How did I become a god

Chapter 1665 Removing the Shackles
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting lazy dappled patterns on the gleaming marble floor of the banquet hall.

The lingering aromas of fine wine and exquisite dishes still hung in the air. A group of beautiful women, each with their own distinct style, dispersed in twos and threes, leaving behind a mess of dishes and the quiet afterglow of past glories.

Ke Lingling had no intention of lingering and quickly walked through the spacious corridor. The hem of her light pink modified cheongsam swayed gently with her hurried steps, revealing her slender and graceful figure at 1.72 meters tall.

The sleeveless cheongsam revealed two sections of her lotus-root-like arms, which, under the sunlight streaming through the glass greenhouse, were as white and smooth as the finest mutton-fat jade, gleaming with a warm, pearly luster.

The 23-year-old girl had fair, plump skin, full of collagen, and was beautiful and charming with just a touch of makeup.

She plunged into the meticulously maintained garden behind the villa, but the lush greenery and blooming roses could not soothe the turbulent waves in her heart.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number she knew by heart, "An Yi, let's break up."

An Yi's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, with a nonchalant tone: "Okay."

The call was swift and decisive, without a trace of doubt or hesitation, as if it were just a trivial sales call that had been hung up.

Hearing the busy tone from the receiver, Ke Lingling stomped her foot in frustration, feeling a strange sense of loss, emotion, and melancholy.

Just now at the dinner table, the undisguised admiration and fervor in her eyes when she looked at Brother Jing only earned her a gentle but distant avoidance from him. That moment made her heartbroken and completely extinguished her last unrealistic fantasy about her childhood sweetheart.

However, this was her love of more than ten years, and its end at this moment left her with a sense of inexplicable melancholy and sadness.

Looking at the name on the screen labeled "Fiancé (Self-Deception Version)," a self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Fiancé? What a ridiculous word! It's just a one-sided assumption made by their elders and by her alone. Has An Yi ever truly acknowledged it?

From an innocent child to a graceful young woman, her gaze almost never left the figure of An Yi. But what about him? In Hong Kong, there were beautiful young women to keep him company; in Beijing, wealthy and beautiful women pursued him relentlessly. In his world of pleasure, was there ever a place for Ke Lingling?

This unrequited love of over a decade has ultimately been a waste of time, like an absurd joke.

She had previously told An Yi in a message on Fetion that they were breaking up and wishing each other well for the rest of their lives. This time, she would confirm it again in person over the phone, to finally settle things completely. There was a sense of relief at breaking free of shackles, but also an unspeakable melancholy.

"Fine... let's end this quickly and cleanly, so we don't waste each other's time!"

Meanwhile, inside the billiards room of a top-tier club in Beijing.

"Hey An, who called? Still in the mood to play ball?" A young man dressed in a casual yet luxurious style, smoking a cigar, looked at An Yi, who had just hung up the phone and had no expression on his face.

He is Shen Zhonghuai, the 22-year-old son of Shen Jinyuan, the head of Xiamen Cultural Tourism. He just graduated from Beijing University of Economics and Business this year.

Just as An Yi returned to Beijing, the two bumped into each other at some private gatherings of Taichu Group executives and had been hanging out together recently. Ren Lie, on the other hand, was focused on his online supermarket business and rarely went out with them.

An Yi casually tossed his phone onto the expensive velvet table, leaned over, and steadily set up his cue with his long, slender fingers. With a crisp "snap," a colored ball sank precisely into the pocket. He straightened up and nonchalantly dusted off non-existent dust from his suit: "Ke Lingling called. She broke up with me completely and went to pursue her happiness."

He was able to graduate from military academy in just three years, which means he has a very high IQ. The fact that Ke Lingling so sincerely wanted to break up with him just a year after graduating from university means she definitely has someone else in her heart.

Although he had no feelings for Ke Lingling, he knew her, his childhood sweetheart, all too well.

"Huh? Didn't your mom already consider her her daughter-in-law?"

People nearby started to cheer. Shen Zhonghuai was generous and had a good relationship with several classmates who were native Beijingers at university, and they were here to keep him company.

An Yi twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed, "Ke Lingling and I have been inseparable since childhood, except for college. We're as close as if we were touching our own left hand with our right."

