A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Three days later.

Meng Zhixue attended Sister Chen's funeral.

A small urn, covered with a stone slab and sealed with cement, marks the end of a short life.

In the gentle autumn rain, the woman on the tombstone smiled gently, looking like a kind-hearted person, but the black and white photo has been frozen by time.

Jia Nan knelt before the grave and wept bitterly, but no matter how much he regretted it, it was too late; no one cared about his pain.

Besides, how long can his remorse last?

If he had a conscience, he might suffer for the rest of his life.

If he had no conscience, he might forget his current distress in a couple of years, since in this age of entertainment to the death, there are too many things that can bring him happiness.

Meng Zhixue felt a mix of emotions and placed a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of the grave.

After the funeral, she said goodbye to Sister Chen, who gently hugged her and said, "Xiaoxue, I'm going back to my hometown."

"Back to your hometown?" Meng Zhixue asked in surprise. "So soon?"

"Yes." Sister Chen smiled and perked up. "I have no family left in this city. Now I just want to go back to my hometown, buy a small house, and live a slower-paced life."

"You're doing great!" Meng Zhixue couldn't help but give her a hug. "Sister Chen, you must take good care of yourself, you will definitely get better!"

"I will, and so will you," Sister Chen said with a smile.

After leaving the cemetery, Meng Zhixue, filled with melancholy, glanced back at Sister Chen one more time before getting into a black Bentley.

"Master, we can go back to Jiangshan Imperial View now. Thank you for your hard work."

She took the day off to attend the funeral today, and Sister Ying specially arranged for a driver to take her, which is why she is so relaxed now and doesn't have to hail a taxi in the rain.

As the car started, Meng Zhixue looked out the window.

Pedestrians with umbrellas and cars rushing by created a hazy, colorful rain scene. Suddenly, she raised her hand to cover her eyes and burst into tears.

In her past life, after leaving Ye Jue, she severed ties with everyone except Xue Yan.

Because she knew it was dishonorable.

Although she was in a relationship with Zhou Yu, they were just a caged canary that he kept in, and she didn't have to do anything except please him.

Later, she heard from Xue Yan that Sister Chen had resigned and returned to her hometown, but she didn't know why.

She held onto the work contract that Sister Ying had signed with her and openly told Sister Chen that she wanted to resign, without cutting off contact with her. That's why Sister Chen would think of her when she needed help.

Unfortunately, she couldn't help at all, and Sister Chen still had to leave.

This parting will most likely be the last time we meet.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhixue's eyes welled up with tears again, and she couldn't help but sob.

After crying for a while, she looked for tissues in her bag, but couldn't find any after searching for a long time. She also couldn't find any tissues in the back seat of the car, and was a little dumbfounded.

She looked seriously at the cuffs of her knitted sweater, wondering if she should just make do with it for now, when suddenly a clean white tissue was handed to her right in front of her.

A gentle, pleasant male voice, distinct from the driver's, rang out: "Are you looking for tissues?"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"...?!" Meng Zhixue looked up in astonishment, only to meet a pair of smiling eyes. She quickly searched her memory, "You, you are...you are Zhou Yu's friend? What are you doing in my car?"

Wen Jueming laughed out loud: "Is it possible that you were in my car?"

Meng Zhixue was dumbfounded again: "Huh?"

Amused by her expression, the usually refined Wen Jueming laughed out loud: "You'd better contact your driver quickly and let him go back on his own."

Meng Zhixue blushed and stammered, "Ah...ah! Okay!"

She then noticed that the carriage was filled with a faint medicinal scent, different from the perfume in Wei Suying's car.

Her face turned even redder.

She quickly called the driver to explain the situation, and then said to Wen Jueming, "Mr. Wen, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I got on the wrong bus. Could you please find an intersection ahead..."

"Want to listen to music?" Wen Jueming pushed up his glasses and suddenly asked.

Meng Zhixue: "No need, I'd rather..."

"If the moon hasn't come yet?" Wen Jueming asked.

Before Meng Zhixue could answer, music began to play in the carriage.

A husky, story-telling male voice, a gentle and melodious female voice, and a smoky rap voice intertwine to create a moving melody that touches the heartstrings of those who are interested.

Meng Zhixue was immediately immersed in the moment, a wave of melancholy washed over her, and her eyes quietly welled up with tears.

Wen Jueming looked at her in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "I also live in Jiangshan Dijin. I was just heading back, so I'll give you a ride."

Meng Zhixue didn't refuse again. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes in a flustered manner and smiled at him, saying, "Thank you."

……

When Meng Zhixue returned to Villa No. 12, it was almost midnight.

To her surprise, she left earlier than the driver, but the driver returned half an hour earlier than her.

Could it be that Wen Jueming took the wrong turn and went astray?

The thought briefly crossed her mind, but she didn't think much of it.

She didn't know that after Wen Jueming dropped her off at Villa No. 12, he didn't go back to the Wen family home, but immediately turned the car around and drove out of the villa area.

That evening, she returned to Villa No. 15 and had hot pot.

She has always enjoyed eating and drinking, and she felt quite relaxed with Zhou Yu, spending a lot of time on it.

Just as Zhou Yu returned, he brought the last plate of crisp and tender lettuce slices to the table.

"Hot pot tonight?" He took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, loosened his tie, and smiled. "We're on the same wavelength, we just happened to be thinking about it."

Meng Zhixue smiled, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling, and nodded in agreement: "The weather's getting cold, perfect for hot pot!"

It was mainly because she was craving it.

The steaming hot pot, with its warm, homey atmosphere, could dispel the chill of the autumn rain that she had picked up at the cemetery.

She learned not to mistreat herself long ago through the passage of time.

The medium-spicy hot pot made Meng Zhixue sweat profusely.

She took a sip of the cold drink and then squinted her eyes to enjoy it.

But Zhou Yu ate very little.

She asked shyly, "Is it too spicy?"

Although they had been together for more than half a year in their previous life, she had never really paid attention to Zhou Yu's tastes, nor did she remember how spicy he could handle.

"No," Zhou Yu denied, then said to her, "After you finish eating, take a shower, and then come to my study. I'll show you something good."

"Huh?!" Meng Zhixue was suddenly dumbfounded, and the fish ball she had just bitten into fell onto the table with a "thud".

No way, no way? It can't be what she's thinking, can it?

That's a different price!

Ah no, it has nothing to do with the price...

For her now, men are just a diversion, not the main focus. She doesn't want to be a caged bird anymore!