After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

The door light of the villa was very bright. Against the light, I could not clearly see Fu Yanshen's appearance, but I could feel his burning eyes staring at me all the time.

I looked away, pretending to look at the scenery, and kept taking deep breaths.

The autumn evening breeze was cool and carried a faint scent of pine. It gradually calmed me down, and I noticed that the Osaka pine I had spent a huge sum of money to buy had not been pruned for a long time.

When he turned his eyes again, Fu Yanshen was no longer visible in the doorway.

I took long steps up the steps and entered the house.

The man was wearing a dark blue silk nightgown, with his back to me, standing under the bright giant chandelier, exuding a cool and noble temperament.

He turned around and glanced at me lightly, "Why are you here?"

An indifferent look and a distant tone.

He looked tired, his eyes were dark blue, and he was thin.

My eyes couldn't help but fall on his chest. Through the V-neck of his nightgown, I could vaguely see the brown hyperplasia scars...

The tip of my nose felt sore, and I quickly looked away, secretly clearing my chaotic throat and saying, "You never took away the suit you left at my place... I'll drop by tonight and bring it to you."

I said calmly.

Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the paper bag in my hand, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he spoke:

"If you think it's an eyesore, just throw it away. Why send it to a place you don't want to come to?"

His tone was obviously full of sourness and sarcasm towards me.

I understood what he meant and didn't say anything. I walked to the sofa, put down my handbag and left.

Before taking two steps, he turned around involuntarily and his eyes fell on his chest again, "Fu Yanshen, what's going on with your heart? Why do you need a transplant?"

I finally asked the question I had been holding in my heart.

Hearing this, Fu Yan stared at me with deep eyes, his deep eyes tangled with complex emotions. I couldn't distinguish his emotions, I only caught a fleeting sourness.

In an instant, he clenched his fists tightly and said with a cold and handsome face, "What does it have to do with you?"

It was a tone of indifference that rejected me thousands of miles away.

That's right...what does it have to do with me? It’s not because I had a heart transplant.

I pinched my palm tightly with my fingertips, straightened my pride, turned around and left.

Just after taking two steps, Fu Yanshen suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled hard. I was forced to turn around and my body slammed into his hard chest, which made my heart tremble.

The man's rough palms held my cheeks, and I was forced to raise my face and meet his hot and glued gaze. The dark eyes were full of ink, and my chest was rising and falling violently.

The next moment, his cold white handsome face was pressed down, and his thin lips pressed against mine, causing sparks of electricity to fly through my body. My breathing stopped.

Fu Yan's deep kiss was urgent and fierce. His short breaths greedily grabbed every ounce of my breath. His tongue of fire was domineering and forceful, exploring every corner of my mouth.

The wild and hot kiss almost made me suffocate. I held his arms tightly with both hands, digging my nails into his muscles, trying to break away. He released one arm and tightly wrapped it around my waist. He cupped the back of my head instead.

The kiss was deeper and heavier, as if he wanted to melt me ​​into his flesh and blood before he would give in.

I suddenly remembered what he said, that he wanted to survive because of me.

A surge of sadness surged up in my throat, and my eyes became wet and hot.

Fu Yan's deep kiss left my lips, and his heavy and rapid breathing sprayed down the side of my neck. His hot and moist lips gently rubbed my skin like feathers, and in an instant he sucked hard on the side of my neck.

He held me tightly, his heart rose and fell violently, and the hot hormonal breath enveloped me.

"You slept with me last time... I'll kiss you now, isn't that too much?" He gasped in my ear.

The hoarse and magnetic voice is vaguely cautious, yet also full of temptation and humility.

He is afraid that I will be angry, so stay away from him.

Two drops of warm tears rolled down the corners of my eyes, and my throat became more choked and painful.

Fu Yanshen left my ear and held half of my cheek in his palm. At this moment, his pupils trembled.

"Why...are you crying?" he asked tremblingly.

I blinked my eyelids, tears rolled down the corners of my eyes, and my throat became choked.

The man's dark eyes stared at me, and his eyes gradually turned red. His white eyes quickly covered with scarlet vines. His palm fell from my cheek to the side of my neck, and his head dropped.

His rough palms caressed my skin, his hair brushed my cheeks, and his broad shoulders trembled slightly.

In an instant, he raised his face again and looked at me sadly with moist black eyes, "You and Song Sinan... are you together?"

"You feel sorry for him when I kiss you, right?"

The man asked with a hoarse voice and a trembling voice.

He actually thought that Song Sinan and I were together.

Just as I was about to retort, the scar on my wrist felt itchy. In an instant, the painful lessons of two lifetimes defeated me.

I can no longer be soft-hearted towards him.

I looked away indifferently and didn't answer him.

Fu Yanshen's hand tightened suddenly and tightened around my neck, and I could feel his body trembling.

"When you were with him, I saw—" He stopped mid-sentence.

"Let's go..."

It seemed like a sound coming from deep in the throat, chaotic and broken.

Gradually he loosened his grip.

I gritted my teeth, took steps, and walked decisively toward the door.

This time, Fu Yanshen didn't drag me back.

I walked out of the villa, looked up at the dark night sky, took deep breaths, swallowed the moisture in my eyes, and walked down the steps.

At this time, there were violent sounds of things being thrown from the villa, the sound of broken glass, the sound of wood crashing...

Fu Yanshen is going crazy again.

I quickened my pace and kept moving forward.

There seemed to be no movement in the villa.

I was also really relieved.

The moment I held the iron door handle, my heart tugged hard for no reason, and Fu Yanshen's desperate and painful eyes suddenly appeared in my mind.

Different scenarios replayed in my mind.

I "jumped off a building" to get divorced. The moment I fell, he looked at me like that, under the blue fireworks...

At this moment, his gloomy and world-weary look clearly appeared in front of my eyes. I turned around and ran back to the villa.

The living room was in a mess, and Fu Yanshen was nowhere to be seen.

I went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Fu Yanshen!"

I yelled, but he was nowhere to be seen in the master bedroom.

……

I opened the sliding door forcefully——

The man was squatting in the corner, his head hanging down, the back of his hand dripping with blood, and the bright red blood kept dripping on the milky white floor tiles.

The whole person was gloomy and decadent, with no life at all.

I was stunned, moved my steps, slowly approached him, and slowly squatted down in front of him.

"Fu Yanshen..." I shouted softly.

He was obviously stunned, then slowly raised his head and looked at me blankly.