After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

When Song Ruoan was mentioned, Wu Mama's eyes showed more admiration: "Miss is really becoming more and more like Madam. Not only her demeanor and bearing, but even her appearance is becoming more and more similar."

"If Miss knew this in the afterlife, she would be at peace now that she used the opponent's strength against them."

It turns out that Song Ruo'an's fall into such a state was not accidental, but rather a deliberate act by Song Xizhi.

The scheme at the flower-viewing banquet had already caught Song Ruoan and He Yunze completely off guard.

However, Song Xizhi later accepted the money from the legendary physician Qihuang and distributed it to the servants to win people's hearts, which caused the servants of the Marquis's mansion to resent Song Ruo'an.

She then advised Marquis An Ding to take He Yun Ce to apologize as soon as possible. After successfully getting He Yun Ce away, Song Ruo'an's nightmare truly began.

Finally, when Song Ruoan was at her most vulnerable, she instructed Alian to whisper a few words of provocation in Song Ruoan's ear.

Physical pain is worse than mental pain. It's likely that Song Ruo'an is already starting to resent He Yunze, while He Yunze remains completely unaware.

She wanted to destroy Song Ruoan's true nature, to expose it to He Yunce bit by bit, and to tear away everything that He Yunce was proud of in his previous life.

The once perfect couple has now become a pair of resentful lovers. They gave their hearts only to be trampled underfoot. They had suffered enough of this feeling in their past life, and now they want He Yunce to suffer it too.

As Song Xizhi thought about it, her mood improved a bit. After taking a bath and changing her clothes, she used both her hands and feet to get onto the bed.

She lay on her side in bed, propping her head up with one hand, staring at He Jingyan's deep features, and then carefully tracing them with her fingertips.

The two were very close, and the woman's fragrant breath wafted directly onto He Jingyan's face.

After many days of sharing a bed, his body had developed unparalleled self-control, and he no longer reacted as strongly as before, lest he become a laughingstock.

He Jingyan thought to himself, feeling secretly pleased with himself.

But he felt the woman's fingertips slowly slide down to his full lips, and then her voice rang out: "You look nothing like him, I can't even see a trace of him."

Hearing this, He Jingyan felt the warm fingertips lightly tracing her face. Her voice was soft, as if she were expressing regret.

This time, with his composure restored, He Jingyan's body didn't tense up, but the tension in his mind instantly tightened.

Who?

Whose... shadow is he?

Was her undisguised love and demands for herself all because of another person?

This is absolutely ridiculous!

He Jingyan's body slowly stiffened.

But then he felt the woman's fingertips gently tap his chest, and she continued:

"I won't treat Lin Miaoxin. If Old Madam He and Marquis An Ding are dissatisfied with me because of this, then we'll either live together or we'll call it quits!"

“You share the same blood. Who knows if you will be as heartless and ungrateful as him when you wake up? If that’s the case, I won’t be like Song Ruoan, clinging to the Marquis’s mansion and insisting on staying.”

Thinking of everything from his past life, Song Xizhi also felt somewhat uneasy about He Jingyan, and his tone became a little harsh.

The woman's words were different from her usual sweet talk; instead, they made He Jingyan's heart sink, and his heart was filled with an overwhelming surge of intense emotions.

No wonder she's been so uninterested lately; it turns out that's why.

He had always been a conservative man, chaste since childhood and averse to women, but now she wanted to play with his body, discard his so-called "shadow," and then break up with him.

That's taking things too lightly.

He Jingyan sneered inwardly, but his mind kept replaying the actions his former newlywed wife had taken of him on the bed.

With such meticulous care, when he wakes up, he will surely repay her kindness and return all the "care" she once gave him. Then we can talk about parting ways.

He tried to calm his thoughts, as if he was trying his best to control something, but the bulging veins on his neck and his disordered breathing had already given away his thoughts.

When He Jingyan finally calmed his turbulent emotions and his consciousness returned, all he could hear was the woman's calm breathing.

She lay down obediently beside him and fell into a deep sleep.

He Jingyan pursed his handsome lips into a straight line, using all his strength to try to control his body.

……

The next day, Song Xizhi was awakened by something incredibly heavy pressing down on him.

The heavy object pressed down on her chest almost forcefully, making it impossible for her to breathe.

When Song Xizhi struggled to open her eyes, she saw He Jingyan's strong arm pressed tightly against her chest.

His large hand then reached down to her lower abdomen, finally gripping her waist tightly.

That look was like a heavy chain, as if it would lock her completely to the bed.

Upon suddenly seeing this scene, Song Xizhi's mind went blank and his thoughts were somewhat chaotic, but he still managed to forcefully move the hand that was pressing on him away.

When she sat on the bed with her hair disheveled and came to her senses, she looked at He Jingyan's expressionless face with suspicion.

In fact, this kind of thing happens quite often. Sometimes when she wakes up in the morning, she will find He Jingyan's arm draped over her.

She used to think it was because she was a restless sleeper and used the pillow herself.

But today... something seems rather strange no matter how I look at it.

Where are the pillows that are constricting her waist?

She grasped He Jingyan's pulse and carefully felt it, but found no change.

Song Xizhi kept this matter in mind, and after she finished washing up, she called Sanqi in.

She cut to the chase and asked, "How has your master been during the day lately? Has he noticed anything unusual?"

Sanqi scratched his head, feeling that Song Xizhi's question was quite sudden: "I couldn't detect any movement..."

He recalled He Jingyan's recent condition, and a hint of worry appeared on his face:

"Not only is there no movement, but this servant feels that Master's condition during the day is worse than before. It's as if he's fallen into a deep sleep; his breathing hasn't changed at all, and he looks like that..."

Sanqi stopped abruptly at this point.

He dared not continue, because he felt that his master was more like a living dead than before.

In the past, when he changed clothes and fed medicine during the day, he could detect changes in his master's breathing, and feel his eyes occasionally move or his fingers twitch slightly.

But now, when he changed his clothes and was given medicine, he not only reacted much less, but he also looked very tired, as if he had fallen into a motionless hibernation.

He was originally a living dead man, lying in bed all day without any activity, so he would never be this tired.

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi's smile instantly froze.

In her previous life, He Jingyan ultimately died, so in this life, she took his pulse first to check his condition and performed acupuncture on him every few days.

Logically speaking, his pulse was not indicative of death; he shouldn't have died in his past life, and the acupuncture in this life should surely speed up his awakening.

But why did reality not match her expectations?