze toward the man on the sofa. Her beautiful, fox-like eyes curved enticingly as a charming, coquettish smile graced her lips. "Darling, I just chased away the woman who was coveting you. Aren't I wonderful?"