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

In late autumn, it gets dark early outside, but the indoor lights are on early in the morning.

A night breeze blew in through the window, causing the white gauze curtains hanging in front of the high-ceilinged French windows in the living room to almost fall. It was at this moment that Meng Zhixue walked out of her room and stood in front of Zhou Yu.

She had fair skin and cherry lips, cascading black hair, and a faint smile on her face.

Wearing a light, pure white dress, she stood barefoot on the dark brown wooden floor, looking as pure as the first snow that had just fallen from the sky, as if it had fallen out of season.

So beautiful and ethereal.

She just doesn't seem like herself.

Upon seeing her, Zhou Yu was shocked and stood up from the sofa.

But after staring at her for several seconds, a surge of uncontrollable anger welled up inside him, the source of which he couldn't quite pinpoint.

He strode up to Meng Zhixue and said coldly, "Don't laugh like that!"

"..." Meng Zhixue was stunned for a moment, then immediately asked considerately, "Then how do you want me to smile? I'll adjust it."

"Don't laugh, it's not..." Zhou Yu closed his eyes, his face growing even more pale, but he managed to regain his composure. "Go change your clothes. I don't want to see you like this anymore!"

"But I..."

"Do you think I need to rely on such clumsy tricks to recall the past?!" Zhou Yu retorted in a deep voice.

Noticing that he was in a bad mood, Meng Zhixue said "Oh".

If you don't want to watch it, then forget it.

With her head hanging low in frustration, she prepared to go back to her room to change her clothes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she was picked up and carried horizontally.

"Young Master Zhou!" she exclaimed, quickly wrapping her arms around Zhou Yu's neck, her almond-shaped eyes wide with surprise as she looked at him.

Before any suggestive thoughts could even cross her mind, Zhou Yu glanced down at her and said in a deep, pleasant voice, "Nothing else, don't overthink it. I won't do anything to you. The floor is cold, I'll carry you inside."

"...Oh." Meng Zhixue obediently responded and immediately stopped moving.

But she thought Zhou Yu would gently place her on the bed, just like his previous aloof and extremely gentlemanly demeanor.

result.

With a "thump," he threw her onto the bed like a pillow, turned around and left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Touching her numb buttocks, Meng Zhixue stared in disbelief.

What's going on?

To prepare a surprise gift for Zhou Yu, she spent a "huge sum" of 588 yuan to order this white dress from a boutique to help him remember his white moonlight.

I never expected him to not only be ungrateful, but also get so angry.

She imitated Snow White like this in her past life, and he always accepted it well, didn't he?

Besides apologizing to Zhou Yu, she was hoping to cheer him up so he would agree to continue tutoring her after the contract ended... But now it seems he's not only unhappy, he's also angry, and her hopes are slim.

A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Meng Zhixue sighed.

She wanted to try and "win him back," so she observed Zhou Yu's attitude again during dinner. But when she changed her clothes and came out, she couldn't find Zhou Yu anywhere.

The living room is not there.

The study is not there.

He's not answering the phone.

What's going on? Meng Zhixue was speechless.

……

A quiet bar by the river.

In the dimly lit booth, Zhou Yu silently picked up a glass of wine, but Wen Jueming pressed his hand down.

"You've had enough to drink, that's enough." Wen Jueming gestured for him to look at the lit-up phone on the coffee table and asked, "Are you angry with your little bird? Otherwise, why aren't you answering her calls?"

"No." Zhou Yu said calmly, stepping aside Wen Jueming's hand and downing another glass of strong liquor.

Wen Jueming: "..."

What do you mean there isn't? It's obvious there is.

Recalling the time when he took Zhou Yu home, this man leaned towards Meng Zhixue, clearly aiming for her lips, but then tilted his head and rested on her shoulder, so he shook his head helplessly.

The word "love".

Xie Lingfeng chuckled and said to Wen Jueming, "If you're curious, I can go to my sister's house tomorrow and ask her for you?"

Wen Jueming: "Your sister's house?"

"Yes." Xie Lingfeng glanced at Zhou Yu and said deliberately, "Tomorrow, Xiao Niao is going to work at my sister's place. She's very afraid of me. If I just threaten her a little, I can scare her into crying and telling her what tricks she's up to."

Wen Jueming: "...Why don't you just act like a human being?"

Xie Lingfeng raised an eyebrow casually: "Not really."

Zhou Yu refilled his glass, took a big gulp, and looked at him with his clear, peach-blossom eyes: "Don't make things difficult for her, stay away from her."

Xie Lingfeng laughed in surprise: "You're actually protecting her?"

Zhou Yu didn't say anything.

Judging from the posture, it's an implicit agreement.

Xie Lingfeng suddenly asked curiously, "Can't you see that she's just stringing you along? You're not actually falling for her just because she looks like Bai Xue, are you? Let me tell you, even if Bai Xue came back to life, she wouldn't be worth your time..."

"That's enough, stop talking." Wen Jueming stopped him in time, picked up a glass of wine and shoved it into his hand, "You drink, drink more! You're not like A-Yu, anyway, you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, I'm not afraid you'll drink yourself to death."

Xie Lingfeng: "...?"

Oh, so he's not human?

However, he did not refuse. Just like Wen Jueming said, he grew up in wine cellars. He may not be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but at least he has never met anyone who can knock him out.

It doesn't matter whether I drink one more glass or one less glass.

But... he gazed at Zhou Yu's silent profile, lost in thought.

As Zhou Yu watched the cruise ships slowly moving along the river and the lights reflected in the water, he pondered a question: Why was he angry today? Why did he feel so distressed when he saw Meng Zhixue appear as Bai Xue?

……

Meng Zhixue was never one to make things difficult for herself.

Unable to wait for Zhou Yu that evening, she returned to her room at ten o'clock, leaned against the headboard and read a novel for a while before falling asleep peacefully.

the next day.

Meng Zhixue ate a bowl of fragrant and piping hot tomato beef noodles, a small cup of bird's nest soup, and a small plate of fruit for dessert, then rubbed her stomach contentedly.

When she treats herself, she puts in much more effort when cooking than when Zhou Yu cooks at home.

After finishing her meal, she headed towards Villa No. 28 full of energy, determined to make a good impression on her first day at work.

But to her utter surprise, as soon as she reached the door of Villa No. 28, she heard a frantic commotion coming from inside.

problem occurs?

As if responding to her uneasy guess, an ambulance came speeding from a distance with its sirens blaring and stopped a meter away from her.

A pale-faced Xie Wei was carried out of the villa gate by a tall man with a livid face, put into an ambulance, and the car sped away.

Meng Zhixue's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, the words "wait" stuck in her throat.

What about her?

Suddenly, there was another burst of hurried footsteps behind me.

Meng Zhixue quickly turned around and saw Xie Lingfeng, whose white shirt was soaked with blood, a sharp dagger was stuck in his waistband, and whose eyes were fixed on the departing ambulance with a sinister look. The helplessness in his eyes turned into astonishment.