Pain.
That was Gu Chen’s only sensation.
His entire skeleton felt like it had been disassembled and reassembled.
“Qin Hongyi… that crazy bitch…”
Gu Chen suddenly tried to sit up, a low growl escaping his throat: “Qin Hongyi, I’m gonna kill you—”
However, what burst out wasn’t his signature deep, smoky voice, but a soft, broken, sweet whimper that could draw out silk.
“Uh…”
Gu Chen froze on the spot.
Whose voice was this?
So cutesy?
He forced himself to open his eyes despite the dizziness.
What met his eyes wasn’t the white walls of a hospital, but a dim, oppressive concrete ceiling, with a cold fragrance permeating the air.
It was the unique scent on that crazy woman Qin Hongyi—one whiff, and he wanted to vomit.
He instinctively raised his hand to press his throbbing temple.
His gaze froze.
Ten slender fingers, skin so white it was translucent, glowing softly under the dim light.
Wrists so thin they seemed like they could snap with a little force.
This wasn’t his hand.
Where had his hands gone—the ones that held golf clubs year-round, signed billion-dollar contracts, with distinct knuckles?
A chill shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
Gu Chen abruptly threw off the silk thin blanket covering him.
No hospital gown.
He was wearing a wine-red silk camisole nightdress.
The fabric clung to his skin, smooth and cool.
And under the nightdress—
The unfamiliar heavy, swollen sensation at his chest, the astonishing curve cinched at his waist, and two overly long legs without any muscle lines…
“What the… international joke…”
Gu Chen stumbled out of bed.
His body was as soft as mud—his feet just touched the ground, knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the long-pile carpet in an extremely shameful pose.
Fuck!
Why couldn’t he muster any strength?
He ignored that, using hands and feet to prop himself against the wall, shuffling to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the room.
He looked up.
The mirror reflected a woman.
Black hair like a waterfall, scattered on snow-white shoulders.
Features exquisite to the extreme, especially those eyes—clearly filled with fear and rage, but the natural crimson at the tail of the eyes turned that anger into something else, a flirtatious allure that made one want to bully her harshly, a seductive resistance.
This was a face that could topple nations and cities, the ceiling of pure desire.
Beautiful to the point of heart-stopping, with innate charm.
Gu Chen’s hand trembled as he touched his face.
The woman in the mirror touched her face too.
He touched downward—Adam’s apple, gone.
Further down…
The symbol that originally belonged to a man, completely gone.
“Ah—!!”
Gu Chen roared in collapse, but the voice was still that soft, tender scold, sounding without any deterrence—instead, like coquettish play in some romantic scenario.
Click.
The sound of the metal door lock turning.
Followed by the sound of high heels touching the ground.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Awake?”
The voice he had hated for ten years, fought for ten years, dreamed of strangling, sounded.
With a morbid pleasure.
Gu Chen turned sharply—because the movement was too hasty, his weak body lost balance again, and he fell to the ground in a mess.
The shoulder strap of the nightdress slipped, exposing a large area of dazzling snow-white.
He could only look up at the woman walking in against the light from the door.
Qin Hongyi.
The infamous crazy female devil in the Beijing circle, the head of the Qin consortium.
She wore a sharply tailored black suit, aura towering, red lips like fire, casually playing with a diamond-studded leather whip in her hand.
“Qin… Hongyi…”
Gu Chen gritted his teeth, trying to crawl up from the ground—like before, pointing at her nose and cursing.
But his current body was too disappointing.
Just a few words, and he was panting heavily, cheeks quickly dyed with an alluring pink, looking just like he had been fiercely loved.
Qin Hongyi looked down at the beauty on the ground, her eyes gradually deepening.
She walked to Gu Chen, squatted down—the cool whip lifted Gu Chen’s chin, forcing him to raise his head.
“Young Master Gu, the surgery was very successful.”
Qin Hongyi’s voice made one’s scalp tingle. “Look at your current appearance, how beautiful. This face—but I spent three hundred million, hired a top team to custom-make it for you.”
Gu Chen trembled uncontrollably.
Not just from anger, but from the body’s instinctive fear.
In front of this woman, this transformed body was instinctively submitting!
“What did you do to me?! I’m Gu Chen! I’m the heir to the Gu family! You crazy woman, I’m going to kill you!”
“Kill me?”
