Chapter 658: He Yiyi, you don't want to either, do you?
"August 22nd: Heavy rain turning cloudy."
"This morning, there was a sudden thunderstorm. It rained so heavily! Luckily, I brought an umbrella, otherwise I would have been drenched. This thunderstorm came and went quickly, disappearing in less than half an hour."
"When I arrived at the company, Ren Zhacheng, that guy, brought breakfast again. (Facepalm emoji)"
"A few days ago, I asked Ren Zhacheng to help change the water cooler bottle and thanked him. Could it be that Ren Zhacheng thought I was interested in him? He's been bringing me breakfast every day for the past few days. Help, it's so annoying!"
"I've already clearly rejected him, but he still came to bring breakfast this morning. Do I lack those few fried dough sticks and twisted crullers? Seriously, he's not tall or handsome, he doesn't have money, and he's a year younger than me. He completely doesn't meet my criteria for a partner."
"I like tall, handsome, and rich older brothers, the gentle, considerate, and caring type. I definitely don't like someone like Ren Zhacheng, who always secretly peeks at me. He's too creepy."
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, Ren Zhacheng, can you please stop bothering me? I've already made it perfectly clear. I'm already under pressure, having embezzled over a million yuan of public funds, and I still don't know how to make up for it."
"I really shouldn't have been tempted by luxury goods. Envy kills people. If I get found out, will I go to jail?"
"No, I don't want to! I'm only twenty-two, just graduated from university, and haven't even been in a relationship yet. Wuwuwu, who can help me…?"
Ren Zhacheng recalled the contents of He Yiyi's diary, his eyes sweeping over the pure and pretty young woman standing not far from his desk. A fervent, predatory desire burned deep within his gaze, a hunger he no longer felt any need to conceal.
This was the very first entry he had read from He Yiyi's diary—a diary he had obtained last night after a twist of fate so absurd it felt like a dream. He, an ordinary intern, had been hit by a heavy truck and, instead of dying, had awakened with a System.
Yesterday was August 21st. Today was the 22nd.
And just as the diary foretold, a thunderstorm had ripped through the city this morning. It had been a violent, sudden downpour, the heavens opening up as if to pour out a river of soybeans, only to cease just as abruptly, leaving behind a freshly washed sky.
This was no drunken fantasy. This was real. He had truly acquired the Goddess Future Diary System and, with it, the diary itself, a book that chronicled the future.
Reading the contempt He Yiyi held for him would have shattered the old Ren Zhacheng. He would have been heartbroken, his days filled with a gloomy, depressive fog. But the man standing here now was a completely different being. The words that would have once wounded him now fueled a roaring fire of triumph and exhilaration in his chest. A current of pure, unadulterated excitement coursed through his veins, making his heart hammer against his ribs.
He was no longer the pathetic, struggling university intern on the verge of graduation. He was a chosen one, a winner in the game of life, blessed with a System that would catapult him to the pinnacle of existence, a world where countless goddesses would kneel at his feet.
'Who would have guessed?' he thought, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. 'He Yiyi, the office beauty, the untouchable goddess in everyone's eyes, is nothing more than a vain, foolish woman with the guts to embezzle over a million in public funds. But still… it's a pleasant surprise she's never been in a relationship.'
The thought of a beauty of her caliber remaining untouched sent a jolt of raw excitement through him. It was a thrill that went beyond mere lust; it was the possessive glee of a collector finding a pristine, priceless artifact.
It meant He Yiyi was still pure. Innocent. Unclaimed.
And he was determined to be the one to claim her.
After all, he now held the key to her fate, the secret that could utterly destroy her.
Embezzling over a million yuan was a staggering sum. A woman like He Yiyi, from an ordinary background, could never hope to repay it. The crime was severe, the consequences catastrophic. A prison sentence of ten years, maybe more, was almost a certainty. The best years of her youth would be spent rotting in a cell.
'Hehe, He Yiyi,' Ren Zhacheng mused, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her neck. 'With this little secret in my hands, how could you possibly escape my grasp? But don't you worry. I won't let you go to jail. A woman as beautiful as a flower, who has never even known a man's touch… how could I bear to see you thrown into a cage?'
His mind swimming with these dark, possessive thoughts, Ren Zhacheng's expression shifted into one of playful mockery. He strode towards her, his newfound confidence radiating from him like a physical force. He stopped just short of her desk and spoke, his tone not a suggestion, but a command laced with obvious force.
"He Yiyi, come with me," he said, his voice low and firm. "Or bear the consequences."
Without waiting for a reply, Ren Zhacheng turned on his heel and walked away, his back straight and his stride purposeful.
