Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

She was his sweetheart for two lifetimes.

——Title.

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In the clear green water, I felt cold, drowned, and suffocated...

Xin Gan suddenly opened his eyes.

The overwhelming lake water rushed into her eyes...

Why is she in the water?

she is not……

do you died?

Is this hell?

Is this what hell is like?

Xin Gan's thoughts were still on the scene of the car exploding and flames filling the sky, his brain half awake and half confused.

However, the suffocating feeling of the air in the chest being squeezed out bit by bit makes the body produce an instinct for survival.

She was a girl who grew up in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Every summer, it was easy for her to row a small boat, take off her shoes and socks and go into the water to pick lotus pods. Before her brain could react, her body would consciously float to the surface of the water.

At this moment, her feet were tripped by something -

...water ghost???

Xin Gan shuddered, remembering what her grandmother had once told her: people who accidentally drowned in the water would be trapped underwater and become water ghosts, never able to leave.

Unless - a scapegoat is found.

But in a flash, Xin Gan thought again: "She's already dead, so why should I be afraid of water ghosts? Are they all ghosts? Why should they be divided into different levels?"

Thinking of this, Xin Gan plucked up her courage, endured her trembling heartbeat, and tried to break free from the "water ghost" that was tripping her ankle.

The next moment, she saw through the deep blue waters of the quiet abyss, the man who had entangled her in her shattered life, the man she hated and feared so much—

Fu Lang.

The face was slightly different from the one in my memory, with the eyebrows and outlines seeming more immature, but it was definitely him.

He closed his eyes, and from his eyes to his nose to his thin lips and then to his features, there was a sense of wantonness and flamboyance, cold and heartless, but it made the clear lake water rush to kiss his eyebrows...

"Fu Lang, I'm already dead, why don't you let me go?"

Xin Gan's eyes turned slightly red and she bit her lip and thought bitterly.

Her fingertips were cold and trembling.

It was not known whether it was because of the gloomy lake water or because she remembered the man's obsessive and resolute words that he had once whispered in her ear: "Xin Gan, if you die, I will chase you to hell and bring you back..."

He...really caught up with me.

Xin Gan felt depressed and confused, thinking that she would not be at peace even if she died, and that she could not escape Fu Lang's clutches. For a moment, her anger and annoyance overshadowed her long-standing fear of him.

The next second, she made a 'shocking move' -

"Fu Lang, go to hell!"

The girl in the white dress muttered angrily in her heart and kicked the man away.

She surfaced and swam towards the shore without looking back.

Above our heads is the bright and scorching sun, illuminating the entire lake, making it sparkle like sparkling diamonds scattered by fairies on the earth.

Soon, Xin Gan was stunned.

It was winter when she died.

It’s cold. Very cold.

That was the coldest winter in Xin Gan’s memory. Heavy snow covered the entire city. The world was wrapped in silver, and even the ground was covered with a thin layer of white snow.

She was a girl who grew up in the south of the Yangtze River. She was afraid of the cold and would stay in the house all day long in winter and was unwilling to go out.

Fu Lang said, "When I come back, I'll take you to Santorini, okay? It's beautiful and warm there."

She didn't wait for him to come back after all.

now--

Xin Gan looked up at the sky hesitantly. The scorching sun was dazzling, as if it could drive away all the darkness and haze in the world.

It was winter when she died, but now it is summer.

The girl looked around. This was... Biluo Lake in her hometown.

Finally, Xin Gan looked down at her white dress that was soaked by the lake water.

There is also a pair of slender, well-proportioned and beautiful legs under the white skirt.

No longer have to rely on crutches or wheelchairs to walk, healthy legs.

An unbelievable thought suddenly popped up in his mind at the moment of lightning and flint -

She... reborn?

Xin Gan was stunned.

There was only one sentence repeating in my mind:

She was born again.

The girl's eyes were slightly red, and there were traces of tears on her beautiful face, but there was an amazing light shining in her eyes.

She, reborn.

Xin Gan finally remembered that this happened when she was 18 years old, the summer vacation after her college entrance examination. On her way home from dance class, she passed by Biluo Lake and saved a man who fell into the water.

This man was Fu Lang.

From then on, her fate for the next five years was inextricably linked with Fu Lang.

This was the beginning of her nightmare.

It didn't end until the moment she died.

When Xin Gan hated him to death, she blurted out: "Fu Lang, I hate you so much, why don't you just die? If I had known earlier -"

The man looked at her, half smiling, and tightly grasped her thin waist, with a cold and evil aura, "Go on, why don't you continue?"

How dare she?

