After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people

Jiang Baige searched the house - but couldn't find it. She was desperate, so she sat on the floor and pounded her head.

This was the most desperate moment since her rebirth.

It doesn’t matter if the manuscript is lost…

What’s more important is that she is afraid that just like her manuscript will eventually be lost, her life, even if she knows the pitfalls she should avoid in the next ten years, she will still fall into other pitfalls unknowingly and end up with the same ending.

"No, no!"

She thought of the scene she had dreamed of when she was sick: she died suddenly at home, and was not discovered until a long time later, when the smell of a rotting corpse wafted from the house...

No, absolutely not.

She was not afraid of death, nor was she afraid of no one collecting her body. What she was afraid of was going back to the old path: having dreams but giving up easily, ultimately achieving nothing and dying with hatred.

Then didn't she get this chance to be reborn in vain?

She suddenly stood up from the floor, grabbed her cell phone and coat, and rushed out the door - she was going to ask the security guard for community surveillance, which was Hengluyuan's proud selling point.

"Ouch!"

Her head was mounted on a cotton-like "wall", followed by something hard.

Chest muscles?

Yao Jing reached out his hand and pulled her out of his arms: "What are you going to do in such a hurry? And you're only wearing a sweater?"

His eyes swept over Jiang Baige's feet: "You don't even wear socks? Do you know what kind of body you have..."

Before Jiang Baige could even say a word, Yao Jing pushed her into the house without any explanation.

"I……"

Jiang Baige was about to speak, when suddenly, her eyes stopped on Yao Jing's right hand.

"What's wrong?" Yao Jing followed Jiang Baige's gaze and looked at his right hand, "Oh, yes, you are talking about this computer bag, I forgot to tell you today..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Baige snatched the computer bag from his hand.

She unzipped it, and inside was the red laptop that she had almost turned the house upside down but still couldn't find!

"Why is my computer at your place?"

Jiang Baige almost roared out in anger.

Veins bulged out of her forehead, as if she would smash the computer on Yao Jing's head in the next second if he didn't give her a reasonable explanation.

"Don't worry..."

Yao Jing took a half step back in panic and stood firm: "When I was cleaning the room today, I accidentally spilled some water on your desk. I was worried that it would get on your computer, so I took it to be repaired..."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Look at you... you're like you're going to fight anyone who takes your computer. How can I dare to say anything?"

This is of course a case of putting the blame on someone else.

He knew it himself, so he softened his tone: "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. But I just wanted to fix your computer and didn't want to make you angry..."

Jiang Baige didn't care about that: "Is it fixed?"

Yao Jing nodded immediately and said, "No problem at all. Although some water got into the back, it has been fixed..."

After hearing this, Jiang Baige stopped talking to him and went back to the room with her computer.

Yao Jing was outside the door and heard the sound of Jiang Baige's bedroom door being locked - this was the first time Jiang Baige locked the door.

But Jiang Baige didn't care whether he was hurt or not.

Return to the room, turn on the computer immediately, enter the password, and confirm the files in the computer.

She checked them one by one and confirmed that all her manuscripts were not lost before she felt relieved.

She didn't care whether what Yao Jing said was true or false.

She knew that Yao Jing had to accompany him for a month, so he must have other plans...

But she also had other intentions: she wanted him to take care of himself, so that she could recover slowly and write with peace of mind.

She believes that the most stable relationship is one in which both parties know that they are using each other.

But unexpectedly, she still underestimated the man's cunning, especially... a man who was reborn once.

The dinner was tasteless. Jiang Baige didn't say a word the whole time and Yao Jing didn't dare to speak easily, for fear of offending her again.

After dinner, the two turned on the TV for the first time in a long time.

A sentimental love story is playing on TV, but unfortunately it is the most ancient idol drama of the time: "The domineering president falls in love with me but all the supporting characters are trying to break us up and those people only bully me and dare not bully the male lead."

She almost vomited when she saw it.

Jiang Baige stood up and was about to go back to her room to write, but Yao Jing stopped her.

"It's Qingming Festival soon. We have three days off. Do you have any plans... For example, going home?"

"Not ready yet."

This was the truth, but it also expressed that I didn't want to talk to him more.

Yao Jing nodded tactfully, swallowed the invitation he was about to make, and added: "I'm sorry about the computer thing, but... I really didn't mean it."

He is pretending to be pitiful.

Because he knew that Jiang Baige was a kind-hearted person. But he was wrong about one thing: Jiang Baige's kindness was limited to gender.

To him? No need.

Jiang Baige sneered in her heart and said in a bad tone: "Although we live under the same roof, we have made some things clear at the beginning - I will not be tempted by you. I am just concerned about you and wait for you to die. The main reason is that you take care of me. Therefore, we are just strangers. Please don't touch my things at will. This behavior is tantamount to stealing."

After saying that, she returned to the room, slammed the door and locked it.

***

A week later, when Qingming Festival was approaching, Jiang Baige decided not to go home.

Han Li, who learned the news, sent her a sincere invitation.

"Look, you're feeling much better now, and I don't want to see Yao Jing all the time, so why don't you accompany me to go for an outing?"

"I'm different from you. I'm a homebody."

Han Li shook his finger in a serious tone and said, "As your Muay Thai coach, I ask you to go out and get some fresh air!"

Then Jiang Baige couldn't refuse.

Moreover, being stuck at home for three days and facing Yao Jing every day was really annoying.

Only the numbers on the countdown that decreased every day could give her some comfort, and she didn't even find that thing eerie anymore.

Of course, she could just walk away.

But she had to admit that under Yao Jing's care, her health had indeed improved, which made her reluctant to leave...

"Don't think about it, I'll take you to a good place."

On the day of Qingming Festival, Han Li arrived at Hengluyuan before eight o'clock and woke up Jiang Baige who was still sleeping. Half an hour later, the two got into a taxi together.

"Where are we going?"

The taxi drove for more than an hour before Jiang Baige finally couldn't help but ask.

At this time, Han Li blinked and pointed out the window mysteriously: "We are here."

In front of me is a three-story building with black and gray exterior walls and a small garden.

Han Li took Jiang Baige, walked over with ease, and rang the doorbell.

"Master Wuhui, I am Han Li, and I have brought my friend here," she said.