Reincarnation Of The Businesswoman At School Chapter 1 - Jump into the Sea

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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Far from the coastline, a lavish private cruise ship glided slowly over the ocean waves.

The ocean raged like a ferocious tiger, surging wildly, echoing the storm of emotions inside Tang Aining. Her fury boiled over, fierce as any beast.

Wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, she balanced precariously at the cruise ship's deck edge. Just one step back, and she'd plunge straight into the fathomless sea.

Even worse, gunshot wounds bled from her right shoulder and left thigh. She shook and swayed unsteadily, yet fought desperately to stay upright.

What incredible courage and resolve she showed!

In truth, those two bullets alone wouldn't have left Tang Aining trembling so badly. Earlier drugs had sapped her strength completely.

Without that, they never could have caught her so effortlessly!

A man and a woman led the group facing her down.

The woman wore a white strapless dress, her dark red curls framing heavy makeup that screamed seduction. Her eyes sparkled with delight.

The man, dressed in a crisp white suit, appeared about 30, strikingly handsome.

They stood intimately close in a suggestive pose, exuding decadence.

Seven or eight bodyguards in black suits trailed behind the pair.

Yet the white-suited man radiated icy chill. His sharp, eagle-like gaze locked on Tang Aining right in front of him, handgun trained on her. He poised to fire again.

And those two shots at Tang Aining had come from his gun.

“Why?” Tang Aining gritted out the word through clenched teeth. Her bloodshot eyes burned with boundless rage, agony, remorse, and a flicker of hope. She glared at the intimately close man and woman.

“Why? How amusing,” the woman named Tang Yaxin sneered, laughing as if at some absurd joke. “Tang Aining, you still don't get it, do you? Truth is, Ziyue has always loved me from start to finish. You were just a tool to him. That's why Ziyue refused to sleep with you these past two years!”

“You,” Tang Aining choked out. If looks could kill, Tang Yaxin and Qi Ziyue before her would already lie in shreds.

Tang Yaxin, half-sister to Tang Aining, trailed her by two years.

Ten years back, Tang Yaxin's mother had appeared, driving Tang Aining's mother into a rage-fueled breakdown and a car crash that left her vegetative ever since. Meanwhile, Tang Yaxin and her mistress mother had moved into the family home.

Tang Aining's father had meanwhile abandoned her to a shadowy assassin group for brutal training. Ever since, she'd handled the Tang family's filthiest jobs.

Tang Aining resisted fiercely, but her mother remained her father's hostage. Any defiance meant her mom's death.

Qi Ziyue came from humble roots yet shone brightly. Tang Aining, sharp as ever, had fallen for that two-faced deceiver.

Tang Yaxin ignored Tang Aining's seething completely and pressed on. “Dad knew your mother's death would end his grip on you. So he sent men to hunt you down, hoping to make you fall in love and obey his every whim. But you brushed off all those guys, only to pick my man by sheer chance. I had to let him play along with you for the Tang family's sake!”

As Tang Yaxin spoke, her face twisted in mock distress. Even faked, her allure shone through. Qi Ziyue beside her soothed, “Baby, don't worry. From now on, I'll stick by you, never leaving you alone in bed again.”

“Exactly. Your body and heart are mine alone.” Tang Yaxin cooed playfully, tracing circles on Qi Ziyue’s chest with her finger. Her teasing flirtation aroused him, clouding his focus.

If not for this critical moment, he'd have pinned Tang Yaxin down and ravaged her fiercely.

Tang Aining felt revulsion overpowering her pain at the display.

Without the gun on her, she'd never tolerate such brazen shamelessness in her sight.

“You,” Tang Yaxin's face darkened at Tang Aining’s word, but Qi Ziyue cut in before she could snap back, “Baby, don't get mad. She's finished anyway. Let her spout empty words.”

Tang Yaxin settled at Qi Ziyue’s words. “True. I didn't plan to handle her this soon, but she discovered her mother's death! Still, her bond with her mom runs deep. She even turned on the Tang family—and you—for her sake.”

After pausing briefly, Tang Yaxin went on, “Tang Aining, you've served the Tang family well, so I'll offer two options. First, jump alone. Second...” She smirked slyly, “Second, enjoy my men turning you from girl to woman before you die. Sound good?”

Tang Aining's fists balled tight, her expression souring.

She quit resisting in the end; death was her only path now.

She could wound Tang Yaxin before going, but capture meant endless humiliation and gang rape by the bodyguards—unthinkable torment.

So...

Tang Aining shot a cold sneer at Tang Yaxin and Qi Ziyue. “If I survive, I'll make you pay.”

Her vow hung like a dark curse. Tang Yaxin and Qi Ziyue shivered with sudden dread, as if it might haunt them true one day. But before they could move, Tang Aining leaped into the stormy sea.

Tang Aining's form plunged deeper and deeper. Consciousness faded slowly, until the jade pendant at her chest flared red. Then darkness claimed her fully.

...

City F, a modest third-tier city in the nation.

In an ordinary ward at Central Hospital, four beds stood empty save one against the wall on the right.

A 17- or 18-year-old girl lay there, head swathed in gauze. Her delicate, beautiful features held a grave expression as she stared at the TV news playing.