Cheng Baidong broke down.

It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but that is only because they have not yet reached the point of heartbreak.

God knows how he gritted his teeth and endured those years in that other world; that messed-up world was no place for a normal person to live!

Countless times he teetered on the brink of death, thinking he should just die and end it all.

Thankfully, we made it through.

Otherwise, I would never see such a good wife again.

He was moved and hugged Fang Qiao's shoulders tightly, gently kissing her cheek: "Qiao Qiao, I love you."

Fang Qiao was still upset that she had said something wrong and reminded him of his sad memories, and she wanted to make amends, but unexpectedly he suddenly said "I love you".

This made Fang Qiao feel somewhat guilty.

He had been completely honest with her about his journey to another world, but she had kept his rebirth a secret.

"Bai Dong, there's something I need to tell you. Actually, I was also reborn."

“I know,” Cheng Baidong said.

"Huh?" Fang Qiao's face scrunched up, and her tone, which had been one of gratitude and guilt, suddenly became subtle: "How did you even know this?"

Can't people have a little secret anymore?!

The married man's survival radar instantly went off, and he quickly explained, "Of course not. The main reason for your situation is that I was so worried about you and the child, so the first thing I did when I woke up was to do some divination for you. I calculated that you were in a bad situation, so I shared my 'Master-Recognition Space' with you, thinking that at least you could hide in a crisis and avoid the tragedy from happening again."

"I thought you knew everything." Fang Qiao's expression couldn't hide her disappointment.

Cheng Baidong was not fooled, after all, this was related to the harmony of future family relationships.

"How could that be? I'm just an ordinary person now, at most a little bit better at divination than others."

"Only a little bit?" Fang Qiao couldn't believe it.

"Only a little bit!" Cheng Baidong firmly denied.

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; what if she asks me to figure out 'what's on her mind' someday?

How can you calculate that accurately?