After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

In the office, Song Chenhao and I were at an impasse.

Just then, Ge Zeyu called. When I answered and heard his voice, I felt instantly relieved. "We only caught Bian Jiahui. She has already transferred some money into Song Chenhao's account."

Hearing those words, I felt as if everything had finally settled down.

Even if he shows the photos of his injury now, it's useless, because the proceeds from the smuggling are in his account, and he can't explain himself even if he has ten mouths.

"Song Chenhao, dream on if you want the shares I hold!"

I looked at him with a mocking smile, and the composure on his face crumbled little by little.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" he roared, his voice trembling with barely concealed anger, and threatened me, "It seems you want to drag Ge Zeyu down with you, then I'll grant your wish."

He took out his phone, but didn't press the send button for a long time.

I watched him calmly, urging him nonchalantly, "Why aren't you doing it?"

Song Chenhao is now like a fish on a chopping board, unable to make any waves. "If I were you, I'd better think of a way to explain things clearly. Bian Jiahui definitely won't take the blame herself."

I turned to leave after I finished speaking, but he grabbed my wrist and held me firmly in place. "Don't go! I can give up the shares, but you have to help me with this!"

He had lost his composure and spoke rapidly, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I'll say once I'm inside."

I turned my head, enduring the pain in my arm, and mocked him, "Fine, go ahead and tell them, and see who believes you. They'll just think you're crazy!"

I stomped on his foot hard, and when he let go in pain, I straightened my clothes. "Do you think I'm still that love-struck fool you can manipulate at will?"

"Didn't you always look down on me and like Bian Jiahui? Now, it's me who looks down on you."

"Jiang Wanying!" He called my name angrily, staring at me with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to pounce on me and tear me apart. "It's you! You're the one who ruined everything!"

His words made me laugh. Just because I didn't become his stepping stone like before, does that mean I deserve to die?

The smuggling and trafficking involved a huge sum of money. Song Chenhao and Bian Jiahui are both in jail and won't be out for at least ten years.

Ten years from now, things will probably be very different. He himself has no talent and only achieved success by stepping on others.

"You asked for it! You're cunning, but unfortunately you have poor eyesight. You've set your sights on Bian Jiahui, that greedy person. It's alright, we'll still have a chance to meet again in ten years."

I turned to leave, and just as my fingers touched the doorknob, a dark figure pounced on me from behind.

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively tried to avoid it, but we were too close.

With a bang, my body slammed against the door, causing intense pain. Song Chenhao grabbed my hair from behind, bent down and leaned in, "Jiang Wanying, if you won't let me have an easy time, you won't get away either."

He's now cornered and has nowhere to turn, and I'm far too weak against him. I confront him sharply, "Song Chenhao, don't do anything rash! If you harm me, your punishment will be even more severe!"

I tried to make him think twice, but when he heard what I said, he just laughed and ran the back of his hand across my cheek, giving me a chilling feeling.

"If I went in for ten years, everything would be over. Since we were able to be reborn, do you think dying together would allow us to start over again?"

I pursed my lips and remained silent, my nerves on edge. I wasn't sure if Song Chenhao would really die with me.

Being able to start over is already a blessing from heaven, and I dare not gamble on whether I will have such good luck again.

"I can get you off the hook, as long as you let me go." I can wait for another opportunity after dealing with Song Chenhao, but I only have this one life.

As soon as I finished speaking, my scalp tightened, and the pain forced me to tilt my head back. When I met his eyes, my heart turned cold; he didn't believe me at all.

Ge Zeyu is already on his way with his men. All I need to do is stall for time and avoid a direct confrontation with him.

I remained silent as he pulled me toward the emergency exit. I pretended to cooperate, but the moment he opened the emergency exit door, I shoved him away forcefully and ran away.

I heard Song Chenhao's footsteps behind me, my heart pounded, and my scalp tingled.

He grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall. Warm liquid streamed down my forehead, and at the same time, my vision went black and I felt dizzy. I had no chance to break free.

I felt lightheaded, as if someone was carrying me, and then I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I heard Song Chenhao talking on the phone, his voice filled with disdain, "If you hadn't been so stupid and greedy as to sell that batch of smuggled goods, how could we have ended up like this?"

"Don't worry, Jiang Wanying is in my hands now. She has a mother who dotes on her so much that as long as I ask, they will raise the money no matter what."

It turned out that Song Chenhao was on the phone with Bian Jiahui. I moved slightly and found that I was tied to the chair, and my arms were sore from being rubbed by the rope.

My struggles made a slight noise, and Song Chenhao hung up the phone, turned around, picked up a bottle of water, unscrewed it, and brought it to my bedside. "Drink some water first!"

I obediently drank some water, not wanting to provoke him at this moment, after all, my life was still in his hands.

"Song Chenhao, what is your purpose in kidnapping me? Now you have an additional charge of kidnapping, and the previous things cannot be wiped clean. You are courting death."

I calmly stated the facts, my forehead wound throbbing slightly. I didn't know if Song Chenhao would be persuaded, but in this situation, I had to find a way to save myself.

"If you let me go now, I might consider letting you go, considering our past relationship."

As soon as I finished speaking, Song Chenhao scoffed, his expression mocking, "Jiang Wanying, you're really bad at lying. What kind of relationship do we have? Like you said, we were mortal enemies in our past life. You're not the kind of person who repays evil with kindness, so don't say such high-sounding things."

He slowly sat down on the chair next to me, his eyes growing increasingly dark as he looked at me. "I've ended up in this state entirely because of you. You did win this time, but it doesn't matter. I just want to borrow some money from your mother. I'll leave this place then and never come back."

Given Song Chenhao's current situation, the best way for him to avoid being sentenced is to leave the country with money. He has always been ambitious and greedy, and he probably already has a plan in mind.