As the founder and leader of Starshine, Qin Hai had killed people, and the number of IN Organization members who had died at his hands was countless, so he never believed he would be lucky enough to ascend to heaven after death, although those people all deserved it.
Neither heaven nor hell, so where the hell was this place?
Suddenly, Qin Hai's gaze settled on the dressing mirror. It was an oval mirror, framed by brownish-red premium wood, looking very high-end and exquisite.
Qin Hai slowly walked up to the mirror, then suddenly stopped.
The person in the mirror was a man in his twenties, rather handsome and well-built. If you put him in a high-end suit, he would probably pass for a dashing, handsome gentleman.
But to Qin Hai, this person was very strange; he was certain he had never seen him before.
So the question arose: if he was the only one in this bathroom, then who was the person in the mirror?
Was it a ghost encounter?
He lifted his hand, and the person in the mirror also lifted his hand.
He grimaced, and the person in the mirror also grimaced.
What the hell was this?!
Qin Hai stared at the person in the mirror, dumbfounded, completely spartan.
"Damn! When did I turn into this ghastly figure!"
Looking at the unfamiliar man in the mirror, Qin Hai was completely dumbstruck with his extensive knowledge and profound experiences, at a loss for what had happened to himself.
The only certainty was that he was still alive, and moreover, quite well.
Suddenly, a strong sense of dizziness struck, and Qin Hai involuntarily squatted down, supporting himself against the wall.
His head hurt, and it was getting worse. Qin Hai hugged his head and bumped it against the wall a couple of times, still in pain, wishing he could just pry his head open to relieve it.
Fortunately, the severe pain came quickly and left just as fast. A few minutes later, when the pain had completely subsided, Qin Hai was just about to stand up when a flood of strange yet familiar memories washed over him.
He sat on the floor, looking up at the ceiling in astonishment, his mouth opening wider and wider, his expression becoming more rigid and weird.
"Damn, I've actually been reborn!"
It took Qin Hai a good while to recover from the shock, and he realized this astonishing fact.
He had actually been reincarnated into another body, and coincidentally, the original owner of this body was also named Qin Hai.
It turned out that the original owner of this body was just as miserable as Qin Hai had been—both were orphans. The original Qin Hai had a stroke of luck at the age of twenty-four when a super-rich man claimed he and Qin Hai's father were brothers in life and death. Not only did he pull him off a construction site to work at a famous company, but he also promised to marry his precious daughter to him.
But this guy's fate was even more miserable—he not only died at the hands of his fiancée but also died a virgin, never having even touched a woman's hand in his life.
Qin Hai stood there dazed for a while, then suddenly cracked a smile.
Never mind what he had become, at least he was still alive, right? And nobody knew that he, Qin Hai, was still alive in this world.
Which meant, starting from today, he could finally leave behind the miserable life of living on the edge and have an ordinary yet stable life. He might even have a super-rich beauty for a wife.
"Really, these are the good days I never even dreamed of," Qin Hai laughed, carefree and heartless. Then, he glanced at his face in the mirror and suddenly found it much more pleasing to the eye.
At that moment, Qin Hai's ears quickly twitched twice, hearing someone approaching outside the door. Like a conditioned reflex, he quickly slid to the side and hid behind the door. Not long after, the bathroom door indeed cracked open a sliver.
Outside the bathroom, Lin Qingya mustered her courage and pushed open the door slightly, peeking inside. She was immediately shocked; the bathroom floor was bare, and Qin Hai's body had vanished into thin air.
"Could it have undergone a corpse transformation?"
The thought that suddenly popped into her head scared Lin Qingya stiff, and she turned to run, but her feet that had just moved stopped again soon after.
She couldn't run. With He Wei outside, where could she go?
After hesitating for quite a while and drawing on the courage and perseverance she had cultivated over the past two years running Yafang Group, she slowly pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside once more.
It was impossible not to be afraid. Lin Qingya's legs shook uncontrollably, and her heart nearly leaped to her throat.
Hiding behind the door, Qin Hai scrutinized Lin Qingya and thought, setting aside how pretty my fiancée is, just her figure is enough to take one's breath away.
Suddenly, as if guided by a sixth sense, Lin Qingya turned sharply around and stared directly at Qin Hai behind the door. He was startled by her reaction—she was quite alert. He had merely smacked his lips quietly, and she had heard it.
"Hey!"
Since he couldn't hide, he might as well face her.
Qin Hai grinned widely, showing off his white teeth as he laughed innocently at Lin Qingya. To his surprise, faced with his radiant smile, Lin Qingya rolled her eyes and collapsed to the floor.
Qin Hai: "..."
Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Before Lin Qingya hit the floor, he caught the fierce girl and carried her out of the bathroom horizontally, placing her on the couch in the living room.
Brushing aside Lin Qingya's hair, which was softer than damask silk, Qin Hai took a good look at his fiancée for the first time and realized that not only was her figure top-notch, but her looks were absolutely goddess-tier as well.
Peachy cheeks, curved willow eyebrows, and delicate features adorned her fair, soft face, captivating onlookers. Even Qin Hai, who had seen countless breathtaking beauties, was momentarily stupefied.
Fair-skinned and beautiful—she truly was an extraordinary beauty!
Qin Hai's eyes gleamed as his heart overflowed with joy. Not only had he come back from the dead today, but he also gained such a lovely fiancée. It was as if his ancestors' graves had sent up a plume of blue smoke; otherwise, how could such a huge pie have fallen into his lap?
Then, he firmly pressed on Lin Qingya's philtrum.
Before long, Lin Qingya slowly opened her eyes and saw Qin Hai next to the couch. After being stunned for two seconds, she suddenly screamed.
"Ah! Don't come over here, don't come over here! I didn't mean to kill you, I really didn't mean to!"
Lin Qingya thought she was seeing a ghost and was scared out of her wits, almost fainting again. She curled up on the couch corner, trembling.
"Nima, I'm clearly still alive, okay!"
Seeing Lin Qingya's reaction left Qin Hai almost speechless. His cheap wife might be beautiful, but how could she be so silly? He was clearly standing right in front of her, very much alive. Surely, there couldn't be a haunting in broad daylight.
Just then, the villa's front door was kicked open with a bang. A young man strode in and, upon seeing Qingya curled up on the couch, he bellowed, "Qingya, don't be afraid, I'm here to rescue you!"