The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

"Just... just..." A low, labored breathing sounded.

Yan Ting's eyes were moist, and her porcelain-white face was flushed. She raised her head, her red lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she let out a soft, uncontrollable gasp.

His burning palms held the woman's slender waist tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.

The man gently bit her ear, his magnetic voice unmistakably seductive: "Hold me."

"Honey."

Yan Ting instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's lean waist. She tried to focus her hazy gaze, desperately trying to see his face clearly, but it was always obscured by a thin veil of blur.

……

Yancheng Demin Private Hospital.

Tick-tick-tick-tick...

The ticking of the second hand was unusually loud in the silent 701 VIP ward.

It was early August, and the weather was sweltering, like a steaming oven, unbearably hot and humid.

The sunlight playfully peeked through the tiny cracks in the wooden frame of the window, reflecting off the two-meter-wide hospital bed opposite, making the pale face on the bed almost transparent.

Click!

The wall clock shows 8:30.

At the same time, Yan Ting, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

Her face looked normal, but upon closer inspection, her amber pupils appeared somewhat unfocused, as if she had just woken up from a dream, and fine beads of sweat still clung to her temples.

The first thing that catches Yanting's eye is a white ceiling and ordinary long light tubes embedded in it. He can even smell a strong disinfectant odor.

Yan Ting sat sideways on the edge of the hospital bed, her gaze gazing out the window slightly unfocused.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was in reality or in a dream.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Yanting's eyes as she thought of the vague erotic dream she had before.

Just then, the sound of shoes clicking on the tiles came from afar.

Yan Ting's eyebrows twitched slightly.

From the chaotic footsteps and the subtle differences in the sound of different shoes on the porcelain slab, she could accurately distinguish that the sound of leather shoes was coming from the front, and the sound of high heels was coming from the back.

Sure enough, a man and a woman walked in after the ward door was pushed open.

Leading the group was a male doctor in a white coat, followed by a young female nurse.

The female nurse was carrying some medical tools and equipment.

"Miss Yan, how are you feeling now?" the doctor asked, bending down. "You've been unconscious for three days."

Yan Ting paused for a moment.

She looked up at the doctor in front of her and asked softly, "Where are my parents?"

The doctor was speechless.

How was he supposed to answer that?

Although Miss Yan in front of him was a wealthy and noble lady, he actually knew a little about her inner workings. He had heard that half a month ago, the Yan family had a scandal that shocked the entire upper class of Yancheng.

It turns out that Yan Ting is not the real eldest daughter of the Yan family; the real eldest daughter is someone else.

No one would have imagined that such a thing as "switching the prince for a cat" would actually happen in real life.

In the past three days, no one from the Yan family has come to the hospital to visit Miss Yan.

At most, we'll just have to spend some money to ensure she gets the best treatment.

Furthermore, the doctor had heard that the Yan family was planning to hold a welcome banquet for the Miss Zhen who had just been brought back.

Even an outsider like him couldn't help but feel chilled by it.

Seeing the doctor's hesitant expression, Yanting immediately understood.

"Never mind," she said self-deprecatingly, "They've never really seen me as their daughter."

Even when they were biologically related, their relationship was extremely distant. Now that they know they're not biologically related, the Yan family must be relieved.

During the physical examination, Yanting cooperated quietly. A loose blue and white striped hospital gown covered her slender body, and her exposed skin was so white that it was almost transparent. You could even see the blue veins buried under the skin of her neck.

As the nurse inserted the needle into the patient's pale skin to draw blood, she couldn't help but momentarily lose her composure. From her angle, Yan Ting's long, silky black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. The distance was just enough for her to clearly see the girl's long, thick eyelashes, deep and defined features, and her bloodless lips.

The other person looked listless, as if they were utterly disappointed with the world.

The male doctor used medical equipment to measure the patient's pulse, heart rate, body temperature, and muscle strength. After the measurement, he seemed afraid that his stern face would frighten the patient, so he softened his expression and said, "You are still too weak and need to be hospitalized for a period of time to rest."

What he didn't say was that, in addition to being physically weak, Yanting's body temperature was also abnormal, much lower than normal. If the test results hadn't shown a normal heartbeat, he would have almost thought it was a cold corpse.

Yan Ting nodded slightly and said in a calm voice, "Thank you for your help, doctor."

As she said this, her gaze lingered slightly on a spot diagonally behind the male doctor.

Behind the male doctor was a wooden bedside table with a small mirror on it.

The mirror is oval-shaped, and the glass lens is very crystal clear.

At that moment, a stunningly beautiful face was clearly reflected in the lens.

Her long eyebrows reached her temples, and her phoenix eyes were very beautiful. Her eyelids were fan-shaped and triple-lidded, with layers upon layers, captivating the heart with every lift and lowering of her eyes.

Especially at the very top of his meticulously sculpted nose, just below his eyebrows, two perfectly symmetrical light red moles adorn his face. When his expression is indifferent, he exudes an aloof and unapproachable air.

Yanting was frail from a young age and was frequently in and out of the hospital.

The Yan family spent a lot of money and effort on this.

There's nothing wrong with that. Going to the doctor when you're sick and spending money on medical treatment is a perfectly normal thing.

But who could have imagined that on that day, a metaphysical master came to visit the Yan family and bluntly told the family head, Yan Shan, "Your daughter's illness is the root cause of the Yan family's decline."

Yes, over the years, the powerful and wealthy in Yancheng have been replaced by new ones. On the surface, they seem to be getting along well, but in reality, there are turbulent undercurrents.

Although the Yan family is a powerful and prestigious clan, it is actually just a branch of the Yan clan.

Their reputation was far inferior to that of the Yan family, the main family located in the port city.

Because the newly emerging powerful forces in Yancheng are united and aggressive, the Yan family is at a disadvantage when it comes to competing with the rising Yan family.

Yanting thought that the metaphysical master was definitely a charlatan, and that her father, being the head of the family, would not believe him.

But she forgot one thing.

Those in higher positions are more likely to believe in this.

Moreover, Yanshan is a Buddhist.

He believed the master's words without a doubt, and not only that, he also specifically asked the master how to solve this problem.

The master only replied with two words: Stay away.

From then on, Yanting clearly felt that her parents' attitude towards her became increasingly perfunctory and indifferent, and sometimes they even ignored her existence at home.

Although she felt a suffocating pain in her heart, she still held onto a sliver of hope.

Perhaps in time, the parents will realize that the master was a fraud.

After all, they were her biological parents.

but……

Not anymore.

The moment someone learns that they are not their parents' biological daughter, even the most independent and strong person will break down.

Moreover, she only learned the truth about this matter the moment the real heiress walked in.

The Yan family brought Miss Xu Rou back without even saying hello.