Chapter 14: Chapter 22 (part 2)

In the car, Han Yanyan lit a cigarette.

Though she herself did not smoke, the 'Han Yanyan' from this world did.

Once the pre-loaded information in her brain was activated, she took on everything from the Han Yanyan of this world, from her words and deeds, to her living habits, even her personality.

The 'Han Yanyan' from the very first, collapsed world was a little white-collar worker of pure character and simple mind. Someone of such disposition could be said to be weak. When she had taken over, her own character had occupied the dominant position. Meanwhile, the design of the last world's 'Han Yanyan' had been a blank slate, so she had stepped directly into her shoes. Therefore, Han Yanyan hadn't felt anything in those two worlds.

But 'Eldest Miss Han' from this world was born rich and powerful, her nature warm, flamboyant and strong. Although Han Yanyan was still in control, she was inevitably affected by the setting. Now, for instance, she was smoking a cigarette in response to her slight change in mood. This was the habit of Eldest Miss Han, not of Han Yanyan.

Ever since coming to this world, Han Yanyan felt like she had to be very careful.

As she smoked inside the dark car, she thought about the progress of this world.

Here in this world, her golden finger was her identity. The Han family had been wealthy and influential for the last three generations, and before the identity of "Heiress to Han", beauty was just the icing on the cake. The task she had in this world was to make Qiao Wenxing understand his mistakes. Or to put it more bluntly, just to make him regret his choices, wasn't it?

That task wasn't difficult. The true difficulty was for a living person to control her own heart and restrain her own emotions while dealing with other living people.

In 'Quick Transmigration', whomever is sincere, is the fool.

Han Yanyan took a deep breath, taking nicotine deep into her lungs to poison her own cells.

It had been half a year since she first came to this world, and Han Yanyan now felt much better. She remembered very clearly how when she first arrived here, she had travelled around the world, every day a joyride, but at night she would wake up from her dreams in a cold sweat, clutching her chest, making sure there was no bloody hole, no claw there to crush her heart.

Then she could never help but look behind her to see if there was a ruthless man there. She really wanted to know what Ding Yao's expression and mood were back then. In the middle of the night when she couldn't fall asleep, she would curse him, hoping that he had died in the hands of the corpse emperor after her death. Stewing in this anger, she would then fall asleep.

Over the course of the last half a year, this anger had broken out more and more rarely. But Han Yanyan knew that it hadn't dissipated. It was compressed deep down in the bottom of her heart.

Perhaps hate always lasted longer than love.

Her mobile phone rang. It was her playmates from tonight calling to ask where she was.

"I'll be there soon," she chuckled. "I'm a little late because I had dinner with Chengyu this evening." The person on the other end of the line asked her teasingly if she and Qiao Chengyu were serious. Han Yanyan laughed to her hearts content. "You'll all find out later."

She put out her cigarette and asked her chauffeur, "Will there be any handsome guys there tonight?"

With the smile, the other replied, "Of course. They're all owned by our family, and every one of them is a popular fresh meat in the industry. You can have your pick."

In the past, Han Yanyan had written a good deal about living a life of luxury and indulgence. After all, overbearing tyrants were the mainstay of the romance genre. Some of what she wrote was from the entertainment news, some from the bits and pieces revealed by insiders on forums, and most of the rest from her own imagination. Back then, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like, thinking that someday she would like to try living such a life.

She never thought such a day would actually come. If 'quick transmigration' was a job, this might be thought of as a company perk.

Han Yanyan had a very pleasant evening.

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The next day, the blurry photo of her cuddling with two popular young men in the nightclub made the entertainment headlines. That newspaper was in her father's hand at breakfast.

Father Han only skimmed over it lightly, telling her not to stay up too late. Qiao Wenxing had publicly announced the breaking of their engagement in the newspaper, a real slap to the Han family's face. Although Han Yanyan was currently seeing Qiao Chengyu, Father Han felt like it wouldn't be a bad thing to teach him a little lesson.

Han Yanyan felt particularly happy to have such a generous father.

In a good mood, she called Qiao Chengyu. "You've chased me for two months. When are you going to propose, Qiao's second son?"

"Whenever you like, Eldest Miss," replied Qiao Chengyu.

Han Yanyan looked out at the wide courtyard outside her floor-to-ceiling windows. The chill was fading, and the sun was warm.

"Today will work," she said idly.

 

The next day when they both appeared in public, the paparazzi's sharp eyes noticed a rock the size of a pigeon egg on Han Yanyan's finger. When asked whether or not they were engaged, Han Yanyan and Qiao Chengyu intertwined their fingers and looked at each other with sweet faces.

"What do you think?" one said. The other embraced his lover with one arm to block the paparazzi from getting too close, and said, "You'll know soon."

News that they were seriously dating made entertainment headlines and spread quickly.

When Father Han saw it, he glanced at the pigeon egg rock on Han Yanyan's hand and asked, "When will the engagement ceremony be held?"

Han Yanyan, who only ever drank healthy, freshly squeezed juice in front of her father, held up her glass and said, "This sort of thing must, of course, be brought up by the man."

 

Meanwhile, in his apartment, Qiao Chengyu received a phone call from his father's secretary. "Young Master Chengyu, the chairman would like to see you tonight. Please come home."

 

Bai Yue also saw the newspaper at the same time.

Her lover was the true Eldest Young Master of the Qiao Family, but the cocky young lady of the Han family was now going to marry an illegitimate child from an affair partner. And the affection between them was false, a sad marriage performed only for business purposes.

In Bai Yue's heart was a small seed of victorious pleasure.