My mom likes it, what can I do? It's better to break up, no longer bound by this relationship." He leaned down again, aiming at the next ball. The afternoon sun shone through the huge French windows, illuminating the cigar smoke floating in the air, as well as his sharply defined profile and the usual indifferent look in his eyes, a look of complete composure.

When Ke Lingling walked out from behind the villa, the effortless composure on her face couldn't hide the sadness and lingering melancholy in her eyes.

Cheng Zhao and Wang Qiuyu, who were waiting at the door, immediately surrounded them.

"Lingling, what's wrong? You don't look well," Cheng Zhao asked with concern, his eyes sharp.

Ke Lingling raised her hand to smooth her wind-blown hair and forced a smile: "I just called An Yi and we officially made things clear, we're breaking up."

"Lingling, are you alright?" Wang Qiuyu asked softly with concern. She had already received Brother Jing's "promise" and was in a very good mood, so she didn't want to say too much about the matter.

That Pagani sports car, worth half a billion and coveted by countless men, is currently parked at the port, waiting for her to pick it up! Brother Jing promised her a seat in the passenger seat of his race car!
"It's nothing." Ke Lingling nodded, a complex mix of emotions and melancholy welling up inside her. Her obsession of over a decade had finally come to an end.

Cheng Zhao's eyes darted around, and he deliberately bumped Ke Lingling with his shoulder, winking and lowering his voice: "Oh dear, this has cleared the last obstacle for you to run into Brother Jing's arms!"

"Lingling, with those long, straight legs of yours, straight out of a manga, you could easily win over that lecherous guy, Jing-ge, if you stood in front of him."

Cheng Zhao is quite frank when talking to her best friend in private. After speaking, she chuckled to herself, feeling a bit of the satisfaction of gossiping about Brother Jing behind his back.

Wang Qiuyu, who was standing to the side, also smiled slightly with her lips pursed.

"Get in!" Xi Siyan drove up in a sleek Bentley Continental GT, the window rolling down to reveal her radiant face. She keenly noticed the worry in Ke Lingling's eyes. "Hey, Lingling, are you alright?"

"It's okay! I called An Yi and officially broke up with him!" Ke Lingling opened the car door and got into the comfortable back seat with Cheng Zhao and Wang Qiuyu. The car smoothly drove out of the villa area, merged into the traffic, and headed towards the port.

The atmosphere inside the car quickly returned to relaxed. The conversation naturally revolved around Ke Lingling's unrequited love for Jing Gao, with the girlfriends teasing each other.

Ke Lingling blushed slightly at his words and couldn't help but retaliate, her words aimed directly at Xi Siyan, who was driving: "Sister Siyan, when is Brother Jing going to get you pregnant? Don't keep us waiting too long!" Xi Siyan was also working with her on the "Time Coffee" startup project and had been a great help to her, making her a capable assistant. The two had a very good personal relationship.

Xi Siyan tightened her grip on the steering wheel and glared at her in the rearview mirror, annoyed. "What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat! Is this something you can discuss in public?"

However, she wasn't afraid to discuss this topic with her best friends; Brother Jing treated her very well. She paused, but couldn't help but smile sweetly, "Brother Jing said...anytime is fine."

"Wow--!"

"Sister Siyan is awesome!"

A burst of good-natured laughter and cheers erupted inside the car. Caught up in the atmosphere, Ke Lingling's mood inexplicably improved; the lingering sadness and reluctance vanished, replaced by anticipation for a new life. The luncheon had left her heartbroken, but now all the obstacles were gone.

She quietly took out her phone, opened Fetion, found the pinned profile picture, and typed quickly: "Brother Jing, am I pretty?"

Below the text was a striking photograph. It was taken that morning in front of the full-length mirror in the walk-in closet before leaving the house.

The girl in the mirror was wearing only a white lace bra and matching panties, which outlined her youthful and graceful curves. Her 32B breasts were snow-white, round, and perky, and her waist was so slender that it could be encircled with one hand.

Her beautiful legs were straight, long, smooth, firm, and perfectly rounded like a meticulously sculpted work of art—the kind of top-tier comic book legs that Cheng Zhao described as enough to "make Brother Jing swoon."

The soft morning light bathed her fair skin, giving it an alluring ivory sheen and a captivating, undisguised charm and allure unique to young girls.

(End of this chapter)