[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-turning-false-into-true":3,"chapter-turning-false-into-true-turning-false-into-true-chapter-9":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Turning False into True",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2258534,4406,"Chapter 9: Chapter Seven","turning-false-into-true-chapter-9",9,"\u003Cp>Bai Ziling lacked her usual sweetness and confidence; even before her three closest friends, she made no effort to hide it—though she had long dreamed of becoming the true CEO’s wife, it seemed… she was not destined to be one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Zhen glanced at Chang Weiwei and Sima Xingchen, then fixed her gaze on Bai Ziling. “Is there anything we can do to help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you perform a heart transplant?” Bai Ziling asked coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about a brain transplant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you can’t help.” Bai Ziling forced out a helpless smile. “Jiang Jie needs a new heart, a new brain—ideally, he should suddenly lose all his memories, and then I could implant him with some beautiful, correct ideas. I wonder if there’s any medicine on the market that causes amnesia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Sima Xingchen cut her off before she could spiral further. “You’d better think of something more practical.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I give up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give up?!” Xia Zhen found it a pity. “Don’t! Will Jiang Jie be colder and more heartless than Lei Hanyu was at first? Look at him now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xia Zhen, not every man can be like Lei Hanyu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziling, you’re the most feminine and ambitious of our four. How much time do you have left?” Chang Weiwei, past her due date, was now living with extreme caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziling, you two spent two full months alone under the same roof—and nothing happened? I just can’t understand it. Is there something wrong with Jiang Jie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He once asked me… if we had sex, would I charge him extra.” Bai Ziling sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slap him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell him to go find someone who sells it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s exactly what I meant!” Bai Ziling felt the coffee in her mouth was especially bitter and hard to swallow. “Sometimes I think he actually feels something for me, but then we immediately argue over the slightest thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fighting is still a kind of communication,” Xia Zhen said immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He even suspects I’m having an affair with my cousin-in-law.” Bai Ziling rested her head on her arms, listless and drained. “What does he even think I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You and Jiang Jie’s cousin?” Chang Weiwei gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he’s jealous…” Sima Xingchen murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s just afraid of losing face,” Bai Ziling sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziling, no matter what his mindset is, as long as he cares, it’s a good sign—at least he’s not indifferent. Sometimes men express their feelings in strange ways. Didn’t I once get thrown out by Lei Hanyu and become a deserted wife?” Xia Zhen blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s because you dared to abort his child!” Sima Xingchen still found it terrifying. “It was a living life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At the time…” Xia Zhen tried to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was wrong, period!” Chang Weiwei joined the others in confronting Xia Zhen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought he didn’t want a child. I was afraid the child would only have a mother to love it—how pitiful would that be!” Xia Zhen had her own reasons and deep reluctance. “You’re not me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! Are you guys really going off-topic like this?” Bai Ziling came to Xia Zhen’s defense. “Don’t worry—I’ll never face this kind of trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Jie is truly hard to read,” Sima Xingchen said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—he never plays by the rules,” Chang Weiwei added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s what makes it a challenge!” Xia Zhen exclaimed enthusiastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling said: “I’m just tired. Maybe I should use this three million to invest in stocks or something—maybe I don’t need a gold-digger husband at all. I can make it on my own!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziling, that’s three million, not thirty million.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s three million New Taiwan Dollars, not three million U.S. dollars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t even afford a Ferrari.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling knew that well—but at least she had three million. After three months, she had at least gained something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziling, you know Qiu Bao—he’s saved a lot of money, and he’s really cool. He doesn’t have a steady girlfriend yet.” Sima Xingchen tried to play matchmaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xingchen, Qiu Bao’s fine, but he always looks like a demon out for blood—I’m scared of him. I can’t believe how you became friends with him?” Bai Ziling marveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve always wondered that too,” Xia Zhen said immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me too!” Chang Weiwei chimed in without delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You always say that once you understand a person’s personality and psychology, there’s nothing you can’t get along with,” Sima Xingchen said, looking at Bai Ziling. “You’ve lived together for two months—have you ever truly understood him? Do you know what’s going on in his mind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I already said I’m tired…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziling, any woman with a bit of ambition would’ve already ‘captured’ Jiang Jie. Don’t be such a loser!” Xia Zhen goaded her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m defeated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve always been so confident in yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are other men,” Bai Ziling pretended not to care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not like you at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not me,” Bai Ziling said, like a defeated rooster, weary and disheartened. “Yesterday I got a call from my sister—she said Mom’s been unwell lately, has no appetite, and keeps complaining of stomach pain. I don’t know if it’s serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then go see her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m afraid if I go home, I won’t come back to Jiang Jie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… really have no hope left?” Chang Weiwei asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Love can’t be forced. Jiang Jie married me only for his grandfather’s inheritance—he has no feelings for me. I’m just a tool he paid for. I’m about to miscarry, you