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

I held the neck of the bottle and wanted to drink again. A long, white hand with neatly manicured nails held the dark brown bottle.

Veins appeared on the back of my hand, and my knuckles turned white from exertion. The wine bottle in my hand was forcefully snatched away.

I raised my eyes and saw a thin, handsome and beautiful young face, with the boy's narrow peach blossom eyes, looking at me seriously,

"Sister Qiao, stop drinking. I'm not here to terminate the contract."

There was a faint smile on his lips, and he was dressed in a British-style suit and windbreaker. He was exquisite and noble, just like a prince from a comic book.

Did I hear you right? He actually said that he was not here to terminate the contract.

I patted the sofa next to me and motioned for him to sit down.

Makino lifted the hem of his windbreaker and sat down beside me casually.

"People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places... Makino, you also know that I am no longer a rich lady. I have no resources in the entertainment industry, and I have no money to support you... You go and climb the high branches. , don’t follow this loser like me... By the way, don’t go to the Qin family’s company..."

I was 70% drunk and didn't have the energy to speak. Fortunately, my mind was clear and I didn't forget to remind Makino not to repeat the mistakes of my previous life.

Now I am also depressed, self-defeating, and ruined.

"Sister Qiao, if you are a waste, how could you find this treasure of mine?"

Makino has never tried to please me. At this time, he was a little embarrassed to say comforting words to me.

After listening to his words, I felt very ashamed and felt that I was worthless.

"Makino, let me tell you a secret... you must not tell anyone else..." I said drunkenly, my head resting on the back of the sofa, facing him.

Makino nodded seriously.

"I'm telling you, don't believe it. I'm actually reborn. Do you understand?" When I said those words, I was really afraid of scaring him away.

Makino looked at me, his pupils trembled and his Adam's apple rolled.

"Scared." I smiled lightly.

He shook his head calmly.

"In the previous life, you and I were both short-lived ghosts. I died in two years, and you died in one year. In the previous life, you were a talented singer who emerged from nowhere, but you were forced to death by blood-sucking capital..."

I spoke to him.

Makino listened without saying a word, his clear eyes gradually becoming moist.

"After I was reborn, I met you by chance. It was probably on a whim that I rescued you from Qin Lulu. It was just... a convenient thing. I didn't want you to be forced to death by them again. When you died in your previous life, the entire network helped you denounce the black-hearted capitalists. , the people who bully you are complaining for you..."

"So, when I praise you, it's not because I'm a wise person."

I looked at Makino and, under the influence of alcohol, smiled and told him the truth.

Honoring Makino is the only thing I, a loser, can do after my rebirth.

After I was reborn, I couldn't get divorced or take revenge on Fu Yanshen. It was really useless to watch him destroy my company.

Makino raised his neatly-lined chin slightly, his dark eyelashes fluttering, faintly stained with tears.

He looked like he wanted to cry.

I was surprised by his reaction. Shouldn't I think I was talking nonsense? Why do you look so touched?

He looked at me, his Adam's apple sliding continuously, his crimson lips opening and closing.

Hesitant to speak.

"You're not scared by me...I told you the truth, remember to keep it secret." I warned him again.

Makino's eyes turned red.

"Sister Qiao, you are a very good person. Unlike those second-generation children who only bully others, you have kindness and conscience that most of them don't have, really."

His tone was earnest.

"I asked you last time why you complimented me. I always thought you had ulterior motives for me."

Listening to his words, I was stunned.

He was comforting me, right?

Kindness and conscience cannot be eaten as food.

"Actually, I also -" Makino paused mid-sentence, "I am also a person who repays kindness. If you save me, I will help you. I don't want to see you stay depressed."

"In the future, we will discuss resources and business performance together. With my popularity and strength, I will definitely be able to stabilize the company." Makino looked at me firmly and spoke firmly.

I was really moved by him.

You know, many entertainment companies are now competing for him, and the signing bonus has reached a sky-high price of one billion, but he is actually willing to stay and help me stabilize the company.

Of course, the company he mentioned refers to the entertainment company under Shengshi, not the entire Shengshi.

It would be better for him to fly to any company at this time than to follow me.

"Makino, don't act out of anger. I don't want you to be trapped in my hands for the rest of your life." I thought about it and persuaded him.

He was also naive. When I said that I was born again, he actually believed me and was moved.

Makino spread his arms and put them on the back of the sofa. He crossed his legs and looked at me sideways, "Then I will fall into your hands."

He looks like a scoundrel who can't get enough of oil and salt.

I:"……"

Makino spent three days on my flat floor, cooking for me and not allowing me to drink. He would not go to work even when there was an announcement and would just mess around with me.

I really don't want him to fall into my trap.

As he said, I shouldn't be depressed. If he is willing to stay and help me, I should also contribute to the Sheng family. My parents have raised me for more than 20 years and have always treated me like their own daughter. I have to repay them. .

I cheered up and continued to serve as Makino's manager, catching up with him all over the country to make announcements.

……

I just returned to the capital and went straight to my old middle school.

When Luoluo called again to urge me, my car had just entered the school gate. There was a pile driver working on the playground, and long red banners were hung everywhere.

Many people wearing orange safety helmets and looking like leaders are inspecting the work.

This is Luoluo and I’s old alma mater. It will be demolished recently and plans to build a large shopping mall. I heard it is a project of Mingde Group.

Luoluo specially invited me to meet her alma mater for the "last time" today. She said she was waiting for me in the student union office.

"It's been so many years, how can I still remember which building the student union office is in, how many cents..."

After I got off the car, I called Luoluo and walked into the teaching building, my eyes constantly scanning the house number.

When I turned the corner, I almost ran into a wall of people.

"Isn't that right?"

When I saw the person in front of me clearly, I paused.

It turned out to be Fu Yanshen.

He was wearing an orange safety helmet, a suit and leather shoes, and a long black coat. His face was expressionless. He was surrounded by several middle-aged people, all wearing safety helmets.

This is Mingde's construction site, he must be here to inspect.

I didn't glance at him, walked around him, and quickly climbed up the stairs.

"Jojo."

A warm and magnetic voice came from above. I raised my head and it was Song Sinan.

I saw him standing at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, with a gentle smile on his lips, as if he was waiting for me.

I didn't understand why he was looking for me, so I quickly came to him.

"Brother Si Nan..." I called him a little unfamiliar.

"Remember this place?" He pointed to the sign above a classroom and asked with a smile.

"Student Union Office..." I looked at the red letters on the white sign and murmured, "Remember."

"When I was in the second grade of junior high school, I jumped over the wall and skipped class. After I was caught by you, I was punished here by you to write a self-reflection all night, 5000 words. It was really terrible." I said, and distant memories came to mind.

At the same time, a familiar smell of tobacco wafted from downstairs, faint and difficult to detect.

"I asked you to write so many words on purpose... so that you could spend more time with me." Song Sinan suddenly clasped my shoulders with his hands, lowered his head, and looked at me with burning eyes.