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

"Why, don't you know?" I looked at him with sarcasm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and pursed his thin lips.

"He is so perfect. I was not worthy of him before. Now, as a fake daughter, I am even less worthy of him." I said lightly with a wry smile on my lips.

The strength on his arm gradually weakened, and Fu Yanshen slowly let go of me.

"I don't even deserve a bodyguard now." I raised my lips, looked at him, and said something meaningful.

Once upon a time, how could I, a good-for-nothing young lady, not feel inferior when facing such a cold bodyguard as him?

Because of the filter of love, he is perfect in every aspect in my heart. Even if he is an orphan, he is synonymous with beauty, tragedy and strength in my eyes.

It was precisely because of the flaws in his life experience that I had the courage to take the initiative to marry him.

Fu Yanshen looked at me without saying a word, his deep eyes were dull, as if covered with a layer of deathly ashes.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, but it could not conceal the gloomy temperament exuding around him.

He seemed not to belong to this world.

I didn't want to guess what he was thinking at the moment, so I turned around and walked towards the main road of the campus.

Winter is approaching, everything is withered, and the plane trees on both sides of the main road are bare, with only a few scattered plush balls hanging on the branches.

Passing by the basketball court, the handsome image of Song Sinan once playing ball vaguely appeared in my mind.

He is both civilized and military, a top student and a school idol, and is a male god worshiped by all the boys.

I think if he confessed to me when I had a crush on him, I would definitely not accept him.

Luoluo called me and asked me why I refused.

She only recently learned that Song Sinan also liked me before, and she thinks that me being with him now just makes up for her previous regrets.

I replied to her without any regrets.

If I had just been reborn, I might still have worked hard to pursue love and happiness.

Now, I am almost struggling to survive, so why talk about feelings?

In the past, my love brain was purely based on having enough to eat and having nothing to do.

……

I remember that every winter solstice, I would accompany my father to eat dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage and pork.

On the winter solstice today, I waited until almost noon, but he didn’t call me to go back for dinner...but I still couldn’t help but go home.

I don’t know how my father feels about me now, but in my heart, he is still my relative.

He used to dote on me so much, but after hearing that I was bullied by Fu Yanshen, he agreed to my divorce from him without saying a word.

In the study, he was on the phone on the balcony.

I stood by the desk waiting for him.

There is an open book on the desk, with a seven-inch color photo sandwiched in the middle.

In the photo, there is a young woman dressed in the style of the 1990s.

Wearing a white shirt and jeans, against the light, with long hair disheveled, lazy and casual, fair skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, she looked like a Hong Kong style goddess of that era.

But I am sure that she is not an actress, and I have never seen her.

Could it be that she is dad's former lover?

Growing up, I never knew that my father had any affairs.

"Qiaoqiao is here..." Dad walked in at some point with a gentle voice.

When I saw him after not seeing him for many days, the tip of my nose felt sore, and his temples were a lot whiter.

"Today is the winter solstice." I said softly, lacking confidence.

He nodded, "Why are you still thinking about me?"

"Dad, of course I miss you and mom... Do you think you dislike me..." I didn't have the courage to say the next words.

"Let's go downstairs to eat." Dad said solemnly without responding to half of my words.

Mom went to Mount Wutai again to burn incense and pray for blessings. After the last incident, Beichen was kicked out of the branch by his father. He also prevented Beichen from pestering me.

There were only two of us at the dinner table.

There was obviously a gap between my father and me. He spoke very little and didn't look at me very much.

"Dad, have you found out that it's a problem with the hospital? Is your biological daughter missing?" I asked curiously.

I never thought about finding my biological parents.

Even if I found him, I would find it difficult to accept the thought of treating strangers as my parents.

After listening to my words, my father's chopsticks paused. He was lost for a moment and then said calmly: "Where to look for..."

I frowned, found the hospital where I was born, and checked the children born on that day. Even if they tested DNA one by one, it wouldn't be difficult for the Sheng family, right?

The Sheng family has not declined to the point where it is impossible to find out their biological children.

Seeing my father's miserable look, I didn't dare to ask any more questions. Maybe it was because Fu Yanshen's revenge had devastated his prosperous age, and he no longer had the time to look for his biological daughter.

……

Shengshi has now declined to the point where even if I am not a fake daughter, I will be looked down upon by the Beijing circle. What’s more, I am still a genuine fake daughter that everyone knows.

The hotel's luxurious large box has several famous calligraphy and paintings hanging around the walls, which is elegant yet elegant.

A group of bigwigs from the entertainment industry in the Beijing circle were vomiting smoke and creating a foul atmosphere.

I sat at the bottom, and next to me sat Makino, who had come to socialize with me.

Sitting at the top was Xu Zhen, a famous fifth-generation director in Beijing.

He had a short buzzcut, gray hair, and was dressed casually. He held a cigar between his fingers and was talking to the assistant beside him. Every word he said was laced with curse words. He was older than my father.

However, in his early years, Xu Zhen followed my father’s group of second-generation officials.

If it were in the past, when I was the person sitting at the head of a dinner party with him, he would be just a sidekick at most, and he would flatter me by saying "Miss".

In the past, he would have asked Makino to sing the ending theme song of his new movie.

Now, the contract was about to be signed, and he had to make a temporary substitution.

I brought Makino to fight for it tonight.

"Little girl, why are you so dumbfounded? You don't have any eyesight. Come on, pour some wine for Mr. Zhen." The assistant producer, Mr. Chen, knocked on the table and shouted at me.

I raised the corners of my lips, put on a smile on my face, stood up knowingly, walked around the huge round table, and walked for a while before reaching Xu Zhen's side.

"Director Xu, I'll fill up the wine for you."

I said with a smile, learning to lower my posture as much as possible. I could no longer look above my head like before, and walk away when I was unhappy.

Xu Zhen took a puff of his cigar, put his elbows on the table, turned slightly sideways, and looked up at me.

He touched my lower back with one hand. I was shocked and forced myself to pour the wine.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Shanda? Why did you pour me wine? How dare I..." He asked knowingly and deliberately sarcastic.

"Director Xu, you don't know yet, but I am the fake daughter of the Sheng family who got married by mistake. I am no longer a young lady."

For the sake of the contract, I could only satisfy his bad taste and pretend to be heartless and laugh at myself in public.

"The former Beijing princess has become a down-and-out fake daughter? It's interesting." Xu Zhen took a puff of cigarette and slowly stroked my lower back with his dirty hands.

Soon it was about to reach my buttocks, so I stepped aside and quickly picked up the wine glass to divert his attention, "Director Xu, let me toast you."

Xu Zhen is also an old fox. He must know my thoughts well.

He didn't speak. Under his swollen eyelids, a pair of turbid and yellow triangular eyes stared at me. He patted my thigh and motioned for me to sit on it.