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

Meng Zhixue: "...?"

When it was all over, she was panting heavily, feeling like she was about to fall apart, when she heard a man's serious, deep voice in her ear:

"I'll leave at 5 a.m. tomorrow and get up at 4 a.m. to do it."

Meng Zhixue: "…………???"

OK OK.

She was reborn at this point, right?

Are you not giving her any buffer time at all?

This is too much...

She muttered a few complaints to herself, then hugged the corner of the blanket, looking both aggrieved and self-righteous, and said, "No, I'm sleepy. Be quiet when you leave, don't disturb me."

In her first life, she was trembling with fear. After being with Feng Tingyun, she was a little afraid of his dull and serious personality.

But not anymore.

Feng Tingyun paused in his act of putting on his pants, thinking he had misheard, and asked in a deep voice, "What?"

"Didn't you hear me?" Meng Zhixue's voice was still a little hoarse, but she repeated understandingly, "I said I won't do it, I won't serve you. Be quiet when you leave, don't disturb me."

Feng Tingyun: "..."

Meng Zhixue: "..."

Eyes facing each other.

Meng Zhixue spoke first, considerately adding, "Honey, if you really need something, how about I give you a small toy?"

"Small toy, big joy! As long as it's fully charged, it never needs a break—it's amazing!"

Feng Tingyun: "...?"

The usually calm and rational man felt that he had encountered something extremely unreasonable.

The son does not talk strangely and forcefully.

As a soldier, he was a serious materialist, but...

He was thinking of calling 120 (emergency services).

However, seeing a psychiatrist shouldn't be a matter of urgency, and an ambulance wouldn't be needed... so it's best not to take up resources late at night.

So what exactly happened?

Unable to figure it out, Feng Tingyun decided to temporarily let it go.

He put on his military trousers and planned to take a shower in the bathroom to wash away the sweat.

Just as she stood up, a sweet and pleasant yet slightly husky voice came from the bed again: "Honey, I want to take a shower too. Can you carry me to the bathroom?"

Feng Tingyun: "..."

Meng Zhixue is acting very strangely today.

Normally, she was afraid of him and dreaded him. She would never take the initiative to get close to him or act coquettishly with him. She didn't even like to make eye contact with him.

But today, she was not only at ease in front of him, she even dared to boss him around...

"Is it not okay?" Meng Zhixue asked. "Honey, I have no strength left. Can you help me wash up?"

Feng Tingyun: "...Okay."

"Can."

Why not?

What's wrong?

of course can!

She's already calling him husband... Feng Tingyun looked away, suppressing the smile in her eyes.

……

Feng Tingyun bent down and picked Meng Zhixue up from the bed, his movements displaying the swiftness and precision characteristic of a soldier.

He supported her back with one hand and hooked his other hand around her knees, steadily and firmly.

Meng Zhixue naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and noticed that he froze for a second before she couldn't help but smile.

...Some people are over thirty, but they are still quite innocent.

The bathroom light was turned on.

Warm white light poured down, illuminating the vast space in every detail.

Meng Zhixue looked around.

This place was "a place she hadn't seen in a long time" for her.

Feng Tingyun put her in the bathtub and turned to adjust the water temperature.

There was no water in the bathtub; I was just preparing to take a shower.

Feng Tingyun was wearing military green trousers and was shirtless. He had a broad back and a narrow waist, which looked quite impressive.

In particular, when he turned around, there were several red marks on his back.

Even though Meng Zhixue had lived through several lifetimes and was well-informed, she still blushed a little at this erotic scene.

After all... those marks must have been made by her...

It feels like being caught doing something wrong.

Meng Zhixue leaned against the bathtub wall and coughed lightly to ease her embarrassment.

Feng Tingyun adjusted the water temperature, his dark eyes looking at her: "...The water temperature is adjusted. I'll give it to you, you rinse it yourself?"

As he spoke, he handed her the showerhead.

Meng Zhixue did not answer.

She held up one finger, closed her eyes, and shook it: "No, no, no..."

When she opened her eyes again, she looked up at him with a smile and said softly, "You help me wash."

Feng Tingyun paused, holding the towel. "How can I help you wash?"

Meng Zhixue asked, "Have you ever washed clothes?"

Feng Tingyun: "...I've washed it."

Meng Zhixue: "If you don't wash your clothes, they won't be clean, right? If you don't like me, then I'll always be dirty. Is that something you want to see?"

"Okay, I'm easy to talk to. Just wash my clothes the way you usually do it."

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile, I won't get broken."

Feng Tingyun: "..."

He took a deep breath and felt a little dizzy.

He, who was always cold and composed, was deeply surprised by what he saw and heard today... Where exactly did things start to go wrong?

Oh right, it seems to have started from the fourth time he took her tonight...

She cried uncontrollably then, even begging him to stop, but he... had no choice but to go, and didn't listen to her...

She must be angry and wants to deliberately mess with him.

It's your woman, so what's wrong with pampering her?

Feng Tingyun felt he had figured it out and didn't resist it.

But he had never taken care of anyone before, and his movements were a bit clumsy.

Fortunately, Meng Zhixue was just as she had said; she was really easy to talk to. No matter what he did, she would close her eyes and remain quiet.

Seeing that she didn't seem dissatisfied, Feng Tingyun breathed a sigh of relief. Treating the person in front of him like a piece of clothing, he actually became more and more adept at writing.

Meng Zhixue, however, was brainstorming, thinking about her own things.

This should be her sixth incarnation.

She had a premonition...

No matter how blessed she is, she probably won't be reborn with her memories intact after this life.

Perhaps I'll drink a bowl of Meng Po soup and be reborn as a brand new soul?

Perhaps it will go to another universe?

They might not even be human anymore...

Who knows?

So she decided to cherish this life.

Since we should cherish this lifetime, then spending time with Feng Tingyun is very important.

She needs to find a way for them both to get along comfortably.

In her first life, she was helpless and bewildered.

Especially after being bullied and suppressed by a PUA expert like Liu Chenfei, she became like a frightened bird, lacking confidence and even feeling somewhat inferior.

Feng Tingyun rescued her from the clutches of that sinister and wicked Liu Chenfei, giving her a peaceful and stable life. She was truly grateful to him and admired him from the bottom of her heart.

but……

He fell in love with her at first sight and demanded that she reciprocate his feelings, which destined their relationship to be anything but pure friendship.

The problem is, he's too tall and strong, and his fighting ability is too great, but his skills...

Meng Zhixue recalled for a moment and sighed silently in her heart.

It's terrible.

Even though she had dated several boyfriends before, she... still couldn't quite handle him...

Every time I'm with him, it's incredibly difficult.

He was as brave and resourceful as if he were completing a military mission, but that invincible spirit was really hard for a girl with an average physique to handle when placed between lovers.

Over time, she became even more afraid of him.

With this in mind, Meng Zhixue made up her mind.