Chapter 3: Rebirth

Luo Nanchu looked at the man before her, his face slightly flushed with faint anger, his gaze cold and piercing as he stared at her.

She was momentarily lost in thought.

She still vividly remembered the sensation before drowning—the salty, briny seawater slowly swallowing her whole. In the pitch-black depths of the ocean, she had allowed herself to be battered and engulfed by the waves.

The water was icy, the night sea bottomless and terrifying.

The man’s voice was hoarse and deep.

Laced with a hint of impatience.

“Luo Nanchu.”

Her thoughts were pulled back by his voice. She lifted her eyes to look at the man before her.

He let out a light hum, his tone carrying a faint mockery as he stated flatly,

“You dare to play such a despicable trick.”

“Have I been too lenient with you?”

Luo Nanchu jerked her head up, her pupils contracting sharply as she stared at the man.

Her unrelated family friend, Little Uncle—Fu Hansheng.

She had been reborn, returned to the night two years ago when she had slept with Fu Hansheng.

Fu Hansheng was six years older than her.

Because the Luo and Fu families were close friends, she had been staying at the Fu residence.

Seeing his handsome yet cold face, Luo Nanchu narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Fu Hansheng’s face was flushed, but not in a normal way.

It carried a hint of desire.

Luo Nanchu knew that both had been drugged.

Her own face wasn’t much better, with faint blushes on both cheeks.

She met Fu Hansheng’s gaze calmly.

“Fu Hansheng, I didn’t drug us.”

A sarcastic curve lifted the corner of Fu Hansheng’s lips, his eyes filled with indifference.

Clearly, he didn’t believe her.

But Luo Nanchu never expected him to.

Whether she explained or not was her choice.

Whether Fu Hansheng believed her was his business.

In her previous life, the door had been locked from the outside.

Unable to resist the effects of the drug, she had actively wrapped her arms around Fu Hansheng’s waist from behind, and an ambiguous atmosphere had spread throughout the room.

She had been unable to control her desire.

Fu Hansheng was forced to marry her, and from then on, he was convinced that she had drugged him.

She had fallen for Fu Hansheng at eighteen, and at twenty-two, this accident gave her the chance to marry him.

She had always known that Fu Hansheng had a first love, Song Feiwan, but she liked him, so after Song Feiwan left the country, she had pursued Fu Hansheng passionately.

Everyone knew she was in love with Fu Hansheng.

In Fu Hansheng’s eyes, it was all an act she had orchestrated—a calculated move to play hard to get.

Because of this incident, she got her wish and married Fu Hansheng, but he was forced into it.
Fu Hansheng hated her to the core.

During the two years of marriage, she had been miserable.

The year Fu Hansheng’s first love returned, Luo Nanchu’s life completely fell into the abyss.

Having been given a second chance at life, she would no longer cling desperately to Fu Hansheng.

Ignoring his sarcastic remarks, she strode into the bathroom, turned the water temperature to the coldest setting, and twisted the faucet to let the water run.

Hearing the sound of rushing water, Fu Hansheng pushed the door open.

His tall figure squeezed into the bathroom, his expression cold.

“Luo Nanchu, what are you trying to do now?”

She had originally planned to fill the bathtub with cold water and immerse herself in it.

But considering that the media would soon break in,

If she were soaking in the bathtub, drenched and disheveled, even if she were fully clothed, the media, true to their nature, wouldn’t miss a single shot.

They would still exaggerate and twist the story, misleading the public into thinking she and Fu Hansheng had slept together, creating explosive headlines.

Luo Nanchu took the knife and without hesitation slashed it toward her wrist.

A flicker of unusual emotion passed through Fu Hansheng’s eyes as he immediately grabbed her hand.

He caught the blade.

Luo Nanchu glared at him fiercely.

“Fu Hansheng, let go.”

Luo Nanchu seized the opportunity to push Fu Hansheng away and immersed her injured hand in cold water.

An intense, stinging pain spread throughout her body, replacing the uncomfortable feverish heat she had been feeling.
Luo Nanchu breathed a sigh of relief, and the damp moisture slowly moistened her eyelashes.

The pain surged relentlessly.

It hurt so much that she gasped sharply and clenched her lips.

Fu Hansheng narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, staring at her.

He spoke coldly.

“Luo Nanchu, what are you doing?”

Luo Nanchu glanced down at her arm submerged in the water, where red blood was seeping out and dispersing in the water.

She raised her head and met his gaze.

“Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see for yourself?”

The room was heated, and Fu Hansheng had taken off his suit jacket and overcoat at the banquet. Now, sweat had soaked through his back, and his thin shirt clung to his skin, even revealing the smooth contours of his spine.

In her previous life, Luo Nanchu had seen Fu Hansheng’s physique before.

His figure was excellent.

Even through just a thin shirt, one could vaguely make out the smooth, well-defined muscle lines beneath it, so Fu Hansheng draped his suit jacket back on.

She clicked her tongue lightly and looked at Fu Hansheng with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in you.”

Fu Hansheng raised an eyebrow slightly, watching her with a probing expression, and tried to pull her hand out of the water.

Luo Nanchu immediately shouted.

“Don’t move. Get out.”

“If someone barges in later and sees us alone together in the bathroom, they’ll definitely misunderstand.”
Fu Hansheng froze mid-action.

Luo Nanchu liked him, he had always known that.

He had deliberately avoided her affections.

As for the events of tonight, the only person Fu Hansheng could think of as the instigator was Luo Nanchu.

No one else would be bold enough to drug him.

Hurried, chaotic footsteps sounded.

A group of reporters carrying cameras broke through the door.

At that moment, Fu Hansheng appeared completely unruffled, sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed.

The reporters who rushed in exchanged puzzled glances, their faces filled with confusion.

They whispered to their colleagues.

“Wasn’t it said that President Fu and Miss Luo had an unspeakable relationship?”

“Yeah, didn’t Miss Luo personally promise we’d capture explosive news?”

Fu Hansheng scanned the media, stood up, and approached one of the reporters, lightly hooking the person’s ID badge with his fingertip.

“Who sent you?”

The reporter stammered, his eyes searching the room for Luo Nanchu.

“Luo… Nanchu.”

Fu Hansheng’s gaze darkened.

“Get out.”

Only when she heard her friend’s voice did Luo Nanchu’s anxious heart finally settle.

After being taken to the hospital, Luo Nanchu opened her eyes to find the effects of the drug had worn off.

The unbearable feverish heat had completely vanished.

The nurse had administered medication to her.

The wound on her wrist was bandaged.

A tall, slender figure stood by her side.

Fu Hansheng pulled a chair over to the bedside, his expression devoid of any emotion.

His gaze rested on her.

“Luo Nanchu.”

“Is this what you’ve learned over the years? Degrading yourself and drugging a man?”

Luo Nanchu sneered coldly and looked at him.

“I’d rather harm myself to stay safe than have the slightest connection with you, Fu Hansheng. You’re overthinking it.”

“I was also a victim in last night’s incident.”

Fu Hansheng’s brows slightly furrowed.

He stood up, turning his back to Luo Nanchu.

“I don’t want you to have any improper thoughts about her, nor should you even think about touching her.”

“Understood?”

Luo Nanchu let out a cold laugh.

“Fu Hansheng, I don’t like you anymore.”

“Do you understand?”

Hearing these words, Fu Hansheng abruptly turned around.

His gaze fell upon the woman on the bed.

Her face was delicate and pure, without any makeup, her lips pale in color.
His eyebrows lifted slightly, as if he couldn’t believe Luo Nanchu’s words.

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