After his rebirth, Mr. Fu panicked

"what?"

There was a hint of contempt and confusion in Su Yaoyao's eyes. She was not even interested in taking a look at the document handed over by Fu Yanchuan. She pushed the document aside with a flick of her finger.

Her heart was filled with ripples. What good thing could Fu Yanchuan give her?

Fu Yanchuan stood in front of her with a look of helplessness and determination on his face.

He was not angry at Su Yaoyao's indifference, but just sighed softly and said, "Yaoyao, at least take a look."

There was a hint of pleading in his voice. It was indeed a bit selfish of him to drop out of school, but he really couldn't stand Su Yaoyao's frequent contact with Pei Shaoqing.

What he couldn't stand even more was the look Su Yaoyao gave Pei Shaoqing.

That look was filled with deep "admiration", as if that man was the only one in her world.

Whenever he saw such a look, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles and was in unbearable pain.

Su Yaoyao finally raised her head. She glanced at the document coldly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"A notarized copy of pre-marital property?"

She couldn't help but sneer: "Fu Yanchuan, what do you mean? Do you think I would covet your property? I tell you, I, Su Yaoyao, won't ask you for a penny! You forced me to get married."

Fu Yanchuan looked at her, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, with a tremor in his voice: "Yaoyao, you... do you really want to think of me as so dirty?"

Su Yaoyao had a cold smile on her face, with a hint of disdain and provocation in her eyes. She opened her red lips slightly, and sarcastic words flowed from her lips:

“Haha, are you clean at heart?”

Although the voice was low, it was like a sharp blade in the night wind, pointing directly at Fu Yanchuan's heart.

Su Yaoyao's eyes flashed with sharp light, as if she wanted to see through the secrets deep in the heart of this man who had always remained calm.

When Fu Yanchuan heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked up and met Su Yaoyao's gaze. Her deep eyes seemed to contain thousands of stories, yet they were like an abyss, making it impossible to see to the bottom.

He did not answer immediately, but slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep puff.

As the smoke swirled and rose, his face became even more unfathomable in the interweaving of the smoke.

He exhaled a puff of smoke gently, and said in a low and calm voice: "Whether your heart is pure or not is not for others to judge."

After hearing this, Su Yaoyao's lips curled up into an even deeper sneer, but she said no more.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became subtle and tense, and the surroundings seemed to become more solemn because of this brief confrontation.

"Yaoyao, even so, I...I just want to give you some assurance, to let you know that no matter what happens, I will stand by you."

His words made Su Yaoyao's heart move slightly, but she quickly suppressed the waves in her heart.

She looked at him coldly and said, "I don't need your assurance, Fu Yanchuan. The relationship between us was wrong from the beginning."

The morning light gradually fell, and a faint golden light filtered in through the windows, bringing a bit of warmth to the room.

Su Yaoyao stood in the light, with a look of determination in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and said calmly, "It's time to go to work. I'm leaving now. If you are really so afraid that I might plot against your property, you can leave me the will. After you die, I will never take a penny from you."

After she finished speaking, she turned around slightly, and her slender fingers gently touched the bread on the table.

Her movements were a little stiff, but she still tried to maintain her composure.

Picking up the bread, she prepared to leave this suffocating space, because she knew very well that if she stayed any longer, the depression in her heart would make her unable to breathe.

The moment she walked out of the room, a breeze blew gently, bringing with it the morning dew and the fragrance of flowers, as if bidding farewell to her.

Only Fu Yanchuan was left standing there, his eyes full of loneliness and helplessness.

He knew that he might have done something wrong, but could it be undone?

He knew it was impossible. Su Yaoyao hated him so much just in her dream. If she also had memories of her past life, would she think of stabbing him with a knife? Of course she would.

Fu Yanchuan's gaze lingered on the document for a long time. A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured in a low voice: "Yaoyao, this document, you don't even want to take a glance at it?"

He slowly opened the important document, revealing its contents - an admission letter from a women's college.

He carefully selected the music department for Su Yaoyao, hoping that she would pursue her dream there.

This school is located in the prosperous North City. The entry threshold is extremely high and only students from well-off families can enter to study there.

For Su Yaoyao, Fu Yanchuan spent 1 billion yuan and became a major shareholder of the school.

He thought that such dedication would win Su Yaoyao's gratitude or recognition, but he didn't expect that she had no interest in it and didn't even want to look at it.

Fu Yanchuan raised his head and looked into the distance outside the window, feeling an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

"Yaoyao, do you really hate me that much?" His voice was low and full of helplessness, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was asking the distant Su Yaoyao.

His gaze was so deep that it seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers of time and space and reach Su Yaoyao's heart.

However, the only response he got was silence and a faint sadness in the air.

When Su Yaoyao came out of the door, the driver was already waiting for her. At this time, Su Yaoyao saw two people and frowned...