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

The lounge was very warm, but Zhou Yu's embrace carried the cool scent of cedarwood.

Meng Zhixue had to admit that she liked his calm and intelligent nature, his thoughtfulness and consideration, his generosity towards her, the effort he put into pleasing her, and even the scent on his body…

But she knew even more that most of what he was doing now was because of his desires.

To put it bluntly, I just wanted her body.

Moreover, once she took over the studio he gave her, it meant that she tacitly allowed him to kiss and hug her and linger over her.

Did you really think you could take over this studio with just a kiss?

Of all the men who say "I won't go in," how many of them actually keep their word?

"I need time to think about it." Meng Zhixue turned around, her pale hand resting on the man's chest. She looked up at him, her voice soft. "Sister Xie Wei is very good to me, and Zhuangzhuang needs me too. I can't just suddenly quit my job. Besides, you have to give me some time to think about it, right?"

Zhou Yu looked down at her.

The little woman in his arms had black hair and snow-white skin. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and charming, like a pool of spring water flowing into his heart. Her lips were so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to taste them.

Everything about her suited his tastes perfectly.

But she didn't like him.

No jealousy, no envy, no lingering attachment.

There are plenty of people willing to bring her good things, not to mention others... didn't her good brother pester her?

"Okay." Zhou Yu resisted the urge to kiss her and replied, "I promise you. But don't keep me waiting too long."

He put one arm around her, glanced at his watch, and said, "It's getting late. I've made a reservation at a restaurant; I'll take you there for dinner."

"No, no need," Meng Zhixue refused repeatedly.

Seeing Zhou Yujun's face growing darker and darker, she guessed that he was feeling a bit frustrated because she had rejected him too many times.

Not only was she not afraid, she even felt like laughing: "Why are you angry? I just want to walk around and shop by myself, I don't want you to come with me."

"Wouldn't it be better if I went with you?" Zhou Yu asked. "I can pay the bill and carry your bags."

"Sister Xie Wei and Zhuangzhuang aren't home. I rarely have a day off, and I really want to be alone for a while." With her hands clasped together, Meng Zhixue looked pitiful and pleading. "President Zhou, you're so mature and steady, you must understand me, right? Can you give me some personal space?"

He had asked her to go up the mountain to see the stars before, and she hadn't refused him at all; that was giving him a lot of face!

...Although it was also because she wanted to see it herself.

"Okay." Zhou Yu compromised again.

What else can he do? Should he really force her? She'll just give him a hard time.

He wasn't a scoundrel like Xie Lingfeng.

He is mature and steady!

……

This was the first time Meng Zhixue had gone shopping since her rebirth.

Being a playmate for the young boss isn't tiring, but she knows that children prefer to be close to more people. To get a better job, although she has two days off every week according to her contract, she has hardly ever used them.

Sister Ying and Sister Xie Wei are both very good to her. They pay her salary on time, buy her clothes and bags, and give her beautiful jewelry. She doesn't even want to slack off; she just wants to work overtime!

But she also enjoys these rare moments of relaxation and solitude.

After buying a bag of hot roasted chestnuts from a roadside vendor and holding a cup of warm milk tea, Meng Zhixue strolled leisurely along the scenic walkway by the moat.

It was a beautiful day; the warm autumn sun felt wonderful on her skin, making her so happy she wanted to hum a tune.

As we were walking, a sudden burst of shouts came from the riverbank.

Meng Zhixue walked over quickly, pushed through the crowd, and her expression immediately changed.

A child of about four or five years old was struggling and bobbing in the middle of the river, his small body appearing and disappearing as the current swirled around him.

The crowd on the bank consisted mostly of elderly people and young mothers with children. Some shouted for help, while others called the police, but no one dared to jump into the icy river in late autumn.

The river was flowing rapidly; calling the police would definitely be too late...

Meng Zhixue was a good swimmer. Seeing that the child was being swept further and further away from the shore and seemed unable to continue, she made a quick decision in less than two seconds.

She deftly shed her heavy wool coat, leaving herself in only a cashmere sweater and jeans, and gritted her teeth as she jumped into the water.

The icy river water instantly enveloped me, soaking my clothes and hair.

She shivered, her jaw clenched, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, swimming faster towards the child.