Fu Lang spoke for her: "If you had known this earlier, you wouldn't have saved me, right?"

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

At that time, Xin Gan wondered how there could be such a bad person in the world.

She really had some negative thoughts:

If I hadn't saved him at the beginning and had never had the initial interaction with Fu Lang, would there have been no entanglement later?

Now, her life is really starting over again.

After his rebirth, Xin Gan had two choices:

Save, or don't save.

She pursed her lips.

Slowly, swim towards the shore.

...

Let him die here.

This terrible thought emerged in Xin Gan's mind.

She felt that even if she was not a devil, she was no different from the devil.

"If you stay with the devil for too long, you will eventually be assimilated."

...

"Puff~"

The little mermaid saved the prince who fell into the water, lost her beautiful long hair and sweet singing voice, endured the excruciating pain of a knife with every step, and finally turned into foam on the sea, which was composed into a sad and moving legend.

Xin Gan is not great. She does not have the Little Mermaid's determination to risk everything and the courage to risk her life. She just can't bear to watch someone die in front of her.

Even though she was so afraid, hated and disgusted with this man, if she asked herself, Xin Gan still couldn't bear to watch him die.

The girl suddenly gritted her teeth, turned around and went back.

No. She wanted to prove him wrong. Even if she had to save him.

She sank into the water.

underwater.

The girl's long black hair rippled in the water, like a beautiful little mermaid. Her slender white arms nimbly and lightly cut through the waves as she swam towards him leisurely.

The deep blue color of the lake bottom, which is close to the dark green, is like a beam of light, illuminating the darkness...

Is it an illusion?

Fu Lang's eyelashes closed slightly.

The body of the man who had been drowning for a long time slowly sank. Xin Gan swam to Fu Lang, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hands to hug his waist.

The man's body temperature passed through his clothes and into his palm. Xin Gan's fingers felt as if they were burned by a scarlet cigarette butt. He subconsciously resisted and couldn't help wanting to pull back.

However, the next moment, her fingertips suddenly paused and tightened again.

She put one hand under the man's arm and hugged him from behind, and with the other hand she gently cut through the light blue, deep and cool water and swam towards the shore.

The weight of an adult man is by no means light. Even with the help of the buoyancy of water, Xin Gan was still exhausted and out of breath when he sent Fu Lang to land.

The girl's white dress was soaked through, and her long black hair, which had never been permed or dyed, hung wetly on her chest. In the light golden sunlight, the water droplets on the ends of her hair sparkled with crystal-like light.

Her fair little face was flushed, her lips were slightly open, and she was breathing slightly rapidly.

"...Fu Lang?" Xin Gan called him.

For a long time, there was no response.

...Could he be dead?

A breeze blew by, lifting her wet dress and long hair, and Xin Gan couldn't help but shiver.

I don’t know if it was because I was scared or because I was cold.

People who have died once have a greater respect for life. Seeing someone die in front of him, Xin Gan probably wouldn't be able to remain calm.

Her mind was in a daze, and she tremblingly stretched out a finger and touched the tip of the man's nose.

There is a faint and lingering breath, which appears and disappears from time to time. It is very weak, but it really exists.

Reminding her that the man was not dead.

Xin Gan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Fu Lang who was drowning and unconscious, she felt mixed emotions, not knowing whether to be sad or happy.

Xin Gan had rarely seen a man like this. He closed his eyes quietly, his eyelashes were long and curled, his nose was high and curved, and his lips were very thin and light in color. He did not look aggressive at all.

But Xin Gan knew that was not the case.

When he opened his eyes, his pupils were as dark as inkstones, as intense as blue flames, and his peach blossom eyes were very bright and hot. His temperament was unruly and a bit wild. When he looked at her, there was a dangerous aura dripping from his eyes to his features...

It was not without reason that Xin Gan was afraid of him.

Now, the man who made her fear, hate and despise was lying here unconscious after drowning. If some emergency measures were not taken, he would die.

Xin Gan clenched his palms, then slowly released them.

Finally, she crossed her hands into a cross and pressed them hard on the man's chest. Following the first aid procedures, she squeezed out the water that had choked into his lungs.

Next, artificial respiration.

Xin Gan hesitated for a moment, then slowly leaned over, and her lips, which were not painted with lipstick but were extremely bright, softly covered his...

While Fu Lang was in a trance, he smelled a unique and strange fragrance, like a small rose blooming in the snow, emitting a faint and alluring cold fragrance.

There was a soft touch on his lips.

Fu Lang thought vaguely.

Damn...soft.

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[Note]: The male protagonist is Fu Lang, Lang (lang, third tone); Lang means beautiful jade.