reignition

Jiang Mian hailed a taxi and went to the mansion.

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief when the car stopped at the gate of the yard.

From the outside, the house was dark, with no lights on and the windows completely dark, indicating that Lu Bozhou had not returned.

Moreover, even the bodyguards who are usually stationed outside don't seem to be there.

Jiang Mian pressed her finger on the door lock; her fingerprint hadn't been deleted, and she opened the door easily.

She didn't linger on the first floor, but went straight to the third floor and opened the door.

I was initially worried that the man might do what he did before, staying inside without turning on the lights.

But the room on the third floor was empty and quiet.

However, the cloth that originally covered the paintings has been torn off.

So once you go in, you can see those paintings as soon as you turn your head: the four seasons she painted for him, and her paintings he painted.

Jiang Mian's gaze lingered on it only briefly.

Then he bent down, opened the drawer, and took out his old ID and old cell phone.

With a clang, something was moved by her movement and fell onto the drawer panel.

After all, they came here to 'steal' things.

The sudden sound startled Jiang Mian.

Looking down for a closer look, one could see that the source of the sound was a platinum ring.

Jiang Mian's gaze paused.

Of course she recognized the ring; it was the ring she wore when she married Lu Bozhou in her previous life.

The other one is a pair with Lu Bozhou's; he still wears it on his ring finger.

He never took it off after she died.

If Jiang Mian hadn't known in her previous life that Xu Yawei also had the same ring...

She probably really should believe that this man is very affectionate towards her.

He was deeply in love, but not with Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian gently flicked the ring with her fingertips, but didn't take it.

She only took what she intended to take, and then glanced back at everything in the room that once belonged to her.

Then he turned and walked out of the room.

Jiang Mian sat down on the stairs and turned on the screen of her old phone.

The screen's backlight illuminated Jiang Mian's face in the darkness.

The phone wallpaper caught her eye. Looking at the wedding photo of her and Lu Bozhou on the wallpaper, she felt as if she were in another world.

Jiang Mian and Lu Bozhou didn't take any proper wedding photos; they just took a few to make banners for their wedding.

Jiang Mian treasured these photos very much; she only had a few pictures of herself and Lu Bozhou together, so she used them as her phone wallpaper.

After getting used to it, even after I had decided to divorce him, I didn't change it.

When I last saw this phone, it still had more than half of its battery left.

It still has more than half of its battery left, so it's definitely not true that the phone doesn't lose power when it's not in use.

Instead, someone will always be charging this phone. As for who will be charging it, there's no need to guess.

Last time, Jiang Mian held her phone without even unlocking the screen, but this time she unlocked the screen directly and opened the online payment app.

Without even checking my balance, I clicked "transfer all" to my current account. I wanted to see what the limit would be so I could transfer the money out just before it was capped.

But what's amazing is that there's no limit.

Jiang Mian was stunned to find that they had actually all been transferred out.

My first thought was that there probably wasn't much money left in the account, which is why it went so smoothly. That's not impossible.

Lu Bozhou kept her phone, and her password was far too simple: his birthday.

He held her phone for five years, and whatever he did seemed perfectly normal.

Jiang Mian's phone vibrated in her pocket; a notification of a deposit had come in.

Jiang Mian opened it and glanced at it. When she saw the long string of numbers inside, her eyes widened.

"how……"

So much?! Her savings from her previous life, while enough for her to raise her child alone after divorcing Lu Bozhou, were far from this much.

Money can't just appear out of thin air, so there's only one possibility...

Jiang Mian frowned. Could Lu Bozhou be using her account for... transferring assets or money laundering?

If that's the case, then while the number is high, it doesn't seem like that many anymore.

Jiang Mian exited the payment software page.

Just as I was about to lock my phone and leave the mansion, I saw that an instant messaging app icon showed thousands of unread messages.

It was a messaging app she had downloaded before, because the emojis it came with were especially cute.

However, because it displays read/unread status for messages, which is not conducive to social interaction, it has never been a mainstream social networking app, and not many people use it.

However, Jiang Mian found the built-in diary function very useful and continued to use it.

But she never dreamed that after five years of being dead, she would have thousands of unread messages.

How is this possible?

She used to just write diaries on this app and didn't even add many friends.

Jiang Mian hesitated for a moment, then opened the software, and her gaze stopped there.

There is only one friend in my friend list.

Thousands of messages were sent by this one friend.

This friend's nickname is—Little Butt's Dad.

Jiang Mian's fingers trembled slightly.

Because of her nickname on the app, she changed it to "Little Butt's Mom" ​​not long after she became pregnant.

Looking at the icons of those thousands of messages, Jiang Mian even felt like it was some kind of Pandora's box.

Her fingertips trembled; she didn't dare to click on it.

……

In the dark living room, where the lights were off, two empty wine bottles sat on the coffee table.

A tall, slender figure lay on the sofa, his chest and abdomen barely rising and falling with his breath.

It was as quiet as if it were dead.

It was as if it had been silent for a long time, as if it could continue to be silent.

Until the phone started buzzing and vibrating.

The slender arms finally made a slight movement; the long, thin fingers moved and lit up the screen.

He answered the call and brought the phone to his ear.

There was no sound, only a serious voice on the other end saying, "Boss, just now, Madam's account was emptied. Did you do it?"

The man's fingers tightened, but he didn't say anything immediately. Instead, his silent gaze slowly drifted towards the stairs.

His voice was rough and hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and he only managed to utter four words: "You don't need to worry about it."

He ended the call and tossed the phone aside before the screen could be turned off.

The phone suddenly vibrated again.

His sharp eyebrows furrowed, and then he saw the page of that social media app, in that familiar chat box.

These are messages that have been sent over a long period of time, messages that have become a habit, yet no one ever reads them.

In that instant, the unread icon next to all messages changed to "read".