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

Chapter 2 (1/2)

The hotel was eerily quiet. Wen Zhijiao could only feel him tightening his grip on her waist. She still didn't look up, but her mind was in turmoil.

How did he get here?

How long has he been here?

She felt the noise around her fading into the distance, time seemed to have stopped, stretching endlessly. She felt like she was submerged in cold water.

"Jiaojiao, don't be angry! They were just joking with you!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hey? Who is he—"

A few classmates seemed to be chasing after her to explain something. Those voices pulled Wen Zhijiao back to reality, but the next moment, her hand was held by him. His fingers were also cold, a little rough, and he was gently rubbing her knuckles.

Wen Zhijiao tried to pull her hand away, but he held on tighter, his sharp gaze cutting across her face, a slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"Jiaojiao, where's the ring?"

He asked.

The simple question made Wen Zhijiao's heart skip a beat. A sticky, cold sensation crept up her spine. Her lips moved slightly, she forced her facial muscles to form a smile, and looked up at the owner of the voice.

—Jiang Yuancheng.

The first thing she saw were his cold, gloomy gray eyes, followed by his broad and tall figure.

Jiang Yuancheng's face was devoid of any smile, his deep features were as cold and dangerous as a hawk locking onto its prey, his lips and face were pale. Behind him were four or five men, they were a few steps away from him, their postures were respectful, but because they were following him, they looked like a group of bodyguards and thugs.

Wen Zhijiao whispered, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

He lowered his gaze, holding her finger, and repeated, "Where's the ring?"

Wen Zhijiao's eyelashes fluttered, "It's in the restroom. I took it off when I washed my hands because I was afraid of getting it wet, and I forgot to put it back on when I left in a hurry."

She raised her eyes to follow his gaze, and gave a slightly ingratiating smile.

The gloominess on his face dissipated slightly, and his expression softened a little.

Wen Zhijiao breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, she saw Jiang Yuancheng slowly taking something out of his pocket.

Under the light, the facets of the ring's gemstone glittered brilliantly, the luster was beautiful.

"You're mistaken. It's in the dressing room." Jiang Yuancheng stretched out his hand, his fingers intertwined with her hair, he used a very soft, almost coaxing tone, "Jiaojiao, if I hadn't given my approval, this invitation wouldn't have reached you. But I wanted to test you, and you still came."

The smile on Wen Zhijiao's face faded, and she almost wanted to scream.

He knew everything.

Whether it was sneaking to the reunion, secretly taking off the ring, or secretly having some inappropriate thoughts.

Wen Zhijiao turned her head away and didn't speak.

Jiang Yuancheng's sharp eyebrows were suppressed, "You promised me before the engagement that you would be honest with me and wouldn't think about him anymore."

A blush spread across Wen Zhijiao's pale face. "It was clearly you who—"

She immediately stopped speaking, unwilling to mention it again.

But Jiang Yuancheng seemed to dislike her silence, and continued, "You thought you could definitely run away then, that you could just coax me, didn't you?"

His eyebrows contained a hint of sarcasm.

Wen Zhijiao still didn't speak, but the hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist, so much so that her shoulders trembled. Jiang Yuancheng let out a soft chuckle, lowered his head and grabbed her fist, slowly unclenched her hand, then gently put the ring back on her finger. ()

The cold touch of the ring rubbed against her skin, finally locking in place.

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Jiang Yuancheng admired her knuckles for a moment, and a man behind him respectfully handed him the cane that had fallen to the ground.

His left leg had been injured before, although it didn't affect his normal walking, he still walked with a slight limp.

Jiang Yuancheng didn't take it, he just looked down at the woman in his arms.

Her thick black hair fell over her white neck and thin shoulders, her soft and warm body trembled slightly. Even though she was in his arms, it seemed like she was still too cold to bear, her lips were pursed. Her face was pale, but she tried to keep a cold face, but she was still fragile, like she would shatter at the slightest touch.

No matter how many times, she never learned her lesson and showed this vulnerable, helpless look.

No matter how many times I teach her, she still can't learn to be tough, she only knows how to use her little tricks.

Jiang Yuancheng's Adam's apple bobbed, the coldness in his eyebrows was covered with a deeper frost, "Take her back to the car, remember to turn up the temperature."

"Yes, sir."

A man responded.

Jiang Yuancheng nodded, then reached out and took the cane, the soreness in his leg finally eased for a moment. Only when he saw them protecting Wen Zhijiao's figure, taking her away, did he turn around and look at the men who had followed him but remained silent.

A strange smile, like a mockery, appeared on his face. "Are you Jiaojiao's classmates?"

The moment his voice fell, people quickly emerged from the wine table compartments in the hall, separated by screens, curtains, or potted plants.


The night deepened, the moon was still visible, and a continuous drizzle fell.

City A's night was bustling and noisy, with traffic flowing, the CBD was brightly lit, the raindrops glistened on the glittering neon lights, dragging long tails across the car windows.

The heater in the car was turned up high, a faint sandalwood scent permeated the air, but it was steamed in the overheated air, making people feel slightly tipsy.

Wen Zhijiao sat in the back seat, almost unable to help but slightly raise her neck, her crimson lips pursed. She didn't exercise often, she was afraid of both cold and heat, now she was steamed by the faint fragrance, she felt uncomfortable.

She hated Jiang Yuancheng, naturally, even the air with his scent made her nauseous, as if he was now haunting her.

Wen Zhijiao said, "I want to change cars."

She knew that Jiang Yuancheng would never send her back in just this one car. He was ruthless and decisive, and he had many enemies in his career, so whenever he picked her up or sent her back, he would always have one car in front and one car behind to escort her.

The driver said cautiously and respectfully, "Miss Wen, the other cars are usually used by us servants, you wouldn't be used to them."

He spoke very tactfully, but his refusal was clear.

Wen Zhijiao didn't intend to make things difficult for anyone, she just lowered the car window with a bad expression.

The cold raindrops immediately fell into the car through the gap, dissipating some of the overheated air from the air conditioner, and the faint fragrance also dissipated with it.