"Of course, if you don't mind being bothered by him, then disregard what I said."

He added a sarcastic remark, yet remained calm and composed as he cut his steak, exuding an air of aloofness.

I understand what he means. He still remembers the harsh words I deliberately said to him last time, and he's being sarcastic.

"Of course I mind. I've always treated him like my own brother."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yan, who was across from me, paused in his deep-cutting of the steak, looked up at me, and smiled slightly, appearing quite pleased with himself.

"His methods of sowing discord disgust me too. How could he even think of that?" I muttered to myself, taking a sip of lemonade to suppress the nausea I felt from those videos.

However, recently there have been videos online of bloggers using AI technology to "revive" deceased celebrities, and the videos are so realistic that they are almost indistinguishable from reality.

“Sheng Beichen has been researching AI abroad for the past two years. He is an AI technology engineer himself and made his fortune through technology patents.” Fu Yanshen picked up a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth, looked at me, and said calmly.

"Such good skills, why not use them for good things, instead of doing such despicable things?" I frowned in annoyance, recalling what Beichen had said last night.

He clearly wanted to stop me from contacting Fu Yanshen, because he knew that if I contacted him, the misunderstanding would be cleared up.

“Last night, he tried to take you away by force. If I hadn’t stopped him in time, who knows what he might have done to you. Also, the hospital couldn’t find your hospitalization records and medical history. He must have tampered with them…” Fu Yanshen said thoughtfully.

The medical records were tampered with... was it to prevent Fu Yanshen from finding out about my miscarriage, or was there some other purpose?

I couldn't figure it out for a moment, and I just felt heartbroken. What kind of mess is this?

The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I became. I couldn't even eat anymore, so I went to the French windows.

The hotel's rooftop offers a panoramic view.

The setting sun gradually approached the horizon, and the afterglow spread from the horizon, turning the clouds on the horizon a crimson red, while a ray of golden light shone on my face.

My mood brightened considerably. Just then, Fu Yanshen hugged me from behind, his movements gentle.

“I have a large penthouse in No. 7 Courtyard. The security there is top-notch, and it’s close to your company. Why don’t you move there?” he said gently. “I’ll move in too and be your bodyguard, to take care of you.”

This is just going with the flow; she's living with me now.

Cunning dog.

I wanted to argue with him, but my heart was stirred up, and I couldn't help but recall the bittersweet ambiguity we shared under the same roof in London, and the excitement and exhilaration of starting to share a bed after marriage.

I unconsciously hummed in agreement.

He paused slightly behind me, then hugged me tightly, his chest pressed against my back, his thunderous heartbeat shaking my back.

I could feel his excitement and joy at that moment.

Just like me in the past.

...

Fu Yanshen is a man of action; he sent people to help me move that very night.

Courtyard No. 7, a top-tier luxury residential area in western Beijing, is a place where every inch of land is incredibly valuable. It is the residence of the most powerful and wealthy, and is heavily guarded.

This 500-square-meter penthouse is luxuriously decorated and features huge floor-to-ceiling windows that offer panoramic views of the bustling western part of Beijing.

Fu Yanshen was in the master bedroom, helping me pack my clothes. My phone kept ringing with emails, piling up with work messages.

"Fu Yanshen, may I use your computer?"

I called out towards the bedroom.

The man came out a moment later. "Of course, my laptop is in the study."

sure?

"You used to forbid me from touching your computer." I muttered to myself as I watched his tall figure disappear into the distance and followed him to the study.

Fu Yanshen turned to the side, pulled me under his arm, and rubbed my shoulder hard. "It's my fault. I secretly took revenge on the Sheng family before, and I had business secrets hidden on my computer. I was afraid you would find out. When I saw you using my computer, I could only blame you to cover up my guilt."

Listening to his sincere words, I recalled the past, and my nose tingled with emotion. I punched his hard back, walked to the desk, and turned on his laptop.

Without thinking, I entered the password.

"How did you know this password? I was suspicious back then when you stole business data from my computer during our divorce proceedings."

He crossed his arms and stared at me with his deep eyes, as if trying to see right through me.

I felt guilty under his gaze and quickly lowered my head.

Should I tell him that I was reborn and that in my previous life I had a hacker crack my password in order to catch him cheating?

"I asked you this while you were asleep. You answered whatever I asked while you were asleep, you were so good." I quickly came up with an excuse to brush it off.

He didn't seem to have any doubts.

I sat in the chair, replying to emails on his computer, and he told me that "1226" was the anniversary of his mother's death.

His mother was killed in a car accident deliberately staged by someone sent by Ms. Dai.

After escaping the car, Fu Yanshen was chased and killed. At the age of five, he jumped off a bridge. Ms. Dai thought he was surely dead, but to her surprise, he survived.

He also told me that he went to Europe on a business trip two months ago and accidentally reunited with his mother's family. He didn't know that his mother had any relatives still alive.

Their family name is Qiao, they are overseas Chinese, and their maternal grandmother is British.

No wonder Fu Yanshen and his mother both have deep-set European-style eyes, as does his cousin Anna.

After replying to the email, I accidentally discovered that Fu Yanshen's computer photo album was full of screenshots of my sweet daily life on WeChat Moments before I filed for divorce from him. He had actually saved three years' worth of WeChat Moments posts.

[It's the 12th day of Mr. Fu's business trip. I miss him.]

The latest one is this, without a picture.

I was reborn on the 13th day of his two-week business trip. I didn't eat or drink for two days before I recovered. As soon as he returned, I went to his office and asked him for a divorce.

My WeChat Moments over the past three years have been filled with my daily love for him. No wonder his first reaction when he heard I wanted a divorce was that he thought I was throwing a tantrum and complaining that he was neglecting me.

Later, I deliberately made him misunderstand that I posted those posts on WeChat Moments to show off my relationship and provoke my scumbag ex, Shen Yu.

He believed it.

They thought I insisted on marrying him to spite my scumbag ex, and that I was tired of him because I wanted a divorce.

Thinking about how we used to love and hate each other, and how many misunderstandings we had, I felt a lump in my throat.

That bastard! Who told him to die behind my back in his past life, then pretend he fell in love with Shi Xia, forcing me to divorce him and give way to him, and hurting me like that?

Thinking about it this way, I felt much better.

It's all his fault!

I had just stepped out of the study when Fu Yanshen blocked my way.

"Mr. Qiao, are you finally done with work? Let's go to the supermarket and buy some daily necessities." He said, reaching for my hand.

The dog looked so excited.

In the past, I was always the one who excitedly wanted to go grocery shopping with him.

I shook off his hand and acted childishly, "I don't want to go."

Fu Yanshen quickly turned around and hugged me, looking down at me. "Are you angry? Did I do something wrong?"