After swapping bodies, I became a domineering CEO in a melodramatic novel.

"You make it sound like I'd listen to your opinion?" Yu Yuetong finally couldn't help but retort, her tone tinged with disdain. "Don't underestimate me."

"Oh, that was a good counterattack." Ji Momo's lips curled up, seemingly pleasantly surprised by Yue Tong's response. "But I don't want you wasting your voice in front of me."

Qin Reng's expression was grave, his brows furrowed slightly, clearly annoyed by the argument. He gently rubbed his chin with his fingers, his gaze fixed intently on Yu Yuetong. "You know, there's no room for jokes in our partnership." His words, like a candle flame, pierced the heavy atmosphere.

Mo Qingcheng slightly raised his eyes, a playful expression on his face. "I think we could make some little jokes." He looked directly at Yu Yuetong, his eyes filled with tenderness, as if he wanted to comfort her, yet also with a subtle teasing. "After all, in the current situation, what's left besides jokes?"

Yu Yuetong's heart churned, as if she were trapped in a transparent glass box, any attempt to struggle being invisibly suppressed. She wanted to ask who was "at ease" here, but she held back her words. A surge of discontent welled up within her, further solidifying her resolve—she would never again be a pawn in anyone's hands.

"Have you thought about the consequences of making this joke?" She suppressed her unease, looked directly at Mo Qingcheng, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

"Consequences? I always have a way to solve problems." Mo Qingcheng smiled slightly, with a hint of confidence, as if everything was a game he could control.

“Alright, if you two really want to try something new, I’d be happy to witness it.” Ji Momo pouted, her bright eyes darting between the two of them without any attempt to hide it, making Yu Yuetong feel even more embarrassed.

"Witness what?" Yu Yuetong suddenly realized that she had been squeezed into the heart of this "mini-theater" and wanted to break free even more. "Since you're all so talented, why do you need an outsider like me?"

Qin Reng frowned slightly, interrupting her emotions, "You are my wife, and I need to discuss everything with you." His tone carried a hint of helplessness, but it was like the warm sunshine that still couldn't dispel the surrounding gloom.

"That's ridiculous." Yu Yuetong shook her head, feeling increasingly disgusted. "I am indeed your wife in name only, but that doesn't mean I have to pay the price for your choices."

At this moment, Qin Reng felt a surge of irritation. Yu Yuetong remained stubborn, and it seemed that no matter how hard he tried to break the awkward silence, their communication could never reach a consensus. His anger and helplessness churned within him, and finally, as he narrowed his eyes, he slowly approached her and said coldly, "While you're talking to me, don't forget your place."

Yu Yuetong's heart raced under his pressure, her eyes flickering as if she wanted to retort, but she retreated slightly under his intense gaze. "This has nothing to do with status. I just want to fight for my right to speak." A sense of powerlessness welled up inside her, but the corners of her mouth still turned up slightly.

Amidst the tangled tension, Mo Qingcheng interjected, "Perfect timing. Identity is indeed very important." A sly glint flashed in his eyes. "You should cherish this opportunity, after all, those outside are also waiting for their chance."

Yu Yuetong's heart skipped a beat. The current situation was becoming increasingly complicated, and the real enemy seemed to have been lying in ambush in the shadows, waiting for the right moment. She secretly resolved not to let any enemy succeed easily.

"I will find a way to turn the situation around." But as she uttered these firm words, her heart was also silently clamoring for the battle yet to come.

However, the real drama seemed to be just beginning. Just as she and Ji Momo were arguing, the door was suddenly pushed open, and an unexpected figure barged in. Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the opening of the door, where a chilling presence was present, and an invisible sense of oppression gathered in the atmosphere.

“I’ve arrived just in time.” He smiled slightly, and the atmosphere in the entire room instantly changed.

Yu Yuetong's heart was taut like a stringed instrument, the heavy atmosphere making her feel suffocated. Mo Qingcheng's figure suddenly burst in, like a sudden bolt of lightning tearing through her defenses. His smile held a hint of mockery, as if he were watching a farce.

"You've come at just the right time?" Yu Yuetong frowned, saying disdainfully, trying to hide her inner tension. She felt a growing sense of oppression, a feeling of wanting to resist but being powerless to do so.

"Of course, how could I miss a scene like this?" Mo Qingcheng said casually, as if he could easily handle everything. His gaze swept over Yu Yuetong and landed on Qin Reng's face, full of sarcasm.

Qin Reng frowned, his angry gaze fixed on Mo Qingcheng. "What's your plan?" His voice was cold, yet tinged with unease, as if he were pressuring Mo Qingcheng for an explanation while simultaneously trying to conceal his vulnerability.

"Don't rush, I haven't started yet." Mo Qingcheng's attitude was flippant, feigning mystery. He leaned closer, a slight smile playing on his lips, his words piercing like needles, "In this game, whoever controls the situation will be the ultimate winner."

"You think we'll listen to you?" Yu Yuetong almost laughed at his confidence. But she knew in her heart that Mo Qingcheng was like a phantom in the desert, elusive yet impossible to guard against.

“It’s too late, it doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not,” Mo Qingcheng narrowed his eyes, his relaxed demeanor slightly annoying. “I didn’t let you give up your rationality so easily because of this cold war.”

A palpable tension filled the small room. Yu Yuetong felt the air pressure around her drop sharply, and her hands clenched involuntarily. She could only ask in a slightly trembling voice, "What exactly do you want?" trying to extract some useful information from this narcissistic man.

“A deal, of course.” Mo Qingcheng smiled slightly, like a shrewd businessman, his gaze fixed intently on hers without any hesitation. “I want to rewrite this play with you, after all, the original script is outdated.”

"Rewrite?" Qin Reng scoffed. "Do you think we're fools?" His snort betrayed his disdain, yet it couldn't mask the unease in his heart. He understood that something seemed to be tilting slightly between them, though he didn't know in which direction.

"Let me finish." Mo Qingcheng's tone became more patient, like a gentle counselor. "Now is the perfect opportunity for you, given the current situation outside. I have a way to help you resolve the issue of inheritance."