Five years old.

I suddenly remembered what Shi Jin had said: when Fu Yanshen was five years old, his mother left him and passed away.

At this moment, although he was denying it, I was quite certain that he was talking about himself.

"You, you...it's her! You have the same deep-set eyes as her!" The father's trembling finger pointed at him, and he said in a trembling voice, "You're not dead...you hate me! You infiltrated the Sheng family as a bodyguard, entered Shengshi, all for revenge!"

His words made me sway.

So, Fu Yanshen knew from the beginning that I was impersonating him?

Did he know from the beginning that I was a fake heiress?

Fu Yanshen neither agreed nor disagreed with his "father's" words; he simply scoffed and turned away.

Clearly, he refused to acknowledge the father who had abandoned him and his mother.

"You, you come here!" the "father" on the bed hissed in a low voice. Fu Yanshen didn't even turn his head. He walked past me and left the ward.

Without thinking, I followed him out, "Fu Yanshen!"

I called out to him.

His tall figure stopped abruptly.

I stared blankly at his tall, straight back, unsure of where to begin.

In my past life, I thought he was an ingrate. A bodyguard married me, a rich young lady, and then used me as a stepping stone to climb the social ladder through the Sheng family. After achieving great success, he abandoned me and married his childhood sweetheart.

For the sake of my childhood sweetheart, she forced me to divorce, causing my family to be destroyed.

Only now do I understand that in his past life he was avenging his mother and himself. But why didn't he tell me the truth? Was he deliberately trying to make me hate him? Or was there some other reason?

No wonder he has mental illness and post-traumatic stress disorder; it turns out he was hunted down when he was five years old.

His mother died in a car accident around that time, right?

After a while, Fu Yanshen led the way to the end of the corridor, to the secluded balcony.

There's no one around, so it's convenient to talk.

"What's up?"

Fu Yanshen turned to look at me, his cold gaze revealing a hint of... disdain.

His impatient tone made my heart skip a beat.

“Fu Yanshen, I know, you are Dad’s son.” I said with a frown.

"What do you want to say?" He gave me an arrogant glance.

"You knew from the beginning that I was a fake heiress, someone Ms. Dai found to replace you?" I swallowed hard, looked at him, and asked.

A hint of disdain curled at the corner of his lips. "Yes, Miss."

That address of "Young Miss" was extremely grating to me.

I stared at him with wide eyes, and only then did I belatedly realize that every time he called me "Miss," he was actually mocking me.

He knew I was an imposter who had taken his place and was enjoying his wealth and luxury!

He must look down on me.

But in his past life, he forced me to divorce him and humiliated me by calling me a good-for-nothing, yet he never exposed my true identity. Why was that?

My nose stung, my vision blurred, I turned my face away, blinked, and warm tears involuntarily streamed down my face. "When you agreed to marry me, were you using me for revenge, or did you just use me as a substitute?"

I asked in a hoarse voice.

She turned her head and looked at him again, her eyes filled with sorrow.

Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes, his gaze growing colder and colder.

“Both.” He said coldly.

They both used me and used me as a substitute.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, I deliberately infiltrated the Sheng family as a bodyguard just to get revenge. Do you know why I used to dislike you so much?"

Listening to his words, I remembered how impatient he used to be with me, and I clenched my fists tightly.

In order not to affect the baby in her womb, she tried her best to suppress and control her emotions.

“You, Miss, have been bothering me every day and even kept me in London, which affected my plans. At that time, I really wished that you would be killed by those robbers and thieves, but I was also afraid of losing the opportunity to stay in the Sheng family, so I could only bite the bullet and appease you.”

His words seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and he glared at me with a look of intense hatred.

Although I knew before that he was annoyed by me, it still hurt me to hear him say it out loud. My clinging to him was because I liked him and depended on him, but in his eyes, I was just a nuisance.

I dug my fingertips deep into my palm and clenched my teeth.

"Why are you crying? Feeling wronged? It's Jin'er who's wronged." He impatiently looked away, his tone sarcastic. "It was during that time that Jin'er was imprisoned by Sheng Beichen. If I were in China, she wouldn't have been harmed like that, sold to northern Myanmar, and suffered a fate worse than death."

“She was my lover. To pay for Shi Xia’s heart transplant, she worked as a bartender, which is where Sheng Beichen took a liking to her. That million was a loan she obtained from Sheng Beichen…”

I only realized last night that Shi Jin was really harmed by Bei Chen and Ms. Dai, and that she hadn't lied before.

Shi Jin's hostility towards me stems from the fact that she and Fu Yanshen were originally a couple.

"Tell me yourself, aren't you annoyed?"

Hearing his words, I almost nodded.

From his perspective, he was indeed very frustrated. He infiltrated the Sheng family in order to get revenge, but he was entangled with me, the young lady, and missed his lover.

He should be annoyed with me.

But I had no idea about these things about him.

If I had known, I wouldn't have been so shameless and brazen as to insist on marrying him.

“I’m wronged, I…” I wanted to argue, but I hesitated.

Now that things have come to this, is there any need for me to tell him that I love him deeply but was used by him?

It's unnecessary.

There's no need to tell him that I'm pregnant with our child, and that in a past life, we died together.

Telling him would be more like pestering him relentlessly, begging for mercy.

My pride won't allow me to demean myself any further.

I sniffed, wiped away my tears, and forced a smile at him. "I'm just upset that I can't be a pampered young lady anymore, and being used as a substitute is pretty embarrassing, but we're in the same boat."

I suddenly remembered why he was so furious when I said he was Song Sinan's substitute.

How could he not be angry when a fake said that he, the real young master, was just a substitute?

“No wonder you don’t like my birthday. It turns out, my birthday is yours too…” I blurted out again, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.

How despicable am I, this imposter, in his eyes?

No wonder he doesn't treat me like a human being.

Lock me up and use me as a tool for sexual gratification...

I turned my back to him, took a deep breath, and still felt hurt. He never considered that I was innocent too.

"Goodbye, Fu Yanshen." I turned to look at him and said calmly.

My feud with him across two lifetimes ends here.

The man gave me a cold look and didn't say anything.

They acted superior, as if saying even a single word to me would be an act of condescension.

I turned around, straightened my back, and walked towards the ward in my comfortable sneakers.

Before even entering the ward, I saw a group of doctors in white coats trying to resuscitate "Dad." A nurse nearby said that he suddenly had an irregular heartbeat and difficulty breathing, and they were performing CPR.