Chapter 4 Rebirth Day 1_1

"Your grandpa."

Ming Ge blurted out without hesitation.

"..."

The dark room fell silent for a moment.

That really was a unique answer.

Ming Ge: She's quite the clever devil.

The next second, the man reached back and choked her neck, his obsidian-black eyes narrowed dangerously.

"If you don't want to die, get off me."

"...I'd want to die to get off."

Get off?

No, she definitely wouldn't.

Ming Ge was like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert, and the man before her was like the only spring water that could save her life.

Ming Ge, burning with delirious desire, bravely raised her hand and patted the man's face, slurring her words, "Come on, give grandpa a smile."

The hand on her throat seemed to tighten in fury.

But who knew, in the blink of an eye, the situation would turn completely upside down—

The girl's strength suddenly became alarmingly great, she caught his hand, and the fate that had been in his grasp was easily broken free from.

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...Pain.

Ming Ge was woken by the System, with only one thought in her head.

Who would have thought on the first day of her rebirth, she'd run into this.

Life, it really is bloody melodramatic.

[Host, if you continue to lament about life, once this man wakes up, your great System assures you, your death will be... quite ugly.] The System gleefully warned her.

It could sense that this man was no ordinary person.

Ming Ge: "..."

[...Do you think you are in a 'Overbearing President Falls in Love with Me' type of scenario?]

The System rolled its eyes, [We are on a self-improvement and level-up journey, please don't indulge in such unrealistic fantasies, get up quickly and pack your bags to escape.]

Ming Ge: "Oh."

So fantasizing is not allowed?

She sighed, resigned to her fate as she got up, supporting her nearly broken body: "Hiss..."

The presidential suite was adorned with heavy European-style luxurious curtains, so dark that not a single ray of light penetrated, indicating that the man had very high requirements for his sleeping environment.

Either he was a chronic insomniac, or he was a fastidious aristocrat.

After picking up the dress scattered under the bed and putting it on, Ming Ge felt a tube of lipstick from her pocket.

Initially heading for the door with the faint light from her phone, she suddenly turned back.

System: [Wait, Host, what are you doing?!]

Ming Ge's lips curved in a mysterious smile, "Leaving a memento."