C4 Chapter 4

After beating him up, she flipped on the light—and there he was: Gu Yanjue, who’d moved in less than two weeks ago.

“What are you doing in my room?” That night, Yang Zimu stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at him. His face was swollen like a balloon.

The balloon-faced man let out a goofy chuckle. “Heh… obviously because I like you, Zimu. I want to sleep with you.”

He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, and Zimu instantly broke out in goosebumps.

And somehow he still acted like the victim. Rubbing his face, sniffling, he whined, “Zimu… you messed up my handsome face. You have to take responsibility…”

“Back off!” Zimu yelped, jumping away from Gu Yanjue’s reaching hand.

Failing to grab onto her, Gu Yanjue flopped onto the floor, sniffling hard. The sight was equal parts terrifying and disgusting. “Zimu… I really do like you!”

“I don’t like you! I like someone else!” With no idea what to do with him, Zimu bolted out of the room and went to sleep next door with Huang Canxin. While she was at it, she told her that “Lionhead” needed to move out tomorrow.

But half a month passed, and Lionhead was still in the rental, jobless, just sitting around staring into space.

If he’d stayed quiet, fine. But over the next few months, Zimu had to stay on guard, never knowing when Gu Yanjue might pop up at her side.

Like this time—she’d picked a spot that was hidden and safe, with barely a soul around.

One last step, and Lionhead ruined everything.

The more Zimu thought about it, the angrier she got. She started by yanking his collar, then ended up twisting his ear as she dragged him along, snapping, “Can you stop following me? Keep it up and I swear I’ll punch you so hard you’ll be brain-dead for real!”

She was done with this lunatic.

“Zimu, you wouldn’t…” Gu Yanjue was about 6'1", while Zimu was only about 5'3"—and without heels, she was nowhere near his height. He crouched as he walked beside her, eyes glittering. “You’ve been totally hypnotized by my devastating good looks. There’s no way you’d actually kick me out…”

Uh…

Bam—

A human lump slammed into the white wall. The moment he hit the floor, a foot came down hard on his back. “Say something that disgusting again, and I’ll cut out your tongue!”

Yang Zimu arched a brow, hands on her hips, looking down at him. Something flickered across her face.

She didn’t know if this was fate playing games—or if, even in a new life, she still couldn’t escape running into people like this.

She’d seen this man’s real face beneath all that scruff. Under that lion’s-mane hair was a strikingly handsome face, sharp and almost unreal, like it had been drawn by an artist. Even a casual glance from him felt like it was calling to your soul, coaxing it into making mistakes.

This lion-haired guy… wasn’t he the spitting image of her greatest enemy from her last life?

As the last princess of a fallen dynasty, she’d grown up on the fringes of society, mastering a near-mythical talent for theft. She’d slipped past every watchful eye and every manhunt—yet somehow, she always ended up in his hands.

And whenever she fell into that man’s grasp, even if she managed to escape, she paid for it like she’d been skinned alive.

In the end, wasn’t it him who’d yanked her back by her hair and slit her throat with one clean cut?

“Zimu… you’re threatening me again!” Gu Yanjue wailed, eyes brimming, smacking both hands against the floor. “If I hadn’t swooped in and saved you just now, you’d already be hauled off by that shady-looking guy!”

“Yeah, right. What part of me looked like I was about to get hauled off?” Yang Zimu stomped down again, drawing an exaggerated shriek from him.

Lion Hair had a point, though. Faced with someone this hopeless, she really couldn’t bring herself to be ruthless—even if he had the exact same face as that man, she still couldn’t do it.