Chapter 263: Volume 1 Chapter 263: Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (25)

Xiao Li glanced over secretly, trembling as she said, "Sis, I didn't expect He Zong to come too."

He Yin is the one who single-handedly built a business empire, with his holdings covering the globe and topping the world corporate rankings year after year. It's said he reached this height in just five years, earning him the title of business genius among the commercial world—a top-tier figure you'd only see in novels.

Jiang Zhi took a gulp of red wine to bolster her courage and asked 777, "His values haven't dropped, have they?"

777 replied: "Love Points 100, Hatred Value 100."

It has lasted eight years without decreasing at all.

Jiang Zhi couldn't understand: "Then why hasn't he come to take revenge on me?"

777 also didn't understand: "Could he be waiting for you to act?"

Jiang Zhi shook her head: "No, that shouldn't be."

He Yin, whose Hatred Value reached 100 points, is like an invisible bomb; back then she deceived his feelings and set up a trap, beautifying it as repaying kindness, but it was nothing but trampling on his emotions.

She also didn't dare to approach, saying, "Maybe next time."

Anyway, there's no time limit; after she finishes filming, she'll find another time to meet him.

777 glanced over there and said, "I feel if you keep delaying, the villain will end up marrying another woman."

In the entire banquet hall, every single woman stared at the villain, trying every possible way to get close to him.

"Don't indulge in foolish fantasies," Tan Dai said, having somehow walked up beside her, following her gaze to the lounge area with a cold, mocking smile.

Jiang Zhi lifted her wine cup and took another sip, speechlessly saying, "Even if I'm indulging in foolish fantasies, what's it to you?"

Tan Dai was angered again by her, saying, "Look over there—your past ending was just like that!"

In the lounge area.

A female star, holding a wine glass, staggered over, wanting to approach the man resting with his eyes closed on the sofa, but was quickly stopped by a subordinate, who dragged her away without mercy.

Jiang Zhi felt torn, having finished the whole glass of red wine in her hand, yet still unable to calm her nervous feelings.

"Brother Seven, I'm scared."

777 comforted: "Host, don't worry; if the villain hurts you, I'll definitely shield you from pain."

At that moment.

A bespectacled man stepped up to her and said, "Miss Jiang, He Zong wants you to come over."

Before Jiang Zhi could speak, Tan Dai beside her exclaimed in disbelief, "You're sure He Zong called for Jiang Zhi Zhi?"

The bespectacled man: "Yes."

Tan Dai nearly fainted from anger.

Jiang Zhi raised her hand and said, "Wait a moment."

Then she poured herself another cup of red wine, downed it in one gulp, her throat burning, the wine flooding her stomach, and she no longer felt so afraid.

Her steps a little unsteady, she said, "Let's go."

Xiao Li said uneasily, "Sis..."

Jiang Zhi turned to her and said, "Don't be afraid."

Just as Xiao Li let out a breath of relief, Jiang Zhi added, "If I don't come back, call the police right away."

Xiao Li: "……" She sobbed, even more frightened.

Watching her leave with the bespectacled man, Xiao Li hastily called her agent, Lin Sister.

Jiang Zhi's body couldn't handle alcohol; she got drunk after just one cup, so she rarely drank. But just now she downed three glasses, giving her immense courage, making the villain before her look much more pleasing.

"A Yin," she called softly.

He Yin opened his eyes and waved his hand, telling his subordinates to leave.

His voice cold, he said, "What are you calling me?"

Jiang Zhi walked to his side, the slit of her skirt swaying with her steps, her snow‑white long legs faintly visible, the soft light falling on them, especially eye‑catching.

Yet the woman, oblivious, sat on the sofa beneath him, her long legs becoming even more noticeable, her flushed, drunk cheeks blooming with hints of spring.

He Yin frowned, took off his coat, and draped it directly over her legs.

Before he could pull his hand back, the drunken woman wrapped her arms around his neck, her ruby lips slightly parted, exhaling a faint fragrance mixed with alcohol and warmth.

"A Yin, I miss you so much."

Her tender, water‑like voice was tinged with sweet honey.

He Yin's thin lips twitched slightly, laced with sarcasm.

"Liar."

The woman collapsed into his arms, falling into a deep sleep, peaceful and utterly defenseless.

He Yin's dark eyes swelled with an undercurrent, their depths filled with hatred.

He didn't hate her for giving his address to his enemies, nor for painstakingly plotting everything.

He only hated that her professed liking was all fake.

Pursuing him, dating him.

It was nothing but a dream she wove for him.

After waking from the dream, she left his side.

And she told him that she had never liked him from beginning to end.

In his whole life, He Yin's heart held only her, and no one else would ever enter it.

So he struggled desperately, alone trudging through muddy marshes, just to reach her.

This has always been a world of the strong devouring the weak; only with power and status can one obtain everything they desire.

Including her.

He Yin lifted his distinct‑knuckled fingers and brushed them over her face; this visage captivates countless souls, and anyone who merely glances at it shows a greedy expression.

He wanted to make her his own, press her down, force her to cry and shout her own name, even wanted to lock her in a deserted place where only he could see.

Only belonged to him.

He held the woman and got up to leave the banquet hall.

The reporters outside were all taken away by his subordinates.

Over there, Xiao Li had just picked up Sister Lin's call when he heard from the other end say: "Don't worry about it, you come back first."

Xiao Li was so panicked tears came out: "Sister Lin, Sister was taken away by President He, really you won't care? What if Sister is in danger?"

Sister Lin said: "Don't worry, President He knows his limits."

After the call ended, Xiao Li wiped his tear-filled eyes, ran out of the banquet hall, wanting to catch up.

But in the end he only saw the silhouette of the black luxury car leaving.

…

Inside the car.

Before reaching the detached villa, Jiang Zhi woke up, still a bit drunk; after the car stopped, she struggled to push open the door and ran out.

Before she could take two steps, two sturdy bodyguards blocked her path.

Jiang Zhi pointed at them and asked: "Who are you? What do you want?"

He Yin got out of the car, grabbed her wrist in one grip, and strode straight toward the villa.

Jiang Zhi followed behind, stumbling, the soles of her high heels constantly rubbing, the pain gradually sobering her up.

The man pulling her showed no tenderness whatsoever, only stopping when they reached the living-room sofa.

Jiang Zhi's legs went weak, and she fell backward onto the sofa.

Before she could sit up, her vision blurred, and she was pressed down beneath him; a demon-like man pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her eyes and meet his gaze.

"Who am I?"

He gripped hard, her jaw ached, the corners of her eyes reddened with pain, her pupils glistened like spring water as they blinked softly, her raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall across the sofa, a few strands falling onto the carpet along the edge.

"He Yin, let go of me!" she slurred, her voice soft and weak from the alcohol, lacking any force.

After saying that, she snorted and continued: "Are you trying to get revenge on me? As expected, you still like me, He Yin."

He Yin's eyes flashed with bloodshot veins, his dark pupils bursting with a cold, sinister gloom.

Jiang Zhi, relying on her drunkenness, said arrogantly: "No matter how much you like me, I still don't like you."

He Yin's pupil color sank frighteningly: "Then who do you like? Song Ziheng?"