'Shen Li'

When the two people with weird relationship went on with their 'miracle-making' within Xiang Linxin's room, the clock just struck 1 AM. The nighttime of that fake world was as cold and dark as the real one. While some people huddled together or hid under their blanket for a bit of warmth, others took advantage of the time to do stuff that should never be brought to light.

At one of the rooms in the Xiang family mansion, two people spoke softly to each other, their voices heavy, as if they were discussing a particularly important thing.

"Bo. I feel uneasy…"

"What's the matter, dear?"

"Liu Jinjing made a will that her daughter will inherit everything she owns, including the whole Liu family, their businesses, and their extensive mines, once she becomes 22."

"I know."

"Bo, it's only two days away."

One of the voices belonged to a woman, the other to a man, both not from young ones.

The place… well, it was the master bedroom of the newlyweds. In the Xiang mansion, there was only one such pair.

The woman who was the bride in the wedding ceremony earlier snuggled into the embrace of her husband and complained in a discontented voice, "Honey. We have waited for so long. That Liu woman has separated us for decades and now, even the wealth which should be her compensation to us, is so hard to get due to Xiang Linxin's existence."

After saying this, she pouted, the gesture strangely not looking so disharmonious with her face despite her being in her early forties. The woman was called Shen Huiqing, the charming mother of Shen Li, and now, officially, the stepmother of Xiang Linxin. The 'Liu Jinjing' whom she mentioned with a voice hinting hate was Xiang Linxin's mom, the one who passed away three months ago.

Seemingly not at all thinking that something was wrong with her words, Madam Shen looked into Xiang Bo's eyes and asked, "What should we do now?"

"That woman has found a helper in the young heir of the Yan family." CEO Xiang frowned.

This was their wedding night, but they were not really youngsters anymore, so his mind was entirely on their honeymoon. He did kiss his new wife though and tightened the embrace.

To reassure her, he said, "But don't worry. I know what to do. Even if Liu Jinjing is already dead, I can't let her off for making me raise a bastard daughter. Now, it's our wedding night and we have plenty of time to think of countermeasure tomorrow."

In another room in the mansion, a woman whose beauty reminded one of a pure white lily, elegantly poured tea for Song Heng. The latter was watching her with tender eyes. The party was now over yet the two still wanted to spend some time with each other.

"Here, you drank quite a lot at the party and you'll be driving later so drink this." After placing the teapot down, the woman carefully pushed the cup towards Song Heng.

There were no others in the room, so the two were a lot bolder in showing affection to each other.

"Thanks. smells good." A corner of the man's lips rose as he met his lover's gaze. It could be seen from his eyes, a great appreciation for Shen Li's concern as he reached for the teacup. "Are you feeling alright now? Your half-sister has thrown a fit a while ago."

She raised her eyes and watched him for a while before she answered. "No need to worry about me, Heng. Linxin has never liked me, so I'm used to it."

"You're too kind," he shook his head. Now that Xiang Linxin and Yan Yongzheng were not within sight, he had returned to normal, with his love and care all reserved for the half-sister.

Even though the expression on Shen Li's face was that of nonchalance, Song Heng still liked it and felt like he could watch it for days without getting tired.

Using his free hand, he pulled the girl closer, gently planting a kiss on her forehead. "I know you don't feel well about it so I hope this can help lighten up your mood."

Since his eyesight was on the top of her head, he didn't see that when the woman in his arms froze, her eyes flashed with disgust.

The man had no idea that the reason Shen Li's body turned stiff was not out of shyness and nervousness.

"H-Heng. Sorry, I need to go to the restroom," she stammered out before pushing him away, trotting away on her white high heels like in a hurry.

The cup of tea in his hands almost spilled from her sudden action. Song Heng was quite dumbfounded as he watched the lovely figure disappear at the doorway.

"Oh. Okay." He could only say. A frown appeared on his face before he turned to his cup and carefully placed it down on the coffee table.

A minute later, the beautiful daughter of the newly-wedded couple appeared before the mirror above the bathroom sink.

'Damn! I feel so disgusted!' 'Shen Li' looked angry even after water got splashed on her face. The woman stared into her reflection and gnashed her teeth.

Song Heng was truly someone cold to everyone else, but sweet to Shen Li. But remembering that just now, it was her who got kissed on the forehead, or at least the one who experienced it in this body, the woman truly felt disgusted.

Why was her reaction like this? Wasn't she supposed to be in an intimate relationship with Song Heng?

Well, in actuality, since a few minutes ago, the one who was in Shen Li's body and had to act elegant and lovely before that man was no longer Shen Li. The woman was Zhang Mei Xing, who had blacked out in a crossroad and then woke up in a different body.

How the hell this all happened? Wasn't she on her way to the convenience store to buy some food?

Don't ask her.

All Zhang Mei Xing knew for sure was that it was the work of something supernatural. And in her person, there was only one such thing, the 'system'.

'It did something without asking my consent again!' This was the other reason why the woman felt like she was suffocating so much.

However, right now, there was a bigger problem for her and that was the reality that she got trapped in Shen Li's body. It was still an issue, even if she no longer considered her stomach that was not complaining of hunger anymore. Of course, she was also relieved that her collapsing in the street was not due to anything threatening to her life. But.

'There are still two days to go, and I have to be 'her' until then?'

After taking a deep breath, she once again splashed water on her face. The delicate makeup was now all gone yet it did little to damage or diminish the beauty of the face reflected in the mirror.

Unfortunately, it was not her real face so Zhang Mei Xing was just really in no position or mood to appreciate it.