That night, Wen Jiu had a dream.
In his dream, his mother gently but firmly pushed him toward Feng Chi, her smile serene, "My darling, I wish you happiness."
Wen Jiu's eyes welled up with tears, and she choked out softly, "... Mom."
"Your parents passed away so early, leaving you all alone so soon. It's impossible not to worry and feel guilty." Mom wiped away tears from her eyes. "Now I can finally rest easy."
Wen Jiu pouted, and tears fell silently.
"Go."
Wen Jiu kept turning back to look at her mother until her figure disappeared before resolutely turning around and burying herself in the man's arms, holding him tightly with both hands.
" Feng Chi..."
Feng Chi was suddenly woken up by his wife's rubbing against him in his sleep. The hand around his waist was unusually strong, making it hard for him to breathe.
But the damp warmth on his chest brought him to his senses, and he gently patted the back of the person in his arms.
A gentle voice asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Wen Jiu shook her head and said in a muffled voice, "It's just... I'm too happy... it feels a little unreal, and I'm also a little scared."
So happy that I'm afraid of losing it.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
Feng Chi kissed him gently, his delicate kisses landing on his eyebrows, forehead, and nose, before finally lingeringly capturing his lips.
Everyone knows we're together, and we'll never be apart.
Wen Jiu nodded in response.
At this moment, Wen Jiu was incredibly docile. When Feng Chi wanted to kiss him, he would part his lips on his own initiative. When Feng Chi reached out to hug him, he would snuggle into his arms, his hands and feet entwined around him, doing whatever he was asked to do.
The sounds of their breathing and the subtle friction were especially alluring in the quiet night.
"Wife, you're doing this..."
Feng Chi took a deep breath, his voice already hoarse. He gently bit Wen Jiu's lips and said, "You're driving me crazy."
Both of them were very tired today. Wen Jiu had been working non-stop for a long time for the concert. The whole internet was looking forward to the two having a happy and harmonious wedding night, but only Feng Chi knew Wen Jiu's schedule.
He felt sorry for him.
Even though Wen Jiu always appeared to be in high spirits, he still felt sorry for her.
After finally calming her down from her excited state, Wen Jiu clutched Feng Chi's clothes, her eyelids drooping, and she almost fell asleep the moment her head hit the bed.
But unexpectedly, in the middle of my sleep, someone started to get restless again.
Wen Jiu shrank her neck, feeling a little scared, but at this moment, she wanted to feel Feng Chi's aura more.
So Wen Jiu leaned in, nuzzled the man's Adam's apple, and kissed the beauty mark at the corner of his eye.
"I... I actually... don't dislike this kind of thing."
He gasped for breath as the Feng Chi.
A barrage of comments from fans flashed through my mind, all of them revolving around that magical equation for the arrogant, straight-male wife:
Not dislike = Like = Love
Feng Chi chuckled helplessly, recalling the psychological interpretations fans had of their idol, and for a moment felt like he was going crazy.
But beneath that beautiful voice lay an undisguised, wild joy.
Wen Jiu's body immediately went limp from his laughter.
He stubbornly insisted, "Anyway, I've already done what I should and shouldn't have done a long time ago."
Feng Chi smiled again.
Wen Jiu was so embarrassed that she was completely sober now.
Feng Chi sighed, "I wouldn't have dared to say that before, for fear of touching your straight-male nerve, and you'd punch me and call me a pervert."
Wen Jiu: "..."
"They'll even call me an unfilial son."
Wen Jiu: "..."
Feng Chi was overjoyed and wished he could preserve this historic moment forever so he could watch it with his wife when they were old, and maybe even make Wen Jiu furious.
Bigshot Feng's mind worked quickly, and he soon remembered the wristwatch. He reached out to touch it, and it was still there.
The eavesdropping and location tracking data has long been taken back; the Feng Chi is too precious to show to anyone else and has been stored in a safe.
Feng Chi felt a secret pleasure as his fingertips slipped through the gap in the watch strap, caressing the delicate skin of his wrist.
His gaze gradually deepened.
What are you doing?
