C2 How Could She be Responsible?

Sheng Yan woke up with a splitting headache, finding herself in an unfamiliar bed. She felt a bit lost. Wasn't she supposed to be dead? Instinctively, she glanced at the back of her hand. There were no terrifying needle marks, no gruesome injuries.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Faang Zheng'an's voice came through, "Yan, can you open the door? I'll take you to see your adoptive mother now."

Faang Zheng'an? Hadn't he died trying to save Sheng Xiaoyun?

Sheng Yan felt a strange sense of disorientation. She picked up her phone to check the time—it was November 2019! So, she hadn't died? She had been reborn! Reborn to the winter ten years ago!

That year, the Sheng family discovered that Sheng Yan had been switched at birth and brought her back into the family. Meanwhile, Sheng Xiaoyun, who had been pampered by the Sheng family for years, turned out to be an imposter.

Faang Zheng'an was utterly devoted to Sheng Xiaoyun, willing to do anything for her. He concocted a devious plan to deceive Sheng Yan, telling her that her adoptive mother was in trouble and needed her help.

After returning to the Sheng family, Sheng Yan had never attended any social events and was completely unfamiliar with that world. Naively, she followed along to a place called Twilight.

Twilight was actually a nightclub. It was notorious in Sifang City for being a seedy place, where the most sordid, dark, and disgusting things happened. The men and women who came here were up to no good!

In her previous life, Faang Zheng'an had taken Sheng Yan to Twilight for an entire night, making sure everyone knew she had been there.

The next day, when the family found her, Sheng Yan was not only slandered by Faang Zheng'an but also labeled by the entire high society as someone who used to work in a nightclub.

This tragic beginning led to a life of humility for Sheng Yan. When Soong Yichen pursued her, she was overwhelmed, loving him deeply but never able to hold her head high in front of him.

Clenching her pale, frail hands, Sheng Yan recalled the unbearable memories of her past life, almost crying out in pain.

Now that she had been given a second chance, she vowed not to repeat the same mistakes and to prevent the tragedies of her past life from happening again.

With her thoughts clear, she heard Faang Zheng'an outside, anxiously calling, "Yan, what's wrong? Open the door!"

She silently locked the door and tied her long hair up high. Using a bedsheet as a makeshift rope, she quickly climbed down from the balcony.

The rope only reached the balcony below. Sheng Yan carefully stepped inside.

As she passed the bathroom, she heard the sound of running water.

The owner of the house must have been taking a shower. Sheng Yan quickened her pace, intending to slip through the living room and escape.

Just as she reached the living room, a tall young man emerged from the bathroom, his fingers adjusting a bathrobe, water still dripping from his hair.

His features were refined, yet he carried an intimidating presence. What a strikingly handsome man!

Their eyes met, and Sheng Yan found herself momentarily dazzled by his good looks.

The young man frowned at the girl who had burst in, clearly displeased. "Who are you?"

His voice had a peculiar rasp, as if he was struggling to control something.

Sheng Yan said, "Sorry, wrong room. I'll leave right away."

As she hurried to the door, ready to open it, a long arm reached around her and pressed against the door.

"You're not going anywhere!"

A chilling aura swept over Sheng Yan.

The man had just come out of the bathroom, and in the dead of winter, had he been taking a cold shower?

Wrapped in his arms, Sheng Yan felt a shiver run through her.

The young man gripped her wrist, his captivating eyes filled with a heavy desire. Yet, his expression was tense, clearly holding back.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?"

In a past life, Sheng Yan had been drugged, and seeing his condition, she knew this wasn't good!

"I'm really sorry, I entered the wrong room by mistake. Please let me go."

The young man held her waist tightly. "Since you're here, there's no need to leave."

His strength was incredible, and no matter how much Sheng Yan struggled, she couldn't break free.

She had clear eyes, and her fresh aura made people feel comfortable and at ease.

The man's scrutinizing gaze swept over Sheng Yan's face, the overwhelming pressure almost suffocating her. Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her.

The cold, soft touch took her by surprise, leaving Sheng Yan completely stunned. In both her past and present lives, she had never been kissed. Now, reborn, her first kiss was stolen by a stranger!

Furious, she opened her mouth and bit him. The man winced in pain, but his grip around her waist only tightened. In the next moment, she was tossed onto the bed.

He pinned her down, his mind seemingly clouded, and in his daze, he murmured, "Remember, my name is Tan Ye. I'll make it up to you."

Tan Ye? The Second Young Master of the Tan family? The same short-lived guy who drained her for years in her past life?

Still in a daze, a wave of pain suddenly coursed through her body as Tan Ye pressed against her. The pain was so intense that her toes curled, and her fingers clawed at his back.

"It hurts! Get off me!"

But no matter how much she cursed or pleaded, Tan Ye wouldn't relent. She didn't know how long the ordeal lasted before Sheng Yan finally passed out.

When Sheng Yan woke up the next day, she was greeted by an enlarged handsome face, scrutinizing her with the most strikingly beautiful eyes. A cold, fierce glint flashed in the man's eyes, startling Sheng Yan so much that she almost screamed. She tried to sit up, but her body felt as if she'd survived a fall from a building; even moving a finger was painful. What a brute!

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