His tone was cold and indifferent.

He got impatient after I held him for so long, and his tone was urging me on.

I curled my lip, straightened up from his embrace, supported myself with both hands, and moved my legs, which were still numb.

Fu Yanshen suddenly pulled away at that moment, his arm breaking free from my grasp. I staggered, the pain of a leg cramp causing me to gasp for breath.

He had already stepped out of the booth and strode towards the bar exit.

His back view was cold and resolute.

He's probably still angry with me because of my previous coldness.

Before, there was a life between us, and I felt a deep-seated coldness towards him.

Now, thinking that he didn't kill my cousin, I feel much more relieved.

However, when I think back to what he said to Shi Xia, I still find it hard to believe.

Why doesn't he love Shi Xia?

Could it be that I was reborn too early, before he fell in love with Shi Xia?

Because I made him discover Shi Xia's affair, he was very disappointed in Shi Xia's actions, and his love for her died in the womb.

If Shi Xia hadn't been the catalyst in this life, would the events of the past life have never happened?

The more I think about it, the more shocked and confused I become.

If this life is truly different from the last, will the outcome of my marriage with Fu Yanshen also be different?

Full of questions, I walked towards the bar's exit.

Just as I reached the door, a gust of wind, carrying raindrops, lashed at me.

It was already late at night, and a torrential downpour had started outside, accompanied by strong winds.

The torrential rain washed over the ground, and water had already accumulated on the road. Raindrops pattered against the ground, splashing up one splash after another.

I walked to the porch at the entrance of the bar and saw a bodyguard holding a black umbrella escorting Fu Yanshen to a Maybach parked on the side of the road.

The bodyguard straightened up, turned around, and saw me.

"Mr. Fu, shall I go pick up Madam?" he asked the man in the car, showing his keen insight.

"Ignore her!"

Fu Yanshen's cold and ruthless voice clearly reached my ears.

My heart skipped a beat, and my nose felt sore.

The bodyguard nodded respectfully and closed the car door for him. A moment later, the Maybach slowly drove into traffic and sped away.

I was left all alone, standing there, stunned.

His lack of love for Shi Xia doesn't mean he has feelings for me.

I pinched my palm hard with my fingertips to suppress the disappointment rising in my heart, and then called a car.

Ever since my last car accident, I've developed a phobia of driving, so tonight I came to the bar in Luo Luo's car.

She had already run away.

The driver said on the phone that due to the short-term heavy rain, several nearby underpasses were flooded, causing serious traffic jams, and it would take at least an hour for him to come and pick me up.

A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered from the cold. I came to the club tonight wearing a short skirt, with my legs bare below the thighs.

I kept stamping my feet to keep warm while waiting for the rideshare driver to accept my order.

It's so late, and it's raining heavily, there's no ride available.

The bar door behind me was closed, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

Just then, a black Maybach slowly pulled up to the side of the road. The dim streetlights illuminated the license plate, which was a familiar one, ending in three consecutive 9s.

It's Fu Yanshen's car.

Didn't he abandon me?

Why did you turn back again?

My heart leaped with joy.

But the car door remained closed, and no one got out of the car; only the headlights were flashing their hazard lights.

They weren't picking me up.

That's true. He said he wouldn't take care of me anymore, so how could he possibly come back to pick me up?

Isn't this contradicting yourself?

A sense of loss overwhelmed me.

I clenched my fists tightly, craned my neck, and scanned the surroundings for a taxi, proudly refusing to even glance at his car.

Just then, the car horn sounded.

I saw a dark blue Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked on the side of the road, and I recognized it immediately as Ji Yan's car.

Without thinking, I covered my head with my bag and ran towards his car.

Ji Yan got out of the car, held an umbrella, walked around the front of the car to greet me, and opened the passenger door for me.

I quickly got into his car.

"Our young lady wouldn't wait for a car in the rain, would she?"

Ji Yan tossed me a towel and teased me in a cheeky tone.

"I didn't bring a driver."

"Isn't that your son-in-law's car in front?" Ji Yan asked doubtfully.

"...No. Let's go!"

"Do you think I'm stupid? You're still making a scene..."

Ji Yan said quietly.

I ignored him.

After a while, he spoke again: "Following me around like this, I really don't understand you married people...it's such a hassle!"

I turned my head to look at the rearview window, but the glass was covered in a curtain of water, making it impossible to see anything.

"He was just going that way."

I replied to Ji Yan indifferently.

I will not be delusional again.

The next day, I rushed to the company to clock in. As soon as I entered the turnstile, I saw my dad being surrounded by a group of senior executives and walking towards the elevator.

Isn't he semi-retired? Why is he at the company?

"Sheng Qiaoqiao!"

I was just about to get into the elevator when my dad called me back.

He called me to a secluded corner where no one was around.

"Dad, what brings you to work?"

"I've called you so many times, why didn't you answer? Fu Yanshen was in a car accident!"

My dad lowered his voice and said something that felt like a hammer blow to my head.

I was completely bewildered.

Fu Yanshen was in a car accident...

"How...how is he?" I asked anxiously.

"What kind of wife are you? Such a big thing has happened and you're still asking me?" my dad retorted.

"I...I don't know...which hospital is he in?!"

"If he goes to the hospital, Shengshi's stock price will plummet tomorrow; that's a trade secret... I heard he's at home, and he asked me to come and chair the meeting in his place. Sheng Qiaoqiao, what are you going to do—"

Before my dad could finish scolding me, I was already jogging towards the company entrance.

Half an hour later, I rushed home and went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

“Fu—”

As soon as I pushed open the door to the master bedroom, a strong smell of tobacco hit my nostrils.

Through the wisps of smoke, one could see a man in a bathrobe sitting on a sofa in front of the French windows. He had a cigarette between his fingers, a white bandage wrapped around his head, and bloodstains on his forehead.

He lowered his head slightly, so his face was not visible.

My heart tightened, I swallowed hard, and walked toward him, holding my breath.

"Fu Yanshen, you..."

When I got to him, I stopped, lowered my head, and called out to him softly.

The man slowly raised his head. His handsome, pale face had dry, cracked lips and a slight blush on his cheeks.

It's impossible to tell how serious the injury is.

However, he was still sitting there, smoking, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

What are you doing here?

The man looked at me coldly with deep eyes, his tone full of disdain, clearly unwilling to see me.

My heart skipped a beat. I gave him a cold glare and turned to leave.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist from behind and pulled hard, causing my body to fall backward.

I gasped, and the next instant, I collapsed onto his lap...