The Villain Just Wants to be a Salted Fish [Transmigrated]

The biting scent of disinfectant clung to the air, mingling with the low hum of distant laughter. Ye Zexi, perched on the toilet in a cubicle, scrolled idly through his phone. He’d barely registered the voices outside until a familiar name snagged his attention.

"Ye Zexi?" Jiang Ran's voice, dripping with disdain, cut through the wall. "Him, as a strong enemy? After all, he is just a rich second generation with a good-looking face, an empty bag."

A chorus of agreement and mocking laughter followed, painting a picture of ridicule that, ironically, stirred a small, private smile on Ye Zexi's face. He was, after all, quite familiar with such scenes, albeit usually from a script.