Wen Jiu had no idea what was going on in this pervert's mind. He just instinctively felt a little itchy. He snatched his wrist back from the man's hand, turned the watch strap around, and turned his back in a huff.
I'm ignoring you, going to sleep.
Feng Chi quickly pulled the person back. "Are you angry?"
Wen Jiu snorted coldly.
Feng Chi kissed him affectionately, "I was wrong, I got carried away, I was naughty."
Wen Jiu closed her eyes, pretending not to hear.
I rarely ask for it willingly, and this jerk won't give it to me.
Wen Jiu buried her face in the pillow, preferring to suffocate rather than let anyone kiss her.
I couldn't fish it out of the Feng Chi, and I couldn't kiss its face properly. I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.
Looking at the little bundle lying in bed, Feng Chi clenched his fist and put it to his lips, almost bursting out laughing.
His shoulders were trembling slightly.
Are you really angry?
Wen Jiu's voice was deep and aloof. "Heh."
Feng Chi picked up the small Feng Chi doll from the bedside table and poked his back repeatedly. "Get up, I was really wrong."
Feng Chi suppressed a laugh, "I'll give you as much as you want."
Wen Jiu shifted her position, subtly changing her breathing. "You're the one who wants it, you pervert."
"Yes, that's what I want. Please, have mercy and forgive me this time."
Feng Chi out to scoop him up, his thin lips deliberately brushing against his earlobe, then he bit down on the earlobe and slowly rubbed it, whispering, "Husband..."
Suddenly, Wen Jiu's face turned bright red all the way to her ears; she was completely furious.
Feng Chi: "Give it to me, okay?"
A rustling sound rang out, Wen Jiu slowly turned around, her peach blossom eyes misty with moisture, her face flushed with embarrassment.
He spoke, but his tone was very cold. "You said it yourself."
Feng Chi couldn't understand why Wen Jiu was so cute.
Private hospitals in Beijing.
The sky outside the window is very blue, with long white clouds drifting by, and below is a vibrant spring scene.
Lin Shuheng quietly looked out the window at the slowly drifting clouds, a breeze blowing in through the window.
After tidying up the bed next to her, the nurse said to the young man by the window, "Patient in bed 27, you can be discharged now. Please go to the front desk to complete the discharge procedures."
Lin Shuheng paused for a moment, then turned and smiled at the nurse.
"Good."
After being discharged from the hospital, Lin Shuheng stood at the hospital entrance, facing a bustling street and in the distance, towering commercial buildings.
Pedestrians were dressed in casual clothes, and traffic at the traffic light intersection was orderly. There were also vendors selling breakfast and fruit on the left side of the intersection.
Seeing these ordinary little scenes again evokes a sense of long-lost familiarity, as if from another world.
Lin Shuheng lowered his head and smiled, then turned to the left, where he met a pair of familiar eyes and eyebrows.
Wen Jiu wore a black mask, revealing his clear and beautiful peach blossom eyes. He was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and casual pants, with white sneakers on the bottom. He stood there neatly and cleanly, with no one else around.
But Lin Shuheng noticed a black sedan parked not far away.
"I heard you were discharged from the hospital today. You must have recovered both physically and mentally."
Wen Jiu took a small package out of her pocket and tossed it to him, saying, "This is for you."
Lin Shuheng reached out and caught it, then unfolded it to take a look.
It's wedding candy.
Lin Shuheng looked slightly taken aback.
"I married Feng Chi not long ago; you can find it by searching online."
Wen Jiu smiled, his eyes crinkling. His eyes were bright, with light amber pupils, and his smile was clear and sparkling.
Lin Shuheng had to admit that he was different from himself.
Those eyes alone, so expressive when they smile, are something I could never learn, nor could I ever have.
But it doesn't matter now. Having gone through life and death and crawled back from a filthy and terrifying hell, Lin Shuheng realized that those things he once valued so much were all fleeting.
When a person is gone, everything is gone.
Fame, fortune, spotlight, fans, and things that don't belong to me—none of it matters anymore.
Lin Shuheng let out a soft breath. "Thank you."
