After my rebirth, when I saw Fu Yanshen and Shi Xia being intimate, I still felt a pang of unrequited love for him, as well as a strong possessiveness.

Now, facing him and Shi Jin, I sincerely hope they stay together, truly.

That scumbag Fu Yanshen, please don't come and waste my time anymore.

I leaned against the door, clutching my chest, eyes closed, my mind filled with the hideous scar on his chest. It took a long time before other things took over.

As I passed the dining room on my way back to my bedroom, I noticed breakfast takeout on the table—from a Cantonese teahouse I used to love.

I really wanted to throw it away, but I felt ashamed to waste food.

It's a really frustrating feeling.

If Fu Yanshen had bought me breakfast a long, long time ago, I would have been completely smitten and adored him.

...

After that day, Fu Yanshen remained silent and did not show up for more than a week. After being turned away by me, he must have felt bored and stopped trying to curry favor with me.

I take artists to events every day, help newcomers build connections on film sets, and travel all over the country. I spend most of my time outside of Beijing.

That day, I had just returned to the company from a business trip.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator on the 12th floor, I was greeted by a long-unseen face.

It's Lin Xiao.

He looked hurried, and I immediately guessed it was related to Fu Yanshen.

"Miss Sheng, could you please go home?"

"Home?" I raised an eyebrow.

"This is the house you and President Fu used to live in. President Fu has had a high fever for a week and refuses to cooperate with treatment. He locks himself in your master bedroom every day, has no appetite, and refuses to leave the room. Judging from his appearance, his illness is about to flare up again."

Lin Xiao's heavy tone revealed his worry.

"You've got the wrong person." Don't try that on me again!

I walked around him, feeling disgusted.

"No matter how Miss Shi tries to persuade him, it's no use." Lin Xiao's voice came from behind me.

"Then... I'd better hope your CEO has good luck!" I said without turning my head, and hurried away.

Once bitten by a snake, twice shy.

The feeling of having to muster the courage to set aside dignity and pride, to let myself sink into depravity, to give my heart and soul, only to be ruthlessly trampled upon—even now, thinking about it makes me feel ashamed.

After that, Lin Xiao didn't bother me again.

More than half a month passed, and I returned to Beijing, just in time for Children's Day.

Carrying the gifts I had prepared beforehand, I rushed to a maternity and baby store called "Shepherd Boy".

On Children's Day, the store was bustling with people, and curious babies could be seen sitting in strollers everywhere.

Looking at them, I smiled.

Across the crowd, a poised and capable-looking mature woman walked towards me. "Qiao Qiao!"

She is the store manager, Qin Wei, my "cousin-in-law".

This store was an investment I made with Muye more than a year ago. At that time, Qin Wei was raising two children on her own and had no source of income, so I hired her as the store manager and gave her 20% of the shares.

The children's play area is upstairs, which is convenient for her youngest daughter to play in. She works and takes care of her two children at the same time, and picks up her eldest child from school whenever she has free time. She is living a good life.

"Miaomiao is playing upstairs."

I greeted her and, upon hearing this, quickly went upstairs.

"Auntie—" The three-and-a-half-year-old baby, sitting at the top of the inflatable slide, saw me, spread out his little arms, and slid down from it in a flash.

Its tiny body landed in the ball pit.

I took off my high heels, put on shoe covers, and ran towards her.

Although I am not her biological aunt, we have a very good relationship. The little girl hugged my face and kissed my cheek, drooling all over me.

It smells so milky, it melts my heart.

"Miaomiao, look what your auntie brought you for Children's Day!" I took a plush toy out of the paper bag and handed it to her.

"Melody!" The little boy's eyes lit up.

She hugged the pink and white plush toy to her chest, and I took out a blind box gift bag, which contained members of the Sanrio family that these little girls love right now.

Miaomiao's unpacking of blind boxes attracted envious glances from many little babies. A toddler girl, who was just learning to walk and babbling, walked up to me and fearlessly put her hands on my knees.

A pair of big, dark eyes stared straight at me.

"Mama... Mama..." she called out to me, her pink lips parted, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

I looked closely at the child in front of me, and a wave of emotion welled up in my eyes, my eyes welled up, and I broke down.

If my child were still alive, he would be a little over one year old, right around that time, when he was just learning to babble.

But before I even knew if it was a boy or a girl, it left me...

"Auntie, you're crying. What's wrong?" Miaomiao's concerned voice came from behind.

I sniffed and smiled, "Auntie got sand in her eye..."

"Let me blow on it." My sweet little girl gently blew on my eyelids.

I hugged her energetic little body to warm my cold heart.

...

On Monday, I arrived at the office building right on time, coffee in hand, and joined a group of fast-paced white-collar workers.

Last night I received a last-minute message that today is the first day of the new president's term at the group headquarters, and all management personnel must attend the morning meeting.

Normally, the company is managed by Sister Qiong, the director; I've never seen the president.

Is the company planning to expand?

At nine o'clock, the morning meeting started on time. I opened my notebook, twirled my pen, and waited for the president to appear.

The double doors to the conference room were pushed open from the outside by a man who looked like an assistant. When I looked closer, I saw that it was... Lin Xiao.

A bad feeling welled up inside me.

The man wore a slightly lightweight summer suit that perfectly hugged his impeccable physique.

A well-defined chest, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs—a perfect golden ratio figure.

Looking at that figure, I frowned. Isn't that right?

He used to be very thin.

My gaze moved up two inches, and there was that cold, pale, sculpted face—who else could it be but him?

I looked away in disappointment.

Ye Zhixing also came along; I remember he was the company's behind-the-scenes boss.

"Everyone, this is Fu Yanshen, President Fu, one of the partners of Zhixing Group." Ye Zhixing, sitting in the vice chairman's seat, adjusted his glasses and introduced him to everyone.

"From now on, President Fu will be the CEO of Oriental Entertainment..."

The meeting room erupted in applause.

I was the only one who didn't clap.

The person I least wanted to see suddenly became my boss. We'll be seeing each other all the time from now on, and most importantly, I'm afraid of getting entangled with him again.

I even suspect that he came specifically for me.

Could it have been his idea to acquire Oriental Entertainment two years ago?

They want to promote Muye and recruit me; is that also his arrangement?

I gripped the pen tightly, raised my head, and turned away.

We were separated by half a conference table, and our eyes met across the distance.

The man sat upright, his expression indifferent and aloof. His dark eyes swept over me indifferently, unlike when we met again when he was so possessive that he wanted to draw me into his eyes.