My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

"Jiang Wan, don't fall asleep." Fu Yan's voice was weak, not as strong as usual.

It rained all night and they were being chased and fled here, living in this dilapidated house.

The woman in his arms was wearing a purple and gold silk jacket. There was a dark spot on her chest and the smell of blood filled his nose.

Jiang Wan was dazed, and opened her eyes slightly, "Fu Yan, I'm in so much pain...

Jiang Wan just felt his head getting more and more dizzy.

In an instant, all my lost memories rushed into my head.

Jiang Wan remembered everything. She was originally a modern omnivore blogger who knew a little bit about everything. She had neither too many nor too few fans and could barely make a living.

Just when he had paid two months' rent, he was hit to death by the falling ceiling!

Then he came to this world, with memories from his infancy to the age of nine, and he had memories of his past life, until he fell into the lake and had no memories when he woke up.

Thinking of his own frustrating life, Jiang Wan gritted his teeth and wondered why he had to stay with Fu Yan?

That group of people were obviously heading for Fu Yan. If he didn't follow Fu Yan, he would definitely be able to escape.

And shield him from the arrows...

Consciousness is becoming increasingly blurred.

In the last moments of his life, he felt the familiar fishy smell flowing between his lips.

It was as if someone was whispering something in her ear.

Jiang Wan didn't hear it clearly, only the second half of the sentence "Have you ever regretted it?" entered his ears.

Regret?

Jiang Wan's mother passed away early in his life, and his mother took charge of the household chores.

Although she is the legitimate daughter, she lives a cowardly life.

When she reached the age of 15, she married Fu Yan. She was his legal wife, but he ignored her.

Jiang Wan knew very well that he could not win his heart, so he focused on the issue of family power.

Fu Yan can take concubines, but she will always be the principal wife, and those concubines can never surpass her.

At the age of only fifteen, she acted like the mistress of the house and did not dare to slack off even a little.

But if she looked into her heart, she had a hard time in the mansion since her mother passed away, and then she married Fu Yan.

Fighting with concubines and managing household chores, this has been the day-to-day life for the past eighteen years.

Can you regret?

She only regretted that she had lost her memory and had been raised to be a resentful woman who only cared about her husband.

Jiang Wan felt like he had fallen asleep, and this sleep was particularly long.

In the dream, a voice asked: If you could live your life again, what would you do?

Jiang Wan was in a trance. Restarting his life?

If she could live her life over again, she would live only for herself.

In the bedroom of Wutong Courtyard in the Duke's Mansion, under the gauze curtains and brocade quilt.

The burning candles flickered, making the light in the room dim and bright.

Jiang Wan felt that her proud chest was hurt by someone pressing on it, and she couldn't help but whimper.

"It hurts..." The soft and suggestive voice startled me awake.

Jiang Wan opened his eyes and saw the face in front of him that was very familiar to him. Fu Yan was a cold-hearted guy, but he had a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes.

Now he was meeting her eyes.

The force on the waist tightened.

Before Jiang Wan could react, his eyes were covered by him and he leaned down.

Jiang Wan felt her neck was burning warm, it was the man's hot breath hitting it.

It wasn't until he pinched her waist with one hand, covered her eyes with the other, and crawled on her that Jiang Wan reacted.

Am I not dead?

How is it possible? How could I survive in that desolate wilderness with no water or rice around?

especially......

I have been married to Fu Yan for eighteen years, but I haven't had sex for more than ten years. How come...

Jiang Wan could smell the unique crisp cedar scent of Fu Yan at the tip of his nose.

Jiang Wan covered his coat with his hands after it was taken off. "Master, you..."

Before Jiang Wan could finish his words, his lips were sealed.

It seemed that in the freezing cold weather, a crack appeared on the long-frozen ice surface.

Jiang Wan was puzzled because she and Fu Yan had only had sex and had never kissed, something that only lovers do.

But tonight, what happened?

No, he and Fu Yan had an accident. He was drugged and was unconscious when he returned to the house.

But that was more than ten years ago, not long after I married him.

In the few moments that Jiang Wan was stunned, there were only a few clothes left on his body.

The window was half open, and the breeze blew through the gauze curtains. Although Jiang Wan's eyes were covered, he could smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers brought in by the wind from outside the window.

Jiang Wan was very familiar with this fragrance. He thought it smelled good earlier and asked his servants to water and take good care of it every day.

Later I learned that this was actually planted by Fu Yan for his white moonlight.

Osmanthus flowers bloom in late autumn. Isn’t it midsummer now?

Jiang Wan was puzzled as he only had the last layer of thin clothes on his body.

The cool breeze made her shiver. The person on her body paused and slowly raised his head. "Cold?"

Jiang Wan didn't bother to pay attention to Fu Yan's hoarse voice. He just felt that tonight was getting more and more strange. He quietly touched his chest. The wound... healed so quickly?

It was clearly midsummer, so why did I feel cold? In the past, putting ice in the house only slightly cooled the heat, but today I actually felt cold.

It's really strange.

Jiang Wan's mind was still in a mess, but he took the hand off his eyes and gently placed it on the back of Jiang Wan's hand on her chest. Then he put her hand behind her head and covered it with his thin lips.

Through the thin fabric, Jiang Wan could clearly feel the warmth and wetness on his chest...

His eyes slowly opened, and a large area of ​​eye-catching red came into view.

Jiang Wan took a deep breath. This is...

Why is Wutong Courtyard decorated like a wedding room?

Jiang Wan wanted to struggle to get up and take a closer look at the room, but was pressed down by the man's heavy body.

"Master..."

Jiang Wan raised her eyes and took a closer look at his current appearance. She was shocked. How could Fu Yan become younger? His slightly childish face looked just like the one she had just married him.

Jiang Wan turned his head again and saw the furnishings in the room through the red gauze curtain.

There are huge red candles on the incense table and a big red "囍" character is pasted on the window.

The red curtain hangs low, creating a hazy atmosphere.

Jiang Wan turned his eyes and saw Fu Yan's eyes meeting his own.

"Master, can you let me have some tea?"

The pain from the wound on his chest was unforgettable to Jiang Wan no matter how much time had passed.

How is it possible that there is no scar left now? Jiang Wan suspected that he might have returned to the month when he and Fu Yan got married.

I couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in my mind. Rebirth is indeed bizarre, but I have even experienced time travel, so it is not impossible to be reborn again.

Even when Fu Yan was doing this, he still had a blank expression on his face, but his face was flushed tonight and his eyes were filled with strong desire.

He just turned his body to the side and asked Jiang Wan to get off the bed.

Under the warm light of red candles, the woman's graceful curves were faintly visible under her thin and messy pajamas, and the bright red peony bellyband inside even looked a bit more beautiful.

Jiang Wan poured himself a cup of tea and looked around the room carefully.