I didn't expect you to come.
Wen Jiu blinked, her gaze calmly fixed on him.
"I clearly targeted you so much back then." Lin Shuheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "In my past life..."
Wen Jiu then realized that the other person had also regained their memories.
"I already got my Feng Chi back from my past life, so you're the one who's really in a worse situation."
Wen Jiu interrupted him, "In this life, although you were truly despicable for the past seven years, we've all been enemies who have cursed each other's ancestors, so there's nothing more to say."
"The entertainment industry is a place of fame and fortune, a cesspool. If you can climb up to the level of those in power, that's a skill in itself."
"We simply chose different paths."
Wen Jiu refused to accept the unspoken rules, which made him a target of public criticism. Even without Lin Shuheng, many people would still want to get rid of him.
Lin Shuheng's acceptance was simply a choice to give up certain things for his own goals.
In the adult world, things are always handled one way at a time.
"I may look down on you, hate you, and want to curse you, but I don't want you to die; it hasn't come to that."
"Now, we're even."
Lin Shuheng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. He subconsciously took a step forward.
Lin Shuheng saw the black car in the distance move forward a short distance at the same time, and he knew who was in the car, so he dared not approach rashly.
Wen Jiu, oblivious to the situation, continued, " Feng Chi has investigated. Your parents are still alive, and you're considered well-off in this small town. You can go home and rest for a while before thinking about what to do next."
"Given your qualifications and personality, a comeback wouldn't be difficult. Even if you don't become a huge star, at least..."
Wen Jiu's meaning was quite clear: if he spoke up, Feng Chi would turn a blind eye, essentially giving him a way out in the entertainment industry.
"No. I was living too stressfully before, fighting for too many things, and as a result, I lost my original self."
Lin Shuheng smiled. "Now, I want to get it back."
Wen Jiu was taken aback, then secretly inquired, "What are you planning to do?"
Wen Jiu sized Lin Shuheng up and down. He looked like a delicate, innocent-looking girl with a pretty face, but he couldn't sing or dance and didn't have any other skills.
If you don't chase traffic and make money, what else can you do?
Could it be that being reborn means I have some hidden skills?
Wen Xiaojiu's thoughts wandered. Perhaps in his previous life, after his death, this person had mastered some kind of skill?
That doesn't seem right. After he died, Feng Chi arrested Lin Shuheng, so he probably didn't have time to learn.
System? Cheat Code?
"I want to open a dessert shop, make cakes," Lin Shuheng had been planning this for some time, "Starting as an apprentice."
Wen Jiu choked for a moment, quickly stopping her increasingly wild thoughts. "It's... it's pretty good."
"Ahem!" Wen Jiu shook her head to clear her mind of the novel's plot, and smiled at Lin Shuheng, "I hope I'll have the chance to eat your cake someday."
Lin Shuheng smiled easily, "Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"
Wen Jiu's lips twitched, and she pretended to kick him. "Get the hell out of here!"
"If you dare poison me, I'll smash your shop! I'll settle all scores, old and new!" Wen Jiu said irritably. "I'm ignoring you, I'm leaving."
I'm going to find Feng Chi, hmph.
Lin Shuheng stood there, watching the slender, tall figure leave, disappearing from sight along with the car.
After a long while, he finally opened the bag of candy in his hand and flicked it with his fingertips.
After counting, there were exactly nine.
Unwittingly caught in a display of affection, Lin Shuheng wasn't annoyed. He unwrapped a piece of candy, popped it into his mouth, and turned to leave from the other side.
"It's quite sweet..."
Lin Shuheng was a little reluctant to part with the candy, so he stuffed the remaining candy into his pocket, intending to save it for later.
A slight smile played on her lips, her eyes brimming with new life.
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People with different paths cannot work together. That concludes the story of Lin Shuheng; consider this a new beginning.
In the future, perhaps he will hear his former arch-rival's songs in dessert shops, see Wen Jiu's promotional posters, and like millions of ordinary people, watch the people on the stage through electronic screens, occasionally go to concerts, and then come back to continue his own life.