After being reborn as a passerby, the fake daughter only wants to play badly

"You mentioned before that as long as Shen Anran's fate is changed, it will be considered a mission success. So, as long as she is still alive at that time, it will be considered a mission completed?"

Fat Cat pondered for a moment and replied, "In theory, that's right. There's no fixed answer."

"So, after the mission is successful, how do I get back?"

"Once the mission is judged successful, the space-time channel will open, and you, my master, can return through it."

A passage emerged in Shen Jiahe's mind. The book recorded that Shen Anran would die in early winter two years later.

As long as she is still alive and healthy after two years, the mission will be a success and they can return to the real world.

Her mission is to save Shen Anran, so what is Shen Anran’s own mission?

If she has no mission, why is she bound to the system?

Did the system exist when she came into this world, or did it appear later?

Shen Jiahe's mind was full of questions, but he had no clue yet.

She coldly ordered, "Keep an eye on the cat for me. Tell me if anything unusual happens."

The fat cat's tail wagged even faster, and its face was filled with excitement. "Got it. I'll definitely keep a close eye on it."

Shen Jiahe was not the only one who was troubled by doubts. Shen Anran lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The thought "Shen Jiahe is a book traveler" kept echoing in her mind.

If binding to the system means there is a task to be completed, then what is Shen Jiahe's task?

In her previous life, her mission had been completed, which was to play a vicious cannon fodder and add bricks and tiles to the heroine's face-slapping career.

So what about Shen Jiahe?

Did she reveal her identity so openly because she wanted to cooperate with her, or was her target directed at her from the beginning?

She doesn't seem to know that this world has been restarted. Forget it, I'll try again next time.

Ahhhh, this is so annoying.

Shen Anran roared in his heart, and while thinking, he kept rolling around on the bed, trying to sort out his thoughts, but he only felt more and more confused.

After thinking all night, she had dark circles under her eyes the next morning.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Shen Anran sighed softly.

Not only did she think about it all night, she also had nightmares all night. She dreamed that she was hit by cars countless times and was eaten by wild dogs several times.

When I saw my own death scene for the first time, I felt a little emotional.

Maybe I've dreamed about it so many times that I'm just numb.

Shen Anran did not go downstairs directly, but stood at the stairs, looking down to confirm whether Shen Jiahe was downstairs.

After confirming that it was safe, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to go crazy so early in the morning.

Jiang Wanqing's eyes were slightly swollen, perhaps because she had been crying.

When she saw Shen Anran approaching, a smile finally appeared on her face. She waved and said, "Anran, come and have breakfast."

"it is good."

The others had gone to the company early, and there were only the two of them at home. The hall was quiet, and Jiang Wanqing, who was usually talkative, did not say a word.

After breakfast, she said to Shen Anran, "Can you go somewhere with me later?"

"it is good."

Shen Anran vaguely sensed something, but didn't say much. She went back to her room and changed into a pure white casual outfit.

When passing a flower shop, Jiang Wanqing gestured to the driver to stop.

Jiang Wanqing picked a bouquet of chrysanthemums, while Shen Anran chose a large bouquet of gorgeous roses.

Jiang Wanqing frowned slightly and reminded, "An Ran, we are going to visit a deceased person. The flowers in your hand don't seem to be suitable. You should change a bouquet."

"I've learned about her preferences. She doesn't like chrysanthemums. She prefers bright roses because she hopes her life can be as passionate as roses."

"Do you know who we're going to visit?"

Shen Anran nodded, "I know."

Jiang Wanqing finally chose to believe Shen Anran, perhaps just as she said, to live as brilliantly as a rose.

Soon, they arrived at the tombstone, on which was embedded a photo of Liu Yiyi. It was an ordinary photo.

His eyes were lifeless and there was no smile on his face. He looked like a puppet, devoid of vitality.

Shen Anran recognized that this photo was taken before she traveled through time, and the person in the photo was the real Liu Yiyi.

Jiang Wanqing gently placed the rose next to the tombstone and whispered, "I'm not sure if you will like it."

She thought she would have a breakdown and burst into tears.

But when her eyes fell on the photo, she felt a strange sense of alienation.

The eyes and expression in the photo were completely different from the person in her memory, as if she was facing a stranger she had never met before.

Jiang Wanqing murmured to herself, "How strange."

"What's wrong?" Shen Anran asked curiously.

Shen Jiahe was in charge of the entire funeral of Liu Yiyi, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?

Jiang Wanqing touched the surface of the photo with her fingers, her eyes full of confusion.

"When I first saw her, I felt an inexplicable familiarity, as if I saw your shadow in her. But now, looking at her photo, I feel so strange, as if I saw her for the first time."

Shen Anran took her arm and said, "Maybe it was because Mom missed me so much at that time that she felt familiar with someone of the same age."

"maybe."

Shen Anran silently stared at Liu Yiyi's photo on the tombstone, muttering to herself, "May you be reborn into a good family in your next life, happy and fulfilled. The culprit who caused all this has been sent to a mental hospital. As for your heart, I will continue to search for it and seek justice for you."

A few days ago, the news of her death caused an uproar on the Internet, and some people even unreasonably accused the Shen Group of being the culprit of her death.

Shen Jiahe released a video that clearly recorded the moment when Zhang Lingling pushed Liu Yiyi down the stairs.

The source of the video is not important. What matters is that the content of the video is true and accurate. That is enough.

Liu Shuming did not hold Zhang Lingling responsible, and explained to the outside world that his sister Liu Yiyi had a poor heart condition and had experienced cardiac arrest many times.

As for the issue of leakage of business secrets, this will be handled by the legal department of Shen Group.

Liu Yiyi is like a chess piece on the chessboard. Even if she dies, she will be used several times by others.

In this incident, no one is innocent, even she, Shen Anran, is a sinner.

Just as they walked out of the cemetery, Shen Anran's eyes suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. "Please stop the car."

Jiang Wanqing heard this, a trace of confusion flashed across her face, "What's wrong?"

"I saw an old friend and wanted to go down and chat with him." Shen Anran explained.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll wait for you here." Jiang Wanqing didn't ask too many questions, secretly guessing the identity of this friend in her heart.