The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

Suburban villas.

"How about it?"

"It's nothing serious, just a mild concussion." Su Che glanced at the IV drip rate, adjusted it, looked back at the man standing at the foot of the bed, and they came out of the guest room together.

Upon entering the living room, Su Che spoke with a half-smile: "Tsk, after all these years you've finally come close to women, not easy at all."

Xi Yuanchen sat down on the sofa, his gaze falling on Su Che with a warning: "Just a con artist."

He didn't know the woman in the guest room at all; he bumped into her on his way back from a social engagement earlier that day.

However, Su Che understood Xi Yuanchen. If he wasn't interested, he wouldn't care even if someone crashed into a car and died right in front of him. But today, he did care and even brought the person home.

"Yuanchen." Su Che looked at Xi Yuanchen, stroking his chin, "Don't you think she looks a bit like someone?"

"What do you want to say?" Xi Yuanchen's tone was cold, and his expressionless face turned sharp.

"OK, OK..." Su Che raised his hand, admitting defeat guiltily: "I didn't say anything, I just wanted to advise you not to be too obsessed. If you are too obsessed, you are likely to become a vengeful ghost after you die."

Xi Yuanchen looked at him and scoffed, "You actually believe in this?"

Su Che straightened his coat collar, stood up, picked up his things, and walked out. He replied calmly, "If you believe, it will happen, you know?"

The living room fell silent. Xi Yuanchen stared at an unknown spot on the floor, his mind racing with thoughts. It took him a long time to finally stand up from the sofa.

Yao Yingxi was sleeping restlessly on the bed, her brows furrowed, her face as white as paper, and the hand with the needle stuck in it on the quilt moved slightly.

Xi Yuanchen sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. The warm orange light bathed her face in a peaceful glow. He raised his hand and traced her features with his fingertips. As if guided by a ghost, he leaned down and placed a kiss on the beauty mark under her eyelid.

"An'an," he called out, as if he had used up all the deep affection of his entire life.

Obsession is knowing you can't have something, yet still being unable to let go. And the deceased Ye An'an is Xi Yuanchen's eternal obsession.

Xi Yuanchen once thought he might never see his An'an again. But now, in the vast sea of ​​people, he looked up and met his An'an again.

If you believe, it will come true.

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Early in the morning, Yao Yingxi woke up. She opened her eyes and saw a strange man who asked her, "You're awake?"

Yao Yingxi was somewhat dazed, not knowing where she was, and even had the illusion that it was all just a dream.

But the stranger's next words made her quickly put away that inappropriate glimmer of hope. She threw back the covers, got out of bed, and said without any extra emotion, "Thank you for taking me in. I'm fine now, so I won't bother you any longer."

"Where are you going?"

Xi Yuanchen asked inexplicably, and Yao Yingxi stopped and stood still without saying a word.

Where can she go now? Her younger sister and her boyfriend of three years betrayed her. Can she really go back and watch them beg her to let them be like a pair of star-crossed lovers?

"Stay here." Xi Yuanchen walked up to Yao Yingxi and looked down at her.

Yao Yingxi wasn't stupid. She could tell that the man in front of her was looking at her with a strange expression. How could he be showing such tender affection to a stranger?

"Thank you, but no need." Yao Yingxi stepped back warily, trying to slip away from Xi Yuanchen, but was stopped.

Xi Yuanchen looked at her, a smile playing on his lips: "Given Miss Yao's current situation, I don't think you have anywhere to go."

Yao Yingxi had a cold expression and hadn't spoken yet when Xi Yuanchen suddenly pulled her into his arms, held the back of her head, and kissed her.

Almost instantly, the desires in Xi Yuanchen's heart turned into a raging torrent.

Yao Yingxi froze, struggling desperately: "Let go... ugh..."

Xi Yuanchen picked Yao Yingxi up horizontally and almost roughly pressed her onto the bed, his hand slipping under the hem of her clothes.

"You..." Yao Yingxi's cries for help were swallowed by him. The feeling of being violated terrified and disgusted her. She tried her best to endure it. When Xi Yuanchen's kiss left her mouth and he bit her chest, she broke free from his grip and raised her hand to slap him.

Xi Yuanchen's face was slapped to the side, and Yao Yingxi pushed him away and ran out as fast as she could.

With the wind whistling all around her ears, Yao Yingxi dared not stop for a moment, nor did she dare to think about what she would face if she did.

Something bumped into her foot, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily to the ground.

A sharp pain shot through her, and Yao Yingxi collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face. She thought to herself, rather inappropriately, who could be more unlucky than her? In less than twenty-four hours, not only had she been betrayed by her closest loved ones, but she had also almost been raped by a complete stranger!

Yao Yingxi slowly sat up. Her knees, ankles, elbows, palms, chin, and left chest were all covered in blood.

Yesterday's filthy scenes and today's humiliation at the hands of a strange man flashed before her eyes in rapid succession. Yao Yingxi raised her hand and rubbed her left breast violently, her emotions on the verge of collapse: "Dirty! So dirty!"