Does this mean that after being reborn, I have to endure this kind of life for two years?

I'm afraid I'll die of anger before Fu Yanshen takes the initiative to divorce me.

"Have a meal."

A deep, magnetic male voice pulled me back to my senses. Fu Yanshen sat down on the edge of the bed and fed me a spoonful of white porridge.

I rolled my eyes at him. "My dad's gone, stop pretending."

Fu Yanshen scoffed lightly, a cold smile in his eyes, "I don't need to put on an act in front of your father."

He spoke in a disdainful tone, trying to curry favor with my dad.

Thinking back to last time, when he kicked Shen Yu so hard he was impotent, and some big shot protected him, I understand that he really doesn't care about my family anymore.

"Then what are you doing? Go feed your precious little sister, I feel nauseous just looking at you."

I made sarcastic remarks to him.

Fu Yanshen's face darkened, and his deep black eyes stared at me, his gaze filled with complex emotions. I couldn't guess what he was thinking at that moment.

I'm too lazy to bother figuring out what he's thinking.

"If I don't feed you soon, how will you feed me?"

After a moment of silence, the man slowly spoke, uttering words that were worse than those of a beast, in a mocking tone.

He's worse than an animal.

I was so angry that I was about to open the spoon, but he dodged it just in time.

"Your dad's informants are watching. Do you want to drive him crazy?" Fu Yanshen said again, glancing at the outer room of the suite.

The housekeeper was tidying up the sofa, glancing over here every now and then.

I gritted my teeth angrily and reluctantly opened my mouth.

Fu Yanshen smiled, looking very happy, and fed me the food, then gave me another spoonful.

"Have a shrimp dumpling." He picked up another shrimp dumpling with a translucent outer skin and brought it to my mouth.

It's something I've always loved to eat.

Next came the crispy-on-the-outside, chewy-on-the-inside fried cakes. One bite and the sweet red bean paste filled your mouth.

It's also a Beijing snack that I've loved since I was a child.

But how did he, who was so indifferent to me, remember this?