Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Shut him up."

Ji Yubai's voice was not loud, but it was like a blade tempered with ice, each word carrying an undeniable chill.

His well-defined knuckles drew a cold, hard arc in the air, conveying obvious impatience and annoyance.

The moment the words fell, two bodyguards, like lurking cheetahs, swiftly and silently pounced on him. A rough hand tightly covered Ling's father's mouth, silencing any screams or pleas that were about to escape his throat.

"Uh-huh-!"

Caught off guard, Ling's father's eyes bulged out in terror, bloodshot, and his entire face instantly turned a horrifying purplish-red.

The sticky sobbing struggled in the suddenly deathly silent air, futilely striking at the taut nerves.

"Yu Bai—"

Ling Wei practically lunged forward, frantically reaching out to grab Ji Yubai's sleeve. Her fingertips had barely touched the cool fabric when a chilling metallic glint appeared before her eyes.

Ji Yubai leaned down slightly, the handsome face that had once captivated her was now within arm's reach, but his deep eyes were filled with a thick, undisguised ferocity, like a gaze from the abyss.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his breath coldly brushing against her pale cheek: "Ling Wei, I told you not to touch those you shouldn't touch."

He paused, each word like a poisoned needle, "You crossed my line."

The small yet exceptionally sharp dagger nimbly twirled between his slender fingers, its cold blade reflecting the stark white light of the overhead lamp, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

The tip of the knife slowly moved along both sides of her pale, fragile cheeks, with a chilling scrutiny, as if carefully selecting a piece of jade about to be cut.

The air seemed to freeze, and each movement of the blade brought with it a subtle, suffocating chill.

"I...I didn't, I didn't touch anyone I shouldn't have...Yu Bai, you have to believe me, you have to believe me!"

Ling Wei's body trembled violently, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

At that moment, immense fear gripped her heart, threatening to crush it.

Where is the elegant and noble Young Master Ji now, the man in front of me who exudes such a fierce aura?

He is clearly Satan, who has torn off his human disguise and crawled out of the abyss of hell!

Playing the field, disregarding rules, beneath that elegant exterior lies the ruthlessness and madness of a devil.

A chilling feeling, emanating from the depths of her soul and as if she had been completely seen through, instantly overwhelmed her.

"Heh," Ji Yu let out a very soft, sarcastic laugh, a cold smile curving his lips, but his eyes held no smile, only a chilling frost.

"Then do you want to explain what all of these are?"

He lazily raised his hand. The bodyguard behind him, who was like a shadow, immediately understood and respectfully handed him a thick stack of snow-white papers.

He didn't even bother to glance down; he simply raised his hand casually, with a contemptuous, destructive air—

Wow!

The papers fluttered down like startled white butterflies or dying snowflakes, scattering across the ground in an instant.

A few sheets, just like that, floated lightly down in front of Ling Wei's trembling shoes.

Ling Wei subconsciously looked down. In just one glance, the blood in her body seemed to freeze instantly.

His pupils constricted sharply, like needles, fixed intently on the glaring words and records on the page—

On it lay all the evidence of her meticulously planned and painstakingly targeted crimes against Song Qingyin!

The densely packed chat screenshots, the frequent voice call times, and even the detailed text records of each call... along with seemingly hidden but actually precisely tracked money transfer transactions, like cold, venomous snakes, coiled and entwined on the pages, tearing all her pretense to shreds!

"...No...no...it wasn't me! It really wasn't me!"

Ling Wei's face instantly drained of color, turning deathly pale. Her lips trembled as she stammered her rebuttal.

A faint voice inside me screamed: Deny! Deny it to the bitter end! My name isn't directly on this chain of evidence!

Virtual numbers... constantly changing accounts... unable to trace the source...

However, the faint glimmer of hope in her heart shattered instantly when she met Ji Yubai's cold, emotionless eyes.

That look clearly told her: any struggle was futile.

"I'm not here to verify anything with you." Ji Yubai's contemptuous smile deepened, carrying a cruel, superior air of someone who controlled life and death. "I've simply decided it's you."

He drew out the last syllable of his sentence, his cold gaze shifting to Ling's father, who was restrained and looked utterly disheveled, as if he were looking at an insignificant object. He casually waved his hand in that direction.

The bodyguard immediately understood and, like a chicken or duck waiting to be slaughtered, roughly dragged the limp, tearful Ling father to Ji Yubai's feet, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Ji Yubai lowered his eyelids, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes.

He stopped looking at Ling Wei and instead focused intently on slowly and deliberately playing with the gleaming dagger in his hand.

The cold gleam of the blade reflected the equally cold, emotionless cruelty in his eyes. His deep voice echoed in the deathly silence, carrying the weight of judgment:

"You can only choose one: the Ling family or Ling Wei."

He paused, the tip of the dagger casually slicing through the air, producing a faint whooshing sound.

“Choose her,” the knife tip pointed at the trembling Ling Wei, “before sunrise tomorrow, the Ling family will be completely wiped out of Beijing, leaving not a trace.”

"Choose the Ling family..."

He didn't even need to finish what he was saying.

The bodyguard had just roughly ripped the gag out of Ling's father's mouth when, without even pausing to cough or gasp for breath, almost the instant the gag left his mouth, he screamed without hesitation in a hoarse, impatient voice, as if afraid that even a second's delay would mean missing the opportunity:

"The Ling family! I choose the Ling family! I choose the Ling family!"

The voice was filled with the urgency of surviving a disaster, and a complete and naked abandonment of the fate of the daughter beneath his feet.

He didn't even dare to look up at Ling Wei, but stared intently at Ji Yubai's cold shoe tips as if grasping at a lifeline.

The Ling family has come this far thanks to the Ji family; without the Ji family, they would be nothing.

Even if the Ji family stops helping the Ling family in the future, with Ji Yubai around, they can still avoid going against the Ling family.

As for daughters, they can't inherit the family business, so if they're gone, they're gone.

As long as the Ling family still exists, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse; even if they are barely clinging to life, it will be enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life. As for the matter of his descendants, he can't concern himself with that.