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

I was standing under the red lantern hanging in the corridor outside the villa making a phone call. I glanced at him casually, and he who I had longed for but couldn't see suddenly broke into my field of vision.

In an instant, my heart was filled with joy and my previous disappointment was swept away.

He was wearing the suit that I carefully matched for him that day. It was brown wool, British retro style, and well-tailored, making his temperament even more noble.

My eyes were firmly attracted to his handsome and graceful face that will always be on my mind, and my heart beat wildly.

He came with his grandmother and cousin Anna.

I met his grandmother for the first time.

The old lady has white hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a black satin skirt and a royal blue velvet suit. She has the brooch I selected on her chest. She is elegant and natural.

The whole person exudes a kind and kind temperament.

Looking at them, I didn't want to make any more calls and walked over casually.

However, I didn't get close. Fu Yanshen was surrounded by several bigwigs from the overseas Chinese community who came out of the villa to greet and greet him.

With a faint smile on his lips, he shook hands with them one by one, showing calmness and elegance in his movements.

In the business world, he has long been a big figure at the top of the pyramid and admired by many stars.

However, wealth is vulnerable to power.

Thinking of this, I felt like I had been splashed with cold water. I took my steps back and walked into the villa full of domestic New Year atmosphere.

Due to the time difference, a replay of the "Spring Festival Gala" was playing on the TV, with loud gongs and drums, singing and laughter.

The lively atmosphere during the New Year is not inferior to that in China.

But, wherever I looked, they were all strangers to me.

The only lover who is so close to me, treats me like a stranger, and I am not allowed to recognize him.

I felt so depressed that I had nothing to do here. I took away a bottle of red wine and a goblet, and went to the terrace on the second floor, away from the noise, to sit on the sofa and drink alone.

As he drank, he raised his eyes and saw a familiar back in his sight.

The man stood with his back to me, tall and tall, standing by the railing of the terrace, seeming to be looking at the bustling night view of London.

In the distance, the night sky is filled with fireworks.

Looking at him, my feeling of disappointment increased again. I picked up a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, took out one, blew in the cold wind, and ran towards him.

"Mr. Fu!" I shouted with joy in my eyes.

Fu Yanshen slowly turned sideways, and the light illuminated his charming side face. I took small steps and skipped to him with a bright smile.

He looked down at me with deep eyes, nodded slightly, and then turned around again.

He looked like he didn't want to talk to me.

I really don't know whether I should be happy or disappointed. I am happy that after my "death", he is still not close to women, and I am disappointed that I can't get close to him and get along with him.

Walking to his side, I turned sideways and faced his profile, "Mr. Fu, can I borrow a fire?"

I don’t know if he has listened to me and continued to quit smoking in the past two years.

He doesn't smell like smoke.

Fu Yanshen turned his face, his eyes fell on the cigarette in my mouth, he was stunned for a moment, took out a black lighter with gold rim from his coat pocket, and handed it to me.

Not the Dupont I gave him...

I stared blankly at the Givenchy lighter lying in his palm. Suddenly, I remembered that lighters are not allowed on airplanes, so he must not have brought them out of the country.

After coming back to my senses, I looked at him with a smile on my face, gestured for him to light it for me.

Fu Yan frowned slightly, blinked, and then lit the lighter with a "click" sound. Orange flames jumped out, illuminating his eyes as black as deep pools.

The strong smell of tobacco filled the air. I lowered my head and took a deep breath.

He had already put away the lighter, turned his face away, and continued to watch the night scene.

In the past two years, I have smoked regularly to stabilize my mood, but I have not developed a bad habit.

As I smoked, I blew out one smoke ring after another playfully, pulled his arm, and showed him to look.

Fu Yanshen looked at the blue smoke rings slowly rising in the sky, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his eyes fell on my face. I also looked at him with a smile.

"Xiao Fu! Look, I learned it!"

In my ears, the bright and charming voice of my former self echoed.

When I was studying abroad, I saw him blowing out smoke rings when smoking, so I asked him to teach me out of curiosity. He refused to pay attention to me, so I taught myself and even showed off in front of him.

At that time, he looked serious and took the cigarette out of my mouth domineeringly, "Don't learn well."

"Xiao Fu, do you care about me? Why do you care about me? Who are you?" Not only was I not angry, I felt sweet in my heart. I really wanted a boyfriend who was a father.

She stood in front of him, raised her face and asked him with a smile.

He was obviously silenced by me, and after a while he said: "Your father told me to take care of you."

In the same scene, at this moment, Fu Yanshen turned around indifferently, not looking at me.

Can't he feel it's me?

I put out my cigarette angrily.

The banquet started downstairs, and we were placed at the same table. Fu Yanshen had not touched any wine. Someone proposed a toast to him, but Anna got up to stop him. I also drank a lot of wine.

At the end of the banquet, steaming dumplings were served.

"Shuyi, help me pass this plate of dumplings to Mr. Fu. He hasn't eaten it yet." My sister pushed me and said to me.

I opened my dazed eyes and said, "He doesn't eat dumplings."

My voice was neither loud nor quiet, and everyone at the table seemed to be looking at me.

"Miss Jiang Er and Mr. Fu, do you know each other?"

My head was spinning, and I heard Fu Yanshen say calmly: "I'm not familiar with it."

He even picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

he's changed.

He didn't eat dumplings before because it would remind him of his dead mother.

……

After the banquet ended, I watched Fu Yanshen and my grandma and cousin get into the car. The driver at home asked me to get in, but I ignored him. I left the villa alone and walked to the Thames River. I lay on the guardrail, watched the fireworks, and blew in the cold wind to relax. .

Suddenly, a turbid smell of alcohol, accompanied by a strong body odor, rushed towards me.

When I turned around, I saw an alcoholic homeless man rushing toward me. He was tall and tall with beards.

Fuck!

I yelled in my heart, picked up the rivet-encrusted bag, threw it at him, and yelled, "Shit!"

The homeless man was knocked down by me, I turned around and walked away, and he chased me again.

I turned around, rolled up my sleeves, and continued to attack him.

At this time, I noticed a tall figure standing under the streetlight not far away. When I looked closely, I saw that it was really Fu Yanshen. He had a cigarette in his mouth and seemed to be looking here.

When the homeless man rushed towards me, I deliberately did not resist and ran towards him, helplessly shouting for help.

Looking at the cold and handsome man under the street lamp, I felt like I was about to return. I threw myself into his arms, hugged his waist, and said, "Help me!"

I begged him pretending to be helpless, rubbing my face against his hard chest and sucking his breath wantonly.