Chen Ruoxin pretended to be surprised and shy. She raised her head and looked at the man. Then, she immediately lowered her head and said softly, "I'm sorry. 1357924? 6810gggggd”
Chen Ruoxin's voice was soft and tender like a young girl's. Her apology was especially pleasing to the ears. The man's eyes instantly lit up.
Jiujiu, who had rushed over after hearing about the steamed bun, was stunned when she saw the man's face.
In her career, there were two men who left the deepest impression on her. One was Ain, her husband, and the other was Murong Zhao, the man who gave her the imprint.
This man just so happened to look exactly like Murong Zhao.
The harsh eyes, the bloodthirsty red on his lips, and the hostility hidden under his smiling eyes. He was almost exactly the same as Murong Zhao.
Jiujiu only felt her body tremble. She subconsciously wanted to leave, but before she could, she was stopped.
Murong Zhao turned his head. The moment he saw Jiujiu, the corner of his mouth curled up. He opened his mouth and said in a cold voice with a hint of imperceptible surprise, "Take her away."
Murong Zhao's bodyguard was shocked to see Murong Zhao, who was originally interested in the young girl sitting on the floor, suddenly change his target. He couldn't help but be shocked. He turned his head to look at Chen Ruoxin and asked, "What about this young lady?"
Murong Zhao lowered his head and glanced at Chen Ruoxin, who was sitting on the floor with a pitiful expression. His good-looking brows furrowed slightly. He snorted and said coldly, "Throw her out. She's a disgrace."
After he finished speaking, he walked straight to his private room.
Chen Ruoxin looked at Murong Zhao in shock. Murong Zhao, who was full of interest towards her just a moment ago, changed his attitude in an instant. Especially when she saw Jiujiu, who made Murong Zhao change his attitude, her face revealed a trace of ferocity.
Jiujiu wanted to leave when Murong Zhao asked his men to stop her. However, Murong Zhao's men were not ordinary people. Now, Jiujiu was completely powerless. She was like a fish on the chopping block. She could only be sent to Murong Zhao's private room with a face full of internal injuries.
The private room was clean and refreshing. There was a fruit platter on the table and a bottle of rose champagne in ice cubes. Seeing Jiujiu enter, Murong Zhao narrowed his eyes and waved at Jiujiu. "Come here."
Looking at Murong Zhao's face, Jiujiu felt a little uneasy. Especially when she thought about how Murong Zhao held her hand and asked her who she was when she died. The uneasiness was especially strong.
Although she tried her best to tell herself that this person was not Murong Zhao but a man who looked exactly like Murong Zhao, she still couldn't overcome the knot in her heart. She couldn't make up her mind to walk over.
Looking at Jiujiu's conflicted and hesitant expression, Murong Zhao's lips curled up. He looked at Jiujiu's eyes, which were so bright that they seemed to reflect light. The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he said, "Empress?"
Jiujiu's body trembled. She raised her head and looked at Murong Zhao. She was determined not to admit it. "Sir, do you know me?"
Seeing Jiujiu refuse to admit it, Murong Zhao narrowed his eyes and a trace of displeasure appeared on his bloodthirsty face. However, when he remembered that the person standing in front of him was Jiujiu, the Jiujiu he had been looking for for a long time, he suppressed his violent emotions and said, "Don't pretend. I know you know me."
Jiujiu: "..."
"Why? Are you afraid?" Murong Zhao took a sip of champagne and looked at Jiujiu. He said methodically, "My Empress."
When the word "Empress" came out, if she was 70% sure before, now it was 100% sure. Jiu Jiu didn't expect that other than Ain, Murong Zhao would also be reincarnated with her. Her expression instantly became subtle.
She wanted to deny it, but when she thought that Murong Zhao already knew about her, she could only purse her lips, lower her head and say, "How do you know it's me?"
Murong Zhao: "My Empress is so beautiful. No matter who it is, I can recognize you at a glance."
Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin. Jiujiu was the only woman in Murong Zhao's heart in his life. Whether it was her beautiful appearance at the beginning or her old appearance with white hair, Murong Zhao felt that she was astonishingly beautiful. Moreover, didn't she realize that she looked 60% similar to her previous appearance?
Hearing Murong Zhao's words, Jiujiu was slightly moved. Looking at Murong Zhao's face, Jiujiu felt quite guilty. Thinking of how she left him at the beginning, she couldn't help but lower her long eyelashes and sigh softly. She said to Murong Zhao, "How did you come here?"
Because she wanted to live, she signed a contract with Jiu Li and had to transmigrate. Ain was bound to her soul, so she had been following her. What about Murong Zhao?
She had never liked him, nor was she bound to him. How could he come here?
Murong Zhao narrowed his eyes, his slender and straight fingers gently pinched the champagne glass, swirling it. When he saw the wine splatter in the glass, his cold thin lips curved slightly, a light flashed in his eyes. He looked at Jiujiu and said, "Empress, why don't you explain to me who you are?"
Murong Zhao's words blocked all the doubts in Jiujiu's heart. Thinking of Murong Zhao's tolerance and kindness to her, Jiujiu was momentarily speechless. Pursing her lips, she thought for a moment and said, "I am Jiujiu."
"Jiujiu?" Murong Zhao's thin lips moved slightly as he repeated Jiujiu's name. Only then did he raise his head to look at Jiujiu.
Jiu Jiu's current body was only in the third year of high school. Her delicate face had a hint of childishness. Looking at Murong Zhao's clear eyes, her pupils were black and white, as if she could see the depths of a person's soul.
Murong Zhao's eyes shook. He got up and walked to Jiujiu's side. He reached out and grabbed Jiujiu's neck. His hand tightened until he felt that Jiujiu was beginning to suffocate. Only then did he let go. Looking at Jiujiu, who was standing at the side coughing violently, he said regretfully, "I really want to kill you."
Jiujiu's eyes instantly widened. She didn't expect Murong Zhao to be so perverted. A trace of panic appeared on her delicate little face as she stammered, "Killing is illegal."
Murong Zhao blew the non-existent dust on his fingers and nodded, "I know, but I just want to kill you, the Empress. That way, you will always be mine."
"Pervert." Jiujiu cursed in her heart, but didn't dare to say it out loud. She was afraid that she would offend Murong Zhao, this pervert, and cause him to do something even crazier.
Taking a deep breath, looking at Murong Zhao's still handsome face, Jiujiu gritted her teeth and said, "Murong Zhao, I admit that I was wrong in the past. But, you and I are already in the past. And those are all in the past. Now, I …"
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