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

I had surgery on my vocal cords, and now my voice is obviously hoarse and deep, unlike the crisp tone before.

He won't know it's me.

But I clearly heard the familiar sound of his breath, as if he was breathing right next to my ear, and I couldn't help but hold the phone tightly.

"Which one?"

An indifferent male voice came, without any emotion.

After two years, I finally heard his voice, and it was the first time I was so "close" to him.

My eyes were sore, swollen and hot, and my heart was churning with various emotions. There was a voice in my heart that said: Fu Yanshen, I am still alive.

But there is no way to say that.

I secretly took a deep breath, fearing that he would hang up this strange call again, and quickly turned my brain, "Hello, sir, I am a student at Imperial College. Does the villa at No. 32 Downing Street belong to you?"

In order to get him to say a few more words to me, I had to ask him something more personal.

On the other end, he was obviously silent.

"How did you know?" After a moment, he spoke again.

He still remembers this villa.

I smiled and deliberately teased him: "What do you think?"

"Who are you?" He on the other end said in a confused tone, with a hint of impatience.

My heart tightened, wouldn't he be suspicious?

Probably not. My "death" was designed to be perfect. I heard Leng Xiao say that the corpse was that of a death row prisoner. The red moles under the armpits were the same as mine. They were highly burnt and the DNA had been manipulated. There would be no trace of anyone. Doubt my death.

When I think about it, I feel a little disappointed in my heart.

It's that kind of ambivalent mentality of fearing that he would find out that I'm still alive, recognize me, and cause trouble again, but also selfishly hope that he knows.

After struggling for a while, I spoke again, "I am an international student and want to rent that villa as a dormitory. I got your number from an old lady named Misa."

"No rent." He replied coldly.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

He has hung up.

A feeling of loss overwhelmed me.

I froze and listened to the "beep" busy tone for a long time before hanging up the old-fashioned red microphone.

The snow fell harder and harder, and the snowflakes fell on the palms of my hands and melted into water in an instant.

I looked at the students who had just walked out of school, and the image of Fu Yanshen riding a motorcycle and stopping in front of me suddenly came to mind.

At that time, after I got in the car, I hugged his waist intimately. He visibly stiffened. I thought he was unhappy that I flirted with him, so I had to let go of him.

He stepped on the accelerator and sped off. I was so scared that I hugged him tightly again.

Now I understand that he did it on purpose.

As I thought about it, an aunty smile appeared on my lips, and I missed him even more.

In these two years of separation, I love him more than ever before.

Passionately, lovingly.

Obviously I am still alive and he is well, but we have to endure the torture of "separation in life and death". I not only miss him, I also miss my friends and artists.

As far as I know, Makino is now the boss of Qinghe, and has gradually moved from the top to the background; Shen Hanxing lived up to my expectations and became a first-line star; Ji Yan and Wen Yu got married; Song Sinan also got engaged; Luoluo is still single...

I haven't found any news about Ouyang. She used to be very low-key.

These friends all have close relatives, and they will not be sad for long after my "death".

What I am most reluctant to let go of is... Fu, Yan, Shen.

Although he seems to be doing well, I'm afraid it's just a facade.

How I want to go back and see him, even if it is secretly...

……

But just think about it.

Leng Xiao looked at me closely. I don’t have a passport, so I can’t go back.

I can only continue to use busy work to replace missing me.

In the afternoon, with Martin boots on my feet and a black woolen coat draped over my shoulders, I landed at the Ronis counter in the mall with a step that I didn't even recognize.

The exquisite display windows displayed fashionable clothing, jewelry and watches. When several cabinet ladies saw me, they immediately stopped smiling and stood in two rows with fear and respect. They shouted in unison:

"Mr. Jiang, good afternoon!"

They all wore white shirts and black high-waisted wide-leg pants and spoke fluent English.

Among the six people, four are indigenous and two Chinese girls are part-time international students I hired specially for work-study studies.

"it is good."

I nodded to them, walked to the window, and browsed the products.

"Mr. Jiang, are you doing market research again?" Annie, the counter sister, asked respectfully.

I said expressionlessly, "Yes, give me this month's sales statistics."

"Mr. Jiang..."

Listening to her hesitating voice, my face darkened, I narrowed my eyes slightly, turned around, and asked seriously:

"did not do?"

"No, it's because we haven't had time to count yesterday's results." Annie waved her hands quickly and said tremblingly.

I raised my wrist and glanced at my watch, "It's been 14 hours since yesterday. Why haven't you finished counting it after so long?"

I asked sternly.

When Annie and a few others saw me getting angry, they all looked away and didn't dare to look at me.

"Welcome, Ronis!"

At this time, they were well trained and shouted with a ninety-degree bow.

From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a tall and tall black figure walking in from the door. The "tap-tat" sound of men's leather shoes stepping on the ground shook my heart.

I suddenly turned my head, and when I saw that unforgettable handsome face, my breath was taken away from me in an instant, and my whole body froze.

I thought he was hallucinating?

The combination of black and white, well-cut high-end suits and shirts, simple and ascetic, complement his cold and distant temperament, and the long windbreaker draped on his shoulders adds a bit of domineering to him.

The cold-toned lighting of the counter illuminated his handsome face even more coldly white, with three-dimensional and deep facial features, thick eyebrows and deep eyes, and two thin lips lightly pursed...

He walked towards me with long legs, like an international supermodel stepping out of a window poster.

My vision became increasingly blurry, my throat was clogged, and my heart seemed to be firmly hooked. I subconsciously took steps towards him.

As I passed by, his sleeve slightly brushed my arm, leaving behind a cool woody fragrance, like walking in the pine forest after snow...

"Sir, what do you need?"

"Please help me recommend some jewelry suitable for the elderly."

He spoke fluent English and talked to Annie. I finally came back to my senses, regained my breath, and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in my world in disbelief, thinking about me day and night.

He looks neither fat nor thin, energetic, and looks like an elite.

He didn't recognize me just now, didn't even look at me.

I turned my back, took a few deep breaths, tried my best to calm down my emotions, turned around, and actively walked to him, with a warm smile on my face.

"Hello, sir, I am an executive of this brand. I just heard that you want to choose jewelry for the elderly. I can recommend and introduce a few styles for you to choose from."

I looked him straight in the eyes and said politely.

I was calm and composed, but underneath my well-trained appearance, my heart was beating wildly with excitement and my blood was boiling.