Meanwhile, on the river-crossing bridge, a black Hongqi sedan with a special license plate was driving smoothly.

Suddenly, Zhang Qi, the bodyguard in the front seat, looked out the window and exclaimed "Wow!" This prompted the tall man in the back seat, who had been lost in thought with his eyes closed, to slowly open them.

"What's wrong?" The man was wearing camouflage training uniform, his collar buttoned up tightly, and his cold, stern brows carried an air of authority unique to those in power.

Guard Zhang Qi quickly said, "A child fell into the water, but someone jumped in to save her. She looks like a young girl."

The man frowned, his handsome brows furrowing. Following Zhang Qi's finger, he saw a slender figure bobbing on the water's surface. His gaze betrayed his admiration, though his voice remained subdued.

"He's courageous," Feng Tingyun said in a low voice, with the seriousness characteristic of a soldier.

Zhang Qi exclaimed, "Going into the water in this kind of weather definitely takes courage."

Feng Tingyun hummed in agreement and closed his eyes again.

For a week straight, he only slept two or three hours a day. Even though he was strong and energetic, he couldn't keep up and needed to rest his eyes.

However, as the car exited the river-crossing bridge via the ramp and passed along the riverside avenue, a series of exclamations suddenly rang out.

"Go for it, girl!"

"It's only a few meters away, hang in there, I'll go into the water to get you!"

"Is anyone a swimmer? Quick, jump in and save her! That girl can't hold on!"

"Did anyone call 110? Why haven't the police arrived yet?"

"..."

"What's going on?" Feng Tingyun's eyes suddenly turned sharp as he coldly looked in the direction of the voice.

Zhang Qi hesitated and said, "It seems the girl who just saved someone got into trouble..."

Sitting up straight, Feng Tingyun said in a deep voice to the driver in front, "Stop the car."

Zhang Qi immediately knew what he was planning to do and hurriedly advised, "Commander, you're injured and have been working through the night for a week straight. You can't go into the water! If you do, the old lady will kill me!"

He quickly asked the driver, Old Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, can you swim?"

"I don't know either," Uncle Zhang said, looking anxious.

"Alright, only I can swim." Feng Tingyun, who had already started taking off his clothes, said in a deep voice, "No matter the reason, before this, I was a soldier!"

Zhang Qi looked troubled, knowing he couldn't persuade him otherwise.

With a sudden stop, the black Hongqi car came to a halt on the side of the road.

Without wasting any time, Feng Tingyun, who had stripped down to only a white work vest, got out of the car and ran wildly toward the riverbank. Her movements were agile and her speed was as fast as lightning, which aroused a lot of amazement.

He rushed to the riverbank, quickly took off his shoes and socks, and calmly observed the situation in the water.

In the icy river water, Meng Zhixue was very close to the riverbank, only three or four meters away.

But even within those three or four meters, she felt increasingly strained.

The water was too cold.

Although she tried her best to swim back with the child after rescuing him from the water, she was still so cold that her limbs were stiff, her mind felt numb, and her movements became increasingly sluggish.

Even worse, she got a leg cramp just as she was about to reach the shore!

Wave after wave of the river washed her away from the shore; if she didn't continue forward, she would be swept back into the middle of the river.

If the rescue team doesn't arrive in time, then it's all over!

Meng Zhixue didn't want to die, so she immediately asked the people on the shore for help, asking them to find a lifebuoy to throw down or to break off a long tree branch to pull her ashore.

The onlookers sprang into action, and some of the bolder ones even took off their shoes and waded into the water to reach out and pull her out.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

Three or four meters is not far, but it's not close either; you can't reach it by simply stretching your arm.

Meng Zhixue's face turned deathly pale.

Just as she was gritting her teeth and trembling, feeling like she was about to faint from the cold, a tall and powerful figure suddenly entered her field of vision.

The man was wearing a white tank top and military green camouflage pants. He was tall and muscular. He took off his shoes and socks and leaped from the stone steps several meters high into the water.

With a "plop," water splashed up.

Meng Zhixue was terribly cold and shivering, but her eyes were filled with eager joy, and the only words in her mind were "I'm saved".

Putting everything else aside, that military green color alone gave her a strong sense of security.