Shen Jiazhou was indeed very busy today. Yesterday, he had just asked Lin Yan to casually provoke Uncle Shen, and he couldn't sit still. He called him late at night to discuss the coordination.

Even this morning, when Shen Jiazhou opened his office door, his second uncle was already sitting inside.

Uncle Shen was even more anxious than him. The two sides had been discussing the deal all day, including the remaining shares held by Shen Jiazhou.

He got home around 10 p.m.

The living room lights were on, but it was quiet. Milk and Cake heard the noise, so they both raised their heads to look at him. After seeing him, they wagged their tails, then lowered their heads together, huddled together, and closed their eyes to sleep.

Shen Jiazhou changed his shoes, casually placed his briefcase on the table, and headed straight for the children's room, but stopped at the door.

He looked down and sniffed his own body. Uncle Shen was treating everyone tonight, and he had drunk some. He smelled rather unpleasant now, and if Can Can smelled it, she would probably start grumbling at him again.

Shen Jiazhou smiled silently, then turned around and walked towards the master bedroom. Before he reached the door, he heard the sound of a door opening behind him.

Looking back, Wen Shuqiao was coming out of the children's room, her footsteps light.

She glanced at Shen Jiazhou: "Have you been drinking?"

The smell of alcohol in the air was a bit strong.

Shen Jiazhou nodded slightly: "I've had a little to drink. I'll take a shower and change my clothes first."

Wen Shuqiao nodded and said, "Okay."

She walked to the sofa and placed the things she had taken from Wen Zhixia on the coffee table.

Including that notebook.

Wen Shuqiao leaned back in her chair, holding a notebook in her hand, and began to flip through it again from the beginning.

She hadn't finished reading it by this afternoon.

Milk came out of its nest, leaped lightly onto the sofa, meowed at Wen Shuqiao, and finally lay down beside her, making purring sounds.

Wen Shuqiao patted its belly. The two little guys were no longer as thin as when they first came back. Like Can Can, they had been fattened up.

Milk leaned against her as she slept. Wen Shuqiao withdrew her hand and turned to Wen Zhixia's dream again.

The death of Shen Jiachen.

Is Yu Mingxue truly blind?

She frowned and quickly flipped to the part she hadn't finished reading.

The dream became clearer and clearer. I couldn't describe what I dreamt of in words. I just felt so absurd and helpless. It turns out that my life, and Ah Chen's life, were just a few strokes in the pan.

Is this world real or fake? Why is it treating me like this?

Wen Shuqiao's expression became more serious. Why were Wen Zhixia's writings... so strange?

She continued flipping through the pages, only to find them blank. Just when Wen Shuqiao thought it was all over, she discovered new handwriting and manipulated the paper with her fingers to turn it over.

The last two pages were filled with dense writing.

Since no one can hear my voice, I'll write it down.

At that moment, I felt my life slipping away rapidly, but my heart was at peace. Ah Chen's death, my illness, and the baby in my dream.

I don't understand why I dream about these things.

The baby in the dream lived in the utopia created by Jia Zhou for more than 20 years, but it completely collapsed because of Jia Zhou's departure.

Sometimes I actually start to hate Jia Zhou, hate him for creating a warm facade only to plunge into the deep sea, letting the baby be slowly devoured by the malice beneath their facade.

Although I know that Jia Zhou's pain is even greater than ours in the dream.

Looking back now, what I hate is my own powerlessness and this unfair world.

Why should our baby, whom Ah Chen and I eagerly awaited, have to suffer such a blow?

But now I've figured it out; perhaps this is an opportunity given to me by God.

The foresight led me to make many preparations. Although I clearly felt the resistance during the process, I gradually found some loopholes and patterns, and barely managed to leave a new path for the baby.

I hope God can give my baby a chance. He didn't do anything wrong. I just hope he can live a safe, healthy, and happy life.

May he...

Everything went as planned.

The only sound in the living room was the occasional gurgling of milk. Wen Shuqiao stared at the words for a long time, unable to come back to her senses.

Wen Zhixia's foresight...

She focused her gaze again on the middle line of text.

Jia Zhou jumped into the sea.

However, in the novel's ending that she knew, the male protagonist, Shen Shiyue, took over Shen Jiazhou's business empire and lived happily ever after with the female protagonist.

Shen Jiazhou was just going away to clear his head, so why would he jump into the sea... and commit suicide?

Wen Shuqiao felt a chill run through her body. What was the ending of the novel?

And the original question remains: how did she get here?

"What are you looking at? Why do you look so serious?"

A familiar voice broke the eerie atmosphere in the living room.

Wen Shuqiao suddenly turned her head and saw Shen Jiazhou wiping his wet hair.

Seeing Wen Shuqiao's reaction, he was even more puzzled: "What's wrong? Why such a big reaction?"

I've never seen Wen Shuqiao have such a big emotional fluctuation before.

Wen Shuqiao stared intently at Shen Jiazhou's face, as if trying to see right through him, making the latter feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He lowered his head and sniffed: "Hmm? Is there still a smell of alcohol?"

But he didn't smell it. He had specifically switched to a stronger-scented shower gel, instead of using the same one they both used.

Wen Shuqiao snapped out of her reverie and said, "No, I was just spacing out."

"You were startled by me?" Shen Jiazhou raised an eyebrow slightly, pulled the towel off his head, ran his fingers through his hair, and brushed the wet hair from his forehead back. He then walked around to the sofa, sat down next to Wen Shuqiao, and asked again, "What are you looking at?"

Wen Shuqiao's gaze fell on his hair: "Aren't you going to dry it?"

"I'll blow-dry it later." Shen Jiazhou wiped his hair a couple more times.

Wen Shuqiao kept looking at him. She had an indescribable feeling. She could roughly guess where Shen Jiazhou's pain came from.

"I asked what you were looking at, not what you should look at me." Shen Jiazhou asked, puzzled, "Why are you acting so strangely today? Did Yu Mingxue bully you?"

As he spoke, he took his phone out of his pocket: "I'm going to call her."

However, as soon as the phone was unlocked, it was turned off by another hand.

Shen Jiazhou glanced at her sideways.

Wen Shuqiao said, "No."

Shen Jiazhou thought for a moment, then put his phone aside: "Then why are you unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy," Wen Shuqiao said with a straight smile. "I just feel a little regretful."

Everyone here is a good person, so why does the ending always turn out so badly?