Chapter 1: I Tied Him Up

Warmth, comfort.

The feeling was so incredibly pleasant that An Ran subconsciously rubbed against it. The texture, as warm and smooth as fine silk, provided her with the most wonderful enjoyment.

An Ran let out a sigh that was almost a moan, then rubbed against it again and again, taking a deep, satisfied sniff.

A rich, fragrant scent wafted toward her—wild, noble, and mysterious. An Ran couldn't help but sniff again.

Beneath the rich, heavy fragrance lay a faint, strange, cool scent. It lingered around her nose, elusive and ethereal; whenever she tried to seek it out, it vanished without a trace.

An Ran frowned, persistently searching for that wisp of strange, cool fragrance.

Suddenly, a pair of iron-like arms clamped tightly around her waist, pinning her firmly beneath him, unable to move an inch.

An Ran’s brow furrowed deeper. Her slender legs struggled with force, but the next moment, a pair of even more powerful legs pinned her down completely.

Something was wrong!

With a sudden snap, An Ran opened her eyes. What came into view was a dilapidated, open-air roof; she could even see a spider dangling on its web above her.

Her dark, calm eyes flashed with a hint of confusion.

Where is this?

She turned her head with difficulty, and her gaze shrank violently; her pupils dilated, even becoming somewhat unfocused.

Not far from her, dozens of corpses were scattered on the ground. There were no extra wounds on their bodies, only a thin, fine line of blood across their necks.

A single strike to kill.

What she couldn't understand most was that a man was pressing down on her—a man who smelled very good.

A dilapidated temple, surrounded by dozens of corpses, with a man pressing down on her.

Even for An Ran, the "Ghost Genius" praised by everyone since she was a child, her clever brain couldn't quite process the situation at this moment.

What on earth is going on?

An Ran couldn't figure it out, and she didn't dare to act rashly. Maintaining her current position, she tried hard to turn her head.

She remembered she was going to see a patient, Old Wu, an old man in the late stages of lung cancer. He was basically beyond saving; even if she intervened, she could at most prolong his life by five years.

For those five years, the Wu family was willing to pay one hundred million. For the sake of that one hundred million, she had reluctantly agreed to make a house call.

She got into the Wu family's car, took a short nap, and then, the car accident happened.

Yes, a car accident!

In her half-awake state, she saw a car engulfed in flames hurtling toward them. She was instantly jolted awake, then watched clearly as the car was struck and exploded.

In such a horrific accident, it was absolutely impossible for her to have survived.

An Ran sorted out the cause and effect, and she instantly lost her composure.

As the sole heir of a traditional Chinese medicine family, and as the world-renowned "Ghost Doctor" An Ran, the foundation she had painstakingly built over twenty-plus years of hard work had all said goodbye to her because of a mere one hundred million.

At this moment, An Ran wanted to greet Old Man Wu’s mother.

Her money, her house, her car.

An Ran’s heart was bleeding.

Calm down, calm down.

An Ran comforted herself. At least she had survived. As long as she was alive, there would be money, and there would be houses.

As for the current situation, An Ran didn't care.

Transmigration, or rather, borrowing a corpse to return to life—as long as she was alive, these things didn't matter.

She looked at the dilapidated temple. It was unlikely she was still in China; she must have transmigrated to some other era.

As for who the unlucky soul was whose body she had borrowed, her mind was chaotic, and there were no memories for her to guess from for the time being.

The man was sleeping soundly. An Ran didn't intend to wake him. Her hand traced down to a firm part of his body and pressed heavily onto the *Beixin* acupoint.

"Ugh."

The man let out a muffled groan. It was low and slightly hoarse, but with a slight hook at the end that carried a hint of seduction.

An Ran’s eyes brightened. A great voice, a great physique—even without looking at his face, this was a top-tier man.

After the man’s muffled groan, his body went completely limp. An Ran pushed him away with ease and stretched, but she stopped halfway through.

She looked down at her clothes, which were torn to shreds, faintly revealing her snow-white skin, and was instantly overcome with fury.

She had thought this was a top-tier man, but to be having a field tryst in a ruined temple filled with corpses—wasn't that a bit too unrefined?!

A man’s lack of refinement was a sign of disrespect toward a woman; to put it bluntly, he was treating her as a plaything.

No one had ever dared to treat her, An Ran, as a plaything.

She gathered her tattered clothes, only to find they were beyond saving. An Ran shifted her gaze to the man.

Deep purple cloud-patterned brocade shimmered with a faint silver light under the moonlight, revealing an unparalleled nobility in its understated elegance.

An Ran raised an eyebrow and reached out to strip off his outer robe. Beneath it was an inner garment made of snow-white ice silk. An Ran didn't hesitate for a second and continued stripping.

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out. A jade pendant emitting a soft glow fell from the man’s chest. An Ran’s eyes lit up. She abandoned the half-stripped inner garment and picked up the jade pendant.

As she held the pendant in her hand, the soft glow brightened. She leaned into the moonlight and saw a dragon and a phoenix carved on it, dancing with their necks intertwined—it was extremely beautiful.

Money!

An Ran seemed to see piles of RMB rushing toward her. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and tucked the jade pendant into her bosom.

Consider it a "prostitution fee," An Ran thought, feeling perfectly justified.

"Ugh."

A muffled groan startled An Ran so much she almost jumped. Almost subconsciously, she pressed heavily on his *Beixin* acupoint again. The man struggled a few times, seemingly unwilling, but eventually, he had no choice but to go quiet again.

An Ran patted her chest. An ordinary person would have been knocked out for at least three to five days after being pressed on the *Beixin* acupoint. For this man to be able to wake up in a daze—he was strong!

An Ran didn't dare to dawdle any longer. She quickly stripped off his clothes and put them on herself. Only then did she have the time to see what this unrefined man actually looked like.