know?” Bai Ziling found it funny. “I’ve never even known what sex feels like, yet I’m already facing the fate of a miscarriage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three women exchanged bitter smiles. Suddenly, Chang Weiwei screamed, “I—I feel my water broke…” Her voice shrilled, excited yet terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do?!” Sima Xingchen and Bai Ziling, inexperienced, panicked. “Should we call an ambulance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First babies don’t come this fast. Call Han Ze first—tell him his little princess is finally ready to meet the world. Grab the big bag Weiwei already packed. I’ll drive—we’ll take Weiwei to the hospital together!” Xia Zhen was glad she hadn’t brought her baby son along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to be a mother…” Chang Weiwei cried and laughed at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t celebrate yet—you’ve got a lot of pain ahead!” Xia Zhen reminded her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Xingchen and Bai Ziling exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think I’ll wait to get pregnant,” Sima Xingchen said, terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t have kids either,” Bai Ziling added, her eyes wide with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… you’re not even close to being ready to have kids!” All three said to Bai Ziling at once: “First get properly married—then worry about it after!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie didn’t know what had happened to Bai Ziling, nor whether she was missing. Should he call the police? It was already past four-thirty in the morning—the sky was nearly light—and Bai Ziling was still nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had checked her room—her mobile phone and designer handbags were there, the quilt was unmade, and on the coffee table sat a half-eaten pack of nutritional biscuits. This wasn’t a sudden disappearance. Besides, she hadn’t received her remaining one and a half million yet—she couldn’t vanish without reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then where was she?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dawn was breaking—where had she been all night?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His uncle had already transferred the five hundred million into his company’s account today, so even if Bai Ziling had run away, it wouldn’t hurt him financially. But why was he still so worried? What had happened to her?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had considered calling his cousin—but if he did, it would mean he didn’t trust Bai Ziling, and the last shred of hope between them would vanish, and his cousin would laugh at him. He couldn’t call…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After meeting Yu Siqi, he had decided to adjust his mindset. But now… he just wanted to strangle Bai Ziling—if she stood before him right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After five a.m., Jiang Jie, sleepless all night, decided to call every hospital’s emergency room. Maybe she’d had an accident? Maybe she was barely clinging to life? Maybe she couldn’t even call for help… He imagined every terrible possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jiang Jie picked up the phone, about to ask the operator for emergency numbers, the front door opened…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling had never been this tired—or this exhilarated. She, Xia Zhen, and Sima Xingchen had stayed with Chang Weiwei through labor. When Weiwei screamed in agony, they joked and teased her, afraid she’d strangle Han Ze—she’d cursed so many times, using words even refined women wouldn’t dare say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they’d endured more than ten hours together, the little princess was finally born—a beautiful baby weighing 3,500 grams. Not only Han Ze and Chang Weiwei wept with joy, but Bai Ziling, Xia Zhen, and Sima Xingchen cried too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, as Bai Ziling watched Jiang Jie picking up the phone to dial, her heart sank—he hadn’t slept?! His expression, as if she were his father’s murderer, terrified her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should she have called back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thinking of it now—seemed too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie put down the phone and walked toward her, step by slow, heavy step—as if deciding how to dispose of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Jie, I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s dawn,” came a chilling, suffocating tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was at the hospital!” she said quickly—she didn’t want to die without knowing why, not with Jiang Jie looking like he wanted to kill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hospital?!” He scrutinized her, head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weiwei gave birth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It wasn’t you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was there to support her through labor!” Bai Ziling didn’t dare argue—she feared he’d tear her apart. She had to speak fast. “First births take longer. I was there with Sima Xingchen and Xia Zhen—we saw the baby with our own eyes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, tell me…” Jiang Jie spoke as if granting her a final moment of peace. “Did Xia Zhen call home to let them know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Sima Xingchen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, her husband came to pick her up. I rode with them…” Bai Ziling tried to explain clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you call?” Jiang Jie asked coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you ever think I might be worried?” he finally exploded. “You could’ve been kidnapped, murdered, in a car accident, seriously injured—maybe lying somewhere unconscious, waiting for rescue!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you didn’t care,” she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—” He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you wouldn’t even notice I was gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—” He still stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’d known you’d worry, I would’ve called back,” Bai Ziling said meekly, like a timid wife—she dared not defy him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m your husband—I have a responsibility—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all fake,” she said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie had originally wanted to beat her up, but now he seemed to have lost both his excuse and his right—she was merely accompanying her best friend through childbirth; she thought he didn’t care, so she didn’t go out of her way to provoke him. How could he blame her? Did he even have the right to accuse her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m exhausted. May I go wash up and sleep?” Bai Ziling asked, looking pitifully vulnerable. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five hundred million… I’ve already received it,” Jiang Jie suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then…” her heart trembled. “Are we ending our marriage early? I don’t care. If you don’t want to pay the remaining one and a half million, I’m fine with that too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pay,” he said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then just give me fifty million.