"We've arrived, get off the bus."

When I arrived at the entrance of the Shen family villa, everyone seemed to be asleep, except for one person who had left a light on at the door.

But Shen Beitang didn't rush to get out of the car. She turned her head to look at Gu Zhun, her eyes filled with sadness.

"You must have felt terrible yesterday."

"Um?"

Shen Beitang's abrupt remark caught Gu Zhun off guard. What was wrong with this woman today?

He usually keeps his distance from me, so why is he acting all sentimental in front of me today?

“I saw it all.” Shen Beitang paused. “In the ancestral hall, on your mother’s memorial tablet.”

"You mean that? I'm already used to it."

Gu Zhun realized that Shen Beitang must have seen the date on the memorial tablet.

Yesterday was the anniversary of Lin Shuang's death. He always turns off his phone and shuts himself off from the world on that day.

This was a rare moment of time that was entirely his own.

"Also, thank you for coming all this way to help me today."

Shen Beitang felt guilty. She had thought that Gu Zhun was deliberately ignoring her messages, but he still came to her side as soon as possible today.

Her heart was conflicted and contradictory; all her knowledge told her so.

Gu Zhun is a paranoid and selfish madman, and that's what she keeps convincing herself.

But the Gu Zhun we see today, beneath his cold exterior, is warm, like the winter sun—cold on the outside, but warm in its light.

"I also have my own purpose. The first is to let everyone in Anshi know that I have taken over the Shen family's project, so that no one else can interfere."

Secondly, it's time-consuming and laborious for the paparazzi to take photos repeatedly; it's better to use the hype surrounding Shan Chengming's engagement party to get it all done in one go.

Shen Beitang's lips twitched upon hearing this; it turned out he was the one who was constantly moved.

In fact, Gu Zhun had already made his plans in full swing...

"Hehe, President Gu is truly farsighted, a reincarnation of Zhuge Liang!" Shen Beitang exclaimed.

[I finally felt even the slightest bit of sympathy for Gu Zhun, and it all vanished. Is Gu Zhun allergic to romance?]

Is it romantic?

Shen Beitang still believes in that stuff; he's incredibly naive.

"Come here." Gu Zhun beckoned to her.

Shen Beitang was puzzled, but still obediently followed. "Is there something you need?"

Gu Zhun bent down, covered Shen Beitang's eyes with his hand, and gave her an unexpected kiss on the corner of her mouth.

It felt like a whole white rabbit meat melting in your mouth in an instant.

Goodnight, my darling.

"you!"

Shen Beitang opened her mouth, and the kiss spread from the corner of her lips into her mouth, so sweet that she immediately closed her lips again.

She could only glare at him, as if questioning: What do you mean?

Gu Zhun shrugged innocently, "Isn't this romantic?"

How shameless!

Shen Beitang couldn't understand how a major villain could pretend to be the male lead and say such embarrassing lines.

But paired with that face, it's simply irresistible.

Shen Beitang closed his eyes and calmed himself for a while. He picked up all the things Aunt Lin had given him, turned around gracefully, and didn't give Gu Zhun any chance to help.

Gu Zhun leaned against the car door, watching the lights in the villa gradually illuminate upwards until the lights came on in the south-facing room on the second floor.

Gu Zhuncai got into the car, ready to leave.

Shen Beitang, oh Shen Beitang…

Gu Zhun didn't know whether to praise himself for his good judgment or not.

Why did I choose such a troublesome ancestor?

——

"Shen Beitang, aren't you so arrogant? Today I'll make you die right here!"

Her whole body was immersed in the icy water, and mouthfuls of the earthy lake water were poured into his and her mouth.

One hand held her hair tightly, and whenever she was about to stop breathing, that hand would mercifully pull her back up.

"How does it feel to be controlled? Not a pleasant experience, is it?"

With her eyes fogged up by water, Shen Beitang tried hard to open them, but could only see a misty fog.

The scent of datura in the air was so cloying it made me feel uneasy...

There was another voice inside, struggling to break free of its shell.

"Help me, help me, Shen Beitang, kill her!"

It's that dream again.

Every time Shen Beitang finished having this dream, he felt a lingering sensation of suffocation in his mouth and nose, which was extremely dry.

In the dream, the woman was drowned, and then she was made to avenge herself.

It seems that if I don't avenge the woman in my dream, this dream will continue to haunt me.

Because of this, Shen Beitang has never taken a bath since she transmigrated, and she has only taken a shower every time. She is almost bursting with pent-up desire.

"Tangtang, are you ready?"

Ms. Zhou always manages to call out to her precisely when she gets up, preventing her from falling back onto the bed.

"Mom, I'm coming down now."

"Yes, that's more like a student."

She wore a light gray sweatshirt, simple white straight-leg jeans, and matching sneakers, with her hair casually pulled back and pinned up.

"Student? I'm a social elite now."

Shen Beitang looked at his outfit and wondered if he had dressed too casually.

Today she had planned to go to the company to follow up on the project she was working on with Gu Zhun; it really was time to be a bit more formal.

"I'm going upstairs to change my clothes."

"etc."

Ms. Zhou grabbed Shen Beitang, who was about to go upstairs, and placed the schoolbag on the sofa in her hand.

"Why change your clothes? Wear your old weird clothes to school. Just wear this."

Shen Beitang's mind went blank for a moment; the original book didn't mention that she was still in school.

She's already 22, did she have to repeat a year in college? How embarrassing!

"Mom, I've been held back a grade?"

“If you don’t go to school soon, you’ll really have to repeat a year. You worked so hard to get into graduate school, so you’d better study hard.”

Ms. Zhou placed the student card in her hand.

Shen Beitang, second-year graduate student, Department of Economics and Management, Anhui University.

Anhui University is one of the top universities in the country. How could Shen Beitang, a person whose mind is only focused on Shan Chengming, get in?

"Mom, you didn't buy this, did you?" Shen Beitang asked cautiously.

Ms. Zhou rolled her eyes at her and smacked her on the head.

“Do you think my daughter, Zhou Man, is stupid? If she hadn’t been held back by Shan Chengming, she would have graduated with a master’s degree long ago.”

“You’ve neglected your studies for a long time, and Teacher Li is already urging you to catch up.”

On the student ID card, Shen Beitang smiled brightly, his eyes revealing an innate sense of superiority, as if he were looking down on everyone in the world.

Shen Beitang sat in the car, stroking her student ID card. She had originally been accepted into graduate school, but gave it up for various reasons.

Being able to go to school in place of Shen Beitang is a way of fulfilling her own wish. Fortunately, she also studied this subject in college, so it shouldn't be too difficult for her.

Although Shen Beitang had tried his best to change to an inconspicuous car, he couldn't resist the fact that Ms. Zhou had many luxury cars.

Even the most unassuming S-Class Mercedes-Benz parked at the university gate caused quite a stir.

Everyone's guessing which young master or young lady is out experiencing the hardships of life again, driving such an ostentatious car.

Everyone craned their necks to look into the car, eager to see what was going on.