Qin Hongyi seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world—the whip slowly slid down Gu Chen’s slender neck, arousing shivers wherever it passed.
“Gu Chen is already dead.”
She leaned close to Gu Chen’s ear, hot breath spraying on his overly sensitive earlobe, making Gu Chen go soft all over, almost humming out.
“Three days ago, the Gu family prince died in a car accident, burned to ashes along with the car—this news dominated the headlines. Now the one still alive is only my Qin Hongyi’s caged canary, Gu Qingcheng.”
Gu Chen’s pupils shook.
Dead?
The Gu family thought he was dead?
Then wouldn’t that mean no one would come to save him at all?
“No… impossible… you’re lying to me…”
Gu Chen tried to wave away her hand—that soft slap on the back of Qin Hongyi’s hand didn’t even leave a red mark, instead like flirtatious play between lovers.
Qin Hongyi backhanded and grabbed Gu Chen’s slender wrist, fiercely pulling him into her arms.
“Ah!”
Gu Chen exclaimed, his whole body crashing into Qin Hongyi’s embrace.
That cold fragrance instantly enveloped him.
“Let me go! I’m a man!”
Gu Chen struggled desperately, but in front of Qin Hongyi, who practiced martial arts, he was like a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered—that bit of strength was just tickling.
Qin Hongyi single-handedly pinned Gu Chen’s flailing hands, directly raising them over his head, pressing them firmly against the wall.
Kabedon.
Their distance was inches apart, breaths intertwining.
Gu Chen could clearly see in Qin Hongyi’s eyes the reflection of that stunningly beautiful self.
“Young Master Gu, face reality—your era is over.”
Qin Hongyi’s fingers assertively rubbed Gu Chen’s tender red lips, the pad pressing slightly.
“Before, you were the high and mighty young master of the Gu family—it was hard for me to even look at you. Now…”
She chuckled lightly, her finger pressing hard, forcing Gu Chen to open his mouth, revealing the bright red tongue tip.
“You’re just my personal toy.”
The sense of shame completely drowned Gu Chen.
He was Gu Chen!
He was the business genius who dominated the Beijing circle!
Now he was actually pressed under his archenemy, humiliated like a plaything!
“Qin Hongyi… if you have the guts, just kill me…” Gu Chen’s eyes were red, tears swirling in his eyes.
This wasn’t him wanting to cry—it was this body too sensitive, couldn’t stand a bit of grievance!
Seeing that stubborn tear slide down, the madness in Qin Hongyi’s eyes intensified.
She lowered her head, her tongue rolling away that tear—her voice hoarsely terrifying:
“Kill you? How could I bear to.”
“Young Master Gu, the game has just begun. I want to shatter your bones bit by bit, tame you into the most obedient form.”
Click.
The cold metal sensation locked onto Gu Chen’s ankle.
He looked down, saw a thin silver chain—the other end connected to the bed leg.
Qin Hongyi stood up, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, restoring that high and mighty queen posture.
“Adapt well to your new body, Gu Qingcheng. Don’t think about running—this body without special nutrients won’t live past three days.”
After saying that, she turned and left, leaving only a sentence that plunged Gu Chen into an ice cave:
“There’s a banquet tonight—your former fiancée will be there too. As my female companion, perform well, don’t embarrass me.”
The door closed again.
Gu Chen slumped on the ground, looking at the disheveled, flushed strange woman in the mirror, and closed his eyes.
Qin Hongyi…
As long as I, Gu Chen, have a breath left, one day, I’ll make you kneel at my feet begging for mercy.
The basement had no windows—Gu Chen didn’t know how much time had passed.
Every second was torment.
The body’s changes weren’t just external.
This body was simply poisonous.
Not only no strength, but senses were ridiculously sharp—the touch of fabric rubbing against skin was amplified several times.
Dust in the air could choke him into coughing—the worst was…
That damned strange fragrance.
From waking up till now, his body continuously emitted a sweet, cloying scent, like ripe peach mixed with cold plum fragrance.
This smell—even he himself blushed upon smelling it, feeling hot and restless.
“What the hell is this…”
Gu Chen leaned limply against the bed, trying to recap the car accident.
Brake failure, oncoming truck—that was a certain death situation.
Qin Hongyi could fish him out and do this anti-human transformation—this woman’s methods were darker than he imagined.
While pondering, the electronic lock beeped open.