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, I never planned to end our marriage early,” Jiang Jie snapped angrily. “Three months means three months. I won’t let my uncle suspect anything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three months… marriage, pregnancy, miscarriage, divorce,” Bai Ziling said, though exhausted, her mind remained sharp. “Jiang Jie, anyone with normal intelligence will suspect something. Don’t treat everyone like Bai Chi. You’re not the only smart one here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother’s health isn’t good. I want to go back to be with her soon. So if you’ve already gotten your money, then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can go visit your mother, but our agreement stands,” Jiang Jie remained stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this really necessary?” she doubted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because I want to,” he said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Building your happiness on someone else’s pain…” Bai Ziling smiled faintly. “Will you really be happy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying a fine bottle of wine, Jiang Jie appeared unannounced at Di Zhiwei’s door. He waved the bottle at his cousin who opened it, his expression slightly apologetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any beauties inside? Didn’t I interrupt anything?” Jiang Jie stood at the threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only a lonely man,” Di Zhiwei replied with humor. “Right here in front of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lonely? You?” Jiang Jie sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin, everyone feels lonely sometimes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you’re not an ordinary man—you’re a playboy, a life enthusiast,” Jiang Jie stepped inside, his mood far from good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Di Zhiwei could see it clearly: his cousin had lost his usual composure. Jiang Jie was now agitated, disoriented, and prone to unprovoked anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiwei, drink with me!” Jiang Jie demanded authoritatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drinking harms the liver.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not drinking harms the heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin, do you actually feel heartbroken right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie of course wouldn’t admit it. He walked straight to Di Zhiwei’s glass cabinet, took out two glasses, placed the bottle on the table, uncapped it, poured each glass nine-tenths full, handed one to his cousin, and kept the other for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bottoms up!” Jiang Jie declared with a hearty spirit, then drained his glass in one go, as if he wouldn’t stop until it was finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Di Zhiwei didn’t follow suit. He set his glass down. He never drank “miserable wine,” and he had no intention of breaking that habit now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiwei, if you don’t drink, you’re a puppy,” Jiang Jie goaded his cousin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin, has it really come to this?” Di Zhiwei smiled smugly. “Am I really such a threat to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Di Zhiwei, I’m not worried about you,” Jiang Jie suddenly smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m worried about myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yourself?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve received the five hundred million from my uncle,” Jiang Jie said, considering this the key point. Logically, he could now be rid of Bai Ziling—even before the three months were up. He’d gotten what he wanted; keeping her served no purpose. But… yet he couldn’t make up his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Bai Ziling is free now?” Di Zhiwei smiled too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiwei, are you serious, or are you just teasing me?” Jiang Jie was deeply annoyed. “Do you really want Bai Ziling? I admit she’s beautiful and has personality, but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not just beautiful and with personality,” Di Zhiwei grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How big do you think your chances are?” Jiang Jie poured himself another glass, didn’t drink it yet, and paced the living room, restless. “Zhiwei, Bai Ziling isn’t easy to win over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin, is that ‘experience talking’?” Di Zhiwei mocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s still my wife!” Jiang Jie emphasized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not for long—you don’t need her anymore, do you?” Di Zhiwei sat back comfortably, feet propped on a chair. “Cousin, when it’s time to let her go, you must let her go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie downed another glass in one gulp, then glared at him. “What if I refuse to let her go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You made a pact with her—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pacts can change. As long as I don’t sign the divorce papers, she’s still my wife,” Jiang Jie said stubbornly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin… have you fallen for Bai Ziling?” Di Zhiwei probed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe in love,” Jiang Jie snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what is this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I enjoy it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not a god or a deity, cousin. You have to consider others’ feelings,” Di Zhiwei’s gaze grew colder. “If you don’t love her, then set her free. Let someone who wants to love her do so. After all, she owes you nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie knew that—but why did the thought of divorcing her make him so pained, so unwilling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin, I know you’re furious at Yu Siqi for choosing Chen Shi back then. You couldn’t understand how an orphan painter could steal the princess everyone adored from you. So you came to hate women, refused to understand them. But Bai Ziling is different. In two months, she’s troubled you, she’s entered your heart. That’s why you’re lost, why you have no idea what to do with her.” Di Zhiwei’s analysis was 100% accurate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A few days ago… I went to see Yu Siqi,” Jiang Jie said, pouring himself another full glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did she look?