Jiaojiao, You Don't Want To... [Yandere Reverse Harem Novel]

Chapter 1 (1/2)

Summer always made people restless and irritable. Waves of heat blew the flowers in the garden at the foot of the mountain, making them juicier and more vibrant. The sun, carrying the scent of flowers, baked rows of green trees. A gust of wind blew through, making the leaves rustle, and the roasted fragrance of flowers became unpleasant.

The wind blew all the way up the mountain, creating layers of green waves. The Jiang family's manor was located on the mountainside. The slightly hazy light became dim under the shade, even the wind blowing in through the openwork brass door became old and dark.

The building in the center of the manor was clearly the area with the best lighting, but for some reason, just looking at it made people feel heavy and depressed.

"Rustle..."

Another gust of wind blew past the oak tree in front of the building, the leaves rubbed against each other, casting a sudden shadow on the window of the dressing room on the second floor.

Wen Zhijiao couldn't help but frown slightly. The person styling her hair seemed worried and said, "Miss Wen, are you not satisfied?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at the dressing mirror and carefully checked.

The mottled light of the tree shadow was like a complex veil, falling on Wen Zhijiao's cheek. The stylist looked at the person in the mirror, but first saw a pair of black eyes filled with a hint of melancholy. Then, she saw her beautiful features, delicate eyebrows, moist lips, a pearl butterfly hair clip holding back her black hair on one side, making her pointed chin appear a little thin.

After asking, the stylist felt like she was overstepping. She had been working at the Jiang residence for more than half a year, and she rarely saw Miss Wen smile. Being unhappy was the norm.

"Nothing," Wen Zhijiao turned to look at the stylist behind her and asked, "When is Jiang Yuancheng coming back?"

"Are you missing Mr. Jiang?" The stylist understood and smiled, using a small comb to make Wen Zhijiao's hair on top of her head more fluffy. This action made her raise her pointed chin slightly, and her bright eyes curved a little. The stylist continued, "Butler Zhang said the overseas talks were extended, it might be a few more days."

The melancholy between Wen Zhijiao's eyebrows faded slightly. "Oh, okay. Are you sure he won't be back today?"

"How could he? If Mr. Jiang comes back, Butler Zhang will definitely tell us."

The stylist gently reassured her.

At this moment, she finally sat quietly like a docile doll, letting the stylist dress her up. The stylist picked up cherry-shaped earrings and gently fastened them on her ears, then said, "Miss Wen, don't worry, Mr. Jiang will be back soon."

The worry is that he'll be back soon.

Wen Zhijiao thought.

Without Jiang Yuancheng these past few days, she had been able to live a peaceful life. But the thought of Jiang Yuancheng's return date being uncertain made her restless, and she even started having strange dreams, dreaming about all sorts of messy things, but when she woke up, everything was blank.

Wen Zhijiao was sure it was related to Jiang Yuancheng, her powerful, mentally unstable, lame, and crazy fiancé.

"Miss Wen, how about this necklace?"

The stylist's words interrupted Wen Zhijiao's train of thought.

She didn't look up, just stared at the engagement ring on her finger for a moment, then looked away and simply responded. She then picked up a candied plum from the snack box on the table and put it in her mouth. The sour and salty taste invaded her lips and teeth, and her mood improved slightly. She took out her phone and started reading a novel, the melancholy in her eyes dissipated.

The stylist who was doing her makeup whispered, "Miss Wen, you're so beautiful, why don't you smile more?"

Because I'm afraid I'll regret not smiling enough when the time comes, so I'm saving it, I'll smile when Jiang Yuancheng dies.

Wen Zhijiao thought while chewing on the candied plum, she didn't reply, just continued to look down at her phone.

[Years later, when they met again, he saw her and his eyes turned red.]

Wen Zhijiao scanned the novel quickly, until she finished reading the part where the male and female leads mended their broken relationship, returned to school, and held a wedding from school uniform to wedding dress, she felt completely relaxed. She was about to comment when she saw several WeChat messages pop up.

[AAA Li Jia Harmony Electrical Repair: Hahahaha, I'm here, is this the place? [Picture]]

[Hai Pu You Run Study Abroad Liu Jiaxin: @Wen Zhijiao, are you here?]

[Saving the Moon: She didn't even come to the graduation party, she's already forgotten about us old classmates. [Funny]]

Where did these people get so much to say.

Wen Zhijiao spit out the candied plum and typed slowly.

[Wen Zhijiao: On my way, traffic jam, two more intersections and I'll be there.]

She finished typing and then contacted the driver.

Really, I knew I shouldn't have agreed, but...

Wen Zhijiao clicked on the classmate group list and stared at a certain profile picture for a while. She then raised her hand and carefully looked at her hand.

The wind blew the curtains, and a ray of sunlight broke in, the light passed through her fingers and cast shadows on her face, falling on her seaweed-like thick hair, scattering fine gold. The ring on her finger reflected a cold light, falling below her eyes, like a cold tear.

The servant outside the door gently knocked, signaling that it was time to leave.

"Clang—"

The sound of something falling.

Then, the cabinet door was slammed shut.

Wen Zhijiao hurried out, her skirt swaying with her steps, her curved hair swaying gently with her pace.


The location of the Shengcheng No. 1 High School reunion was a well-known hotel in City A, which was enough to show that the organizer of this reunion had some money. Unfortunately, the private rooms were all booked, so the reunion was held on the third floor lobby, separated by a screen. This was enough to show that these old classmates were not doing so well that the organizer would put more effort into it.

Not many old classmates came to the hotel. After all, Shengcheng was located in City C, but the reunion was held in City A, so only those who studied or worked in City A or the surrounding area were willing to come. Five years had passed, and not many people came, making the reunion a little cold. However, when the conversation turned to Wen Zhijiao, who was late, the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Yu Xiangya was the gossip queen in the class back then. After listening to everyone complain about Wen Zhijiao's big airs, she chimed in, "She transferred to Shengliu, that international high school, after high school. After that, she had no contact with us at all."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, the organizer of this reunion.

In high school, Zhang Xiaoyu was a rich second-generation with a little bit of money at home, but he had chased Wen Zhijiao for a long time. He specially organized this reunion in City A, and there was more to it than met the eye. Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu's face immediately turned bad. "How could that be? We're old classmates, how could Jiaojiao go back on her word?"

"Yo, Brother Yu, you're calling Jiaojiao by her name now?" A skinny guy like a monkey teased, "Back then, you and Wen Zhijiao definitely had something going on, you just kept it from us, right?"

He teased, and the atmosphere really heated up. Everyone started talking at once.

"Don't talk nonsense, Wen Zhijiao's grades, being able to get into an international high school, her boyfriend must have a lot of connections, be careful not to get into trouble."

"It's said that she transferred, but she never posts anything online, who knows if it's just a rumor?"

"That's right, it's been years, all we know is that she's in City A, but we don't know which university she's at or where she works."

Several guys talked about it, their eyes all had a "you know what I mean" look, but they just wouldn't say it directly. They were chatting excitedly when they were interrupted by a soft voice.

"Sorry, I'm late."

For a moment, everyone's chatter stopped, and they all looked over.

Wen Zhijiao stood a few steps away, wearing a light-colored off-the-shoulder long dress, with a plaid blazer over it. Her fluffy curls were fixed on one side, revealing a delicate face with a smile, the ruby earrings on her ears reflected the lights in the hall, exuding an air of luxury. Her gaze didn't look at them, it just circled above their heads before falling, revealing a faint sense of melancholy.