He Yiyi stared after him, her brow furrowed in a mixture of surprise and unease. A prickle of warning, a whisper of female intuition, told her that the Ren Zhacheng of today was dangerously different from the man she had known.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Before, he had been a shadow, always hovering, always attentive, his eyes following her with a fawning deference she found pathetic. He was like a sycophant, desperate for a sliver of her attention. But the man who had just spoken to her was brimming with an almost suffocating confidence, an aggressive assertiveness that bordered on predatory. And he'd threatened her? Told her to bear the consequences?
"Ren Zhacheng must have gone crazy," a female colleague whispered from the adjacent desk, nudging He Yiyi. "Yiyi, just ignore him!"
He Yiyi's expression was hesitant, her mind racing. That cold feeling of dread intensified. Her gut screamed at her that if she didn't follow him, she would regret it for the rest of her life. After a moment of internal debate, she offered a weak excuse to her colleague.
"It's a good chance to make it clear to Ren Zhacheng so he won't bring me breakfast anymore," she said softly, forcing a casual smile. "I'm really not interested in him."
With that, she pushed her chair back, her heart thumping nervously, and followed the path he had taken. She found him waiting in a secluded corner of the corridor, near the emergency exit, where the fluorescent lights cast long, stark shadows.
"Ren Zhacheng, what do you want?" she asked, her voice a little breathless. She tried to sound firm, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hurry up and say it. I have to start work at nine."
At this moment, Ren Zhacheng's expression was exceptionally strange. He looked down at her with an arrogant, overbearing air, a grim and imposing look on his face as if he owned the entire building and was inspecting a flawed piece of his property.
He leaned in, his head getting uncomfortably close. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, catching the delicate, clean fragrance of her shampoo and skin. The scent was intoxicating, a subtle perfume that seemed to confirm her purity.
He pondered with a lecherous thought, 'Is this the legendary virgin's subtle fragrance?'
"Ren Zhacheng, don't go too far," she snapped, taking a sharp step back. Her delicate brows knitted together in disgust and alarm. She clutched her arms tighter, her posture a wall of defiance. "Say what you have to say quickly, or I'm leaving."
Her tone was frigid, her usual gentleness completely gone.
"He Yiyi, you're still a virgin, aren't you?" Ren Zhacheng asked, his lips curling into a playful, flirtatious smile that didn't reach his cold eyes.
"You—what does that have to do with you?" He Yiyi's pure, pretty face instantly became a mask of ice.
Though she was typically mild-mannered, Ren Zhacheng's crude, lewd behavior had completely extinguished any shred of goodwill she might have had. A wave of confusion washed over her. The man who had been a fawning puppy just yesterday had morphed into a ravenous wolf. What had changed?
"Yes, or no?" Ren Zhacheng's playful expression remained, but his tone was now forceful, aggressive, demanding an answer.
"Hmph. I'm not talking to you anymore," she spat, her small face completely chilled. "Don't come looking for me again."
She turned, ready to storm back to the safety of her desk, but in a flash, Ren Zhacheng moved, blocking her path with his body.
"Ren Zhacheng, what are you doing?"
Panic seized her. Her face turned pale with fright. This was a secluded corner of the office corridor, but it was still the company. What was he planning to do in broad daylight?
Ren Zhacheng's smile turned into a cold, chilling smirk. He was done with the games. It was time to spring the trap. He leaned in again, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that slid like ice into her ear.
"He Yiyi, I already know about you embezzling over a million yuan of Ling Group's public funds."
What?
As Ren Zhacheng's words fell, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her from a clear blue sky. The world seemed to stop. The blood drained from He Yiyi's pretty face, leaving it a ghastly, ashen white. A violent tremor ran through her delicate body, and her knees felt like they might give way.
Her worst fear, the nightmare that had haunted her sleep for weeks, had just become a terrifying reality. Someone knew. Someone actually knew about the embezzlement.
Working in the finance department, she had been a rising star, highly regarded by her manager. She was smart, capable, and efficient. But she couldn't resist the poison of greed, the gnawing envy she felt seeing others flaunt their luxury goods. It had started small—a few tens of thousands of yuan—but the hole had grown, spiraling out of control until it became a chasm of over a million.
She had made a grave, irreversible mistake.
There was no turning back now. Coming from an ordinary family, there was no conceivable way she could repay such a sum. For the past few weeks, she had been living on a knife's edge, starting at every shadow, jolted awake from nightmares of police officers breaking down her door and dragging her away in handcuffs.
Staring at the unbridled, triumphant man before her, He Yiyi finally understood. She understood the source of his terrifying new confidence, his forceful arrogance. It wasn't madness. It was leverage. He had seized her fatal weakness, and now her entire world was in his hands.
Seeing He Yiyi's ashen face, the utter devastation in her eyes, Ren Zhacheng became even more certain of the diary's authenticity. A wave of triumphant power washed over him as he savored her terror and uttered the classic, damning line:
"He Yiyi, you wouldn't want the matter of you embezzling public funds to be known, would you?"
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