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really happy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m certain it was genuine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin, doesn’t that give you any insight?” Di Zhiwei hoped to awaken him. “Yu Siqi believed Chen Shi suited her better, so she chose him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think Bai Ziling is the same as Yu Siqi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. I only know Bai Ziling believes she won’t find happiness with you,” Di Zhiwei admitted honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She told you that?!” Jiang Jie’s eyes tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She gave me that impression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So she’s already thinking of you as her ‘successor,’” Jiang Jie drank another glass, emptying it. “She wastes no time at all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She didn’t mean it that way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So all she wants from me now is freedom?” Jiang Jie was slightly drunk, his mood worsening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin, you’re determined to twist her intentions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She wants freedom? Then she’ll pay a price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still owe her one and a half million!” Di Zhiwei protested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who owes whom…” Jiang Jie burped. “It’s hard to tell anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-asleep and drifting toward dreams, Bai Ziling was jolted awake by frantic knocking. She glanced at the bedside clock, then out the window—it was deep night. What did Jiang Jie mean by this? Disturbing her sleep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angry, she got out of bed and yanked the door open. He’d better have a good reason…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there a fire?” Bai Ziling snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie merely squinted at her, reeking of alcohol, radiating danger and wildness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling felt a flicker of panic, fear, confusion—but she faced him calmly. After all, Jiang Jie had always been a gentleman; he’d never once been disrespectful. Though he smelled of liquor, she trusted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” she asked, composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have something for you,” he said, voice hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? It’s the middle of the night—can’t it wait until morning—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie handed her a check, watching her reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling stared at the check: one and a half million. He’d paid her final installment. So now? “Jiang Jie, this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Final payment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know. Do you want me to leave right now?” she asked, sorrowful. She’d stayed over two months. This man… she wanted him but couldn’t have him. Saying she could leave gracefully was a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie pushed the door open slightly and stepped into her room. “You can leave tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow…” She bit her lip, refusing to say more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have one request,” Jiang Jie looked at her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Request?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?” Bai Ziling asked, startled and angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” She hadn’t been wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t force you. I won’t use strength,” he said, though drunk, his reason and humanity still intact. “I want you to give yourself willingly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re dreaming!” She threw the check at him. “I don’t need this payment. I’m leaving now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Jie gripped her shoulders, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Just one night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to hell—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That night you had the nightmare… I held you to sleep. You slept so deeply, so peacefully. I never thought I could hold a woman’s body so purely without making love to her. You trusted me so completely, so easily, giving yourself to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was just…” She couldn’t justify it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… have feelings for me,” he smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not stupid enough to…” She denied it. She wouldn’t give him the chance to hurt her. “Jiang Jie, you’re a man without a heart. I only wanted to earn these three million!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, I can give you more—if you…” His eyes burned with desire. His hands, once gripping her shoulders, now moved to her neck, massaging gently, as if trying to ease her tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you—I don’t ‘sell’ myself!” Her voice held no anger now, only fragility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t have to ‘sell.’ You just give yourself to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want this…” she said to him as if pouting. “You don’t feel anything for me—you only want to be my first man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m your husband.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fake husband!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let me become your real husband,” he coaxed her. “Bai Ziling, at least I’m honest with you. I’ve made the situation clear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling wavered slightly. “And tomorrow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you give yourself to me, tomorrow you can walk out with a check. Otherwise, we’ll just keep dragging this out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No breakdown, no tears—only tears welling in Bai Ziling’s eyes. This man was honest with her: he wanted only her virginity. At dawn… she could leave with the check, a month early. In just over two months, she had earned three million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you trying to go home and be with your mother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Jie, you’ve even found me an excuse.” Bai Ziling smiled bitterly, her eyes cold as ice. “I don’t know how many more men I’ll meet in the future, but I’m certain you’re the coldest, cruelest, most heartless one of them all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie offered no retort or reply. He simply stared at her, his expression one of absolute certainty—he wanted this girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One night!” she suddenly demanded harshly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just one night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! I’ll give it to you!” she said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling…” he was truly worn down by her blunt honesty. “Are you sure?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If not you, then someone else. I can’t be a virgin my whole life.” She removed his hand from her neck. “Where do we start? What should I do first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie said nothing. He simply began to remove his suit jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So undressing comes first?” Bai Ziling didn’t hesitate or falter—she stripped off her nightgown. Since she never wore underwear to sleep, she was now bare except for a single pair of panties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie’s eyes locked onto her, wide and fixed, yet he made no further move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What next?” she asked, humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get on the bed,” he ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling obeyed—but she threw out one last words: “I will hate you until I die.”\u003C\u002Fp>",3653,"2026-06-19T14:40:28.152Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","976e2645861bf44c9fcb10d4e7b2612735ed5913c5fb790851b03be5b4924d9e","turning-false-into-true-chapter-10","turning-false-into-true-chapter-8",29,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fturning-false-into-true-cover.jpg"]