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

My nerves were tense, and I instinctively wanted to break away from him. Beichen tightened his arms and hugged me tighter. His chin rested heavily on the top of my hair.

"Beichen, let go -"

"Sister, you are the only relative who has given me warmth. They only care about whether I study well and whether I have the ability to inherit the family business. Only you care about whether I am tired or happy..."

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol enveloped me, and Beichen's voice became increasingly hoarse, as if coming from the heart. His body was trembling slightly, and he leaned on me with all his weight, as if he was very dependent on me.

I vaguely remember that when he was sick and had a fever when he was young, he would call "sister" instead of "mom".

When I heard him say the word "relatives", I didn't break away anymore, and I still regarded him as the brother who made people feel sorry for me.

When I was a child, I bought small cakes from the school canteen and took them home and secretly fed them to him. When Ms. Dai found out, she said they were inferior cream and even gave him vegetable oil to induce vomiting.

If you do a wrong math question, you will be locked up in a dark and damp basement for a night.

In the first twenty years of his life, he was controlled and mentally abused, with no freedom or self.

I patted the back of his hand gently and comforted him: "Don't be sad. From now on, we will still be relatives. Go inside, the wind is blowing."

He visibly stiffened and tightened his grip on me.

I frowned, "Bei——"

"Sister, my stomach hurts." He muttered, his tone seemed to be forbearing.

He must have been drinking. He must have been drinking a lot in the past two years or so.

I helped him into the room, sat down on the bedside of the guest room, took off his expensive suit jacket and hung it up, pulled the quilt over his abdomen, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll find your stomach." medicine."

"Ah."

His eyes were slightly closed, his handsome face was pale, and he looked weak.

I went to find stomach medicine for him, poured a glass of warm water, and fed him. I also found the baby warmer I used in winter, heated it, and applied it to his stomach.

"Do you feel better?" I asked with concern.

"Yeah." He opened his eyelids and responded to me, his eyes seeming to wander around the bedroom that was more than ten square meters in size.

"I'll go and heat a glass of milk for you. It will make your stomach feel better."

I was about to get up when Beichen hugged me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder, "Sister, I still want you to live a pampered life like before, without having to work so hard. From now on, I will support you, your I’ll find someone to help you take care of the company.”

Listening to his words, the tip of my nose felt slightly sour, and I was very moved.

"Beichen, I have long gone through the bitterness of my life's decline. Now I don't feel hard. Instead, I live a very fulfilling life and have a sense of value. Unlike before, I was always worrying about gains and losses, and was afraid of losing this and that." I raised my hand. The corner of her lips told him what was in her heart.

"Bam—"

The door was suddenly knocked open, I was shocked, and Beichen hugged me tighter.

Fu Yanshen stood at the door, dressed in black, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura. His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and there were mixed emotions surging in his eyes.

A pair of deep gazes were like sharp arrows quenched with poison, piercing me and Beichen. The eye sockets were visibly bloodthirsty and scarlet.

I bumped into Beichen hugging me, is he going crazy again?

I stood up immediately, but Beichen got out of bed before me and stood in front of me, "Sister, stay away."

After his words fell, I felt that he was also exuding a violent energy, and his aura was not inferior to Fu Yanshen's.

"Beichen, don't fight!"

I shouted, took a step away, and was about to scold the man at the door when I saw him pick up a white Windsor chair and throw it at Beichen fiercely and quickly.

"Beichen!"

I exclaimed.

Beichen quickly sidestepped and Fu Yan jumped into the air. The chair fell to the ground with a loud noise.

At this time, Beichen raised his fist at him to fight back. Fu Yanshen grabbed his fist and wrist, and with a strong force, he threw him over his shoulder and fell heavily to the ground.

"Beichen!"

"Fu Yanshen! Stop it!"

I reacted, rushed forward, and stood in front of him. His fist hit my cheek, bringing a strong wind.

He was so frightened that he instinctively closed his eyes, but the pain did not subside for a long time, and his wrist was clasped.

When I opened my eyes, Fu Yanshen had already pulled me out of the guest room door.

"Fu Yanshen, let me go!"

I shouted angrily, and my back hit the hard door panel. The man's tall body pressed against me, imprisoning me between his chest and the door.

This is my bedroom.

His rough fingers held my chin, smelling of strong hormones and a faint smell of blood. His fingers were dripping with blood.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, you know that that boy has been secretly in love with you since childhood!" The man almost gritted his teeth and said, his deep eyes full of anger and jealousy seeming to swallow me up.

I rolled my eyes at him fearlessly, "So?"

He took a deep breath, his face became increasingly livid, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, "You still let him hug you! You still let him hug you while sitting on the bed with him, Sheng Qiaoqiao, I'm not dead yet!"

"Fu Yanshen, what is my relationship with you? Have we gotten back together? Does it have anything to do with who I hugged? Even if I sleep with someone, you have no right to interfere!"

I snorted and rebutted him.

"Don't make me angry with your stupid words again!" He scolded me in a low voice, looking like he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

I'm not afraid of his dog-like behavior.

"Fu Yanshen, from the moment you chose to give your heart to others, said harsh words to force me to give up, and gave up on me, you should have thought that such a day would come!"

Although Beichen and I have nothing to do with each other, I just want to use this incident to make him understand how outrageous what he did was!

He hurts me and himself!

I gave my heart to others. I finally survived two years in a coma, and now I have to take anti-rejection drugs for the rest of my life.

What if there is no matching heart?

He's long dead...

Fu Yan stared at me in silence, with complicated emotions surging in his eyes. Finally, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "What day?"

When the sound fell, he let go of my chin, held my cheeks with both hands, and blew his hot breath on the tip of my nose. He was about to kiss me, but I immediately looked away.

The man's lips rubbed my cheek, "Qiaoqiao, I'm not afraid that you'll fall in love with me, you won't. I'm angry because you were hugged by Sheng Beichen and he touched you."

It was as if the words were squeezed out from between the teeth.

Hearing what he said, I became even more angry. I raised my hand to slap him, but he easily grabbed it.

"Fu Yanshen, where do you get your confidence from? Beichen, Song Sinan, Muye... I would be happier with any one of them than with you!"

Listening to my words, Fu Yanshen's eyes became darker and darker. He moved towards me to kiss me again. I looked away again, and his face was buried in the side of my neck, biting it with his lips and teeth.

I raised my knees to touch his most vulnerable area, but he quickly raised his legs to restrain me. Then, he held my face and kissed me wildly.

At the same time, the door panel behind me was kicked by Beichen outside.