After swapping bodies, I became a domineering CEO in a melodramatic novel.

Chapter 224 See you at the old house tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM.

The two finished their noodles in silence. Yu Yuetong put down her chopsticks and bowl, feeling a little sleepy.

"I want to go upstairs and rest..." she said, rubbing her eyes.

Qin Reng nodded: "Go ahead, and remember to apply medicine to your wound on time."

Yu Yuetong responded and dragged her tired body upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, she saw a new set of pajamas and underwear laid out on the bed, and her face flushed again. This Qin Reng, he really is…too thoughtful!

She changed her clothes and felt much more comfortable. Lying in bed, Yu Yuetong couldn't fall asleep; her mind was a jumbled mess.

What happened today is simply unbelievable. She transmigrated into a book, swapped bodies, bought clothes, bought shoes... it all feels like a dream.

Lost in thought, Yu Yuetong drifted off to sleep.

Downstairs, Qin Reng sat on the sofa, holding a photograph in his hand, examining it closely. The photograph showed Yu Yuetong, wearing a red dress, cutting a cake on her eighteenth birthday. The girl's eyes were curved in a smile, her face radiant, with a huge birthday cake and a large group of cheering guests behind her.

Qin Reng's fingers gently caressed the girl's face in the photo, his gaze complex. He recalled the strange disorientation he felt when he opened his eyes this morning, and the fearful yet stubborn expression on Yu Yuetong's face later on.

"This woman..." he murmured to himself, his voice carrying a tenderness he himself didn't realize, "What on earth is she up to?"

Night had fallen, and the living room was silent. Qin Reng placed the photo back on the coffee table, got up, and walked to the French windows, gazing down at the city's night view. The brightly lit streets meandered like rivers before his eyes, and a few twinkling stars could be faintly seen on the distant horizon.

Just then, a faint thud came from upstairs, like someone rolling off the bed. Qin Reng's heart tightened, and he quickly went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door. By the moonlight, he saw Yu Yuetong wrapped in a blanket, wriggling on the floor like a frightened silkworm.

"Yu Yuetong!" He strode over and bent down to check the situation.

Yu Yuetong groggily opened her eyes and saw Qin Reng's face so close to hers that she almost screamed. She then realized that she had fallen off the bed and was now curled up on the carpet in an extremely disheveled position.

"You... how did you get here?" She rubbed her eyes, her voice heavy with drowsiness and trembling slightly.

Looking at her dazed expression, Qin Reng couldn't help but smile. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling Yu Yuetong, blanket and all, back onto the bed: "You sleep so restlessly, you don't even realize you've fallen off?"

Yu Yuetong then realized how embarrassing her sleeping posture had been. Embarrassed and annoyed, she burrowed under the covers and mumbled, "I...I didn't mean to!"

Qin Reng stood by the bed, looking at the bulging ball of blankets, and chuckled: "Alright, go to sleep. If you fall off again, I'll just throw you on the floor."

The commotion under the covers subsided, and Yu Yuetong lay quietly, but couldn't fall asleep. She remembered when Qin Reng bent down, his nose almost touching her forehead; she remembered his warm breath brushing against her ear; she remembered the hint of mockery in his tone when he said "throw it on the ground."

These minor details made her heartbeat a little erratic. She turned over irritably, her back pressed against the cold wall, her thoughts becoming even more chaotic.

Downstairs, Qin Reng returned to the living room and picked up the photo again. Yu Yuetong in the photo was still smiling, but he suddenly remembered her panicked appearance on the street earlier that day, her ankles chafed by high heels, and the way she stood at the fitting room door, blushing and whispering "too big."

"Heh..." He chuckled softly, put the photo back in his pocket, and turned to walk towards the study.

The study was dimly lit. Qin Reng sat behind his desk, turned on his computer, and began processing the pile of documents. However, for some reason, Yu Yuetong's face kept appearing in his mind.

He rubbed his temples in frustration, closed his laptop, got up and walked to the liquor cabinet, taking out a bottle of whiskey. The glasses clinked crisply, the amber liquid swirling within, reflecting his slightly tired face.

"Damn woman..." He tilted his head back and took a swig of wine. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, but it did nothing to quell the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

Just then, his phone vibrated. Qin Reng picked it up; it was a text message from an unknown number:

See you at the old house tomorrow morning at 9 AM.

He frowned slightly and replied with a "?", but received no reply.

Meanwhile, in Yu Yuetong's room, her phone screen lit up, displaying the same short message. She looked at the words on the screen, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

The old house...the Qin family's old house.

Yu Yuetong recalled Old Madam Qin's harsh face and the words she had spoken earlier that day. It seemed that tomorrow was destined to be anything but peaceful.

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, waking Yu Yuetong precisely on time. She stretched, but froze the next second—the familiar touch of the blankets and the faint scent of whiskey in the air reminded her of one fact: she had switched bodies with Qin Reng again.

"No way... not again?" Yu Yuetong groaned, suddenly sitting up in bed and scratching her hair in frustration. She glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table; it was seven in the morning.

"Thank goodness, there's still plenty of time," she reassured herself, stepping barefoot onto the carpet and searching for her phone.

She found her phone, unlocked the screen, and immediately saw the unread text message she had received the night before.

See you at the old house tomorrow morning at 9 AM.

There was no signature, only a lonely exclamation mark.

Yu Yuetong opened the text message, carefully studying each word, trying to find any clues. The old house…the Qin family's old house? Could it have been sent by Old Madam Qin?

She recalled the look in Old Madam Qin's eyes yesterday, and a chill ran down her spine. That old lady was clearly not a kind person, and obviously didn't like her.

"I'm doomed..." Yu Yuetong sighed, rubbing her temples. It seemed she couldn't avoid this trap today.

Downstairs, Qin Reng had just woken up as well. He habitually reached for his phone and saw the same text message.

"The old house?" he murmured, his brow furrowed.

He felt a strange unease at the unexpected invitation.

The two came downstairs at almost the same time and met at the bottom of the stairs. Yu Yuetong was wearing Qin Reng's pajamas, the loose-fitting clothes hanging loosely on her, revealing her delicate collarbone and fair neck.

Qin Reng's gaze involuntarily fell on her, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.