After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

The thought of herself and Meng Yu on this side, while Lan Tingzhou and his classmates were next door... caused Gan Cai'er to break out in a cold sweat, which poured down her back. Before long, she felt that her inner shirt was completely soaked.

Hearing the clear voices of everyone talking from next door, Gan Cai'er's nerves tightened.

"No, I... I have to leave right now!"

Gan Cai'er pulled her hand away from Meng Yu's grasp and hurriedly walked outside, but stopped near the door.

Linjiang Pavilion is the innermost room in the corridor. If she walks out like this, and the door next door isn't closed, she will definitely be seen.

Next door, besides Lan Tingzhou, were his classmates. "Wife meeting with another man"... Gan Cai'er couldn't take that risk.

She turned to look at Meng Yu and said in a very low voice, "Think of a way to help me get out of here."

Why should I help you get out?

Meng Yu remained lounging lazily on the daybed, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

From the moment Gan Cai'er heard Lan Tingzhou's voice and her body stiffened, Meng Yu's face darkened, and a wicked glint flashed in his eyes.

Gan Cai'er pursed her lips and stared intently at him.

Meng Yu tilted his head back, drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and then smashed the wine glass on the ground with a "crack," shattering it into pieces instantly.

The crisp cracking sound startled Gan Cai'er.

"What's wrong with you? Lan Tingzhou is next door!" Gan Cai'er walked back quickly, glared at him, and lowered her voice.

"So what?" Meng Yu glanced at her sideways, his eyes cold and deep.

"Didn't you say you wanted a divorce? Then what are you afraid of? If someone sees this, isn't that perfect?"

Gan Cai'er was in a state of shock and panic, her mind a complete mess. She was only thinking about how to leave safely and didn't notice that Meng Yu's expression was off.

"How can that be? Divorce is for the future. If I'm caught meeting another man now, it will ruin his reputation."

Gan Cai'er didn't want to make any noise at this moment, fearing it would attract the attention of Lan Tingzhou next door. Therefore, she spoke almost in a whisper.

The more cautious she was, the darker Meng Yu's face became, his eyes brimming with the impending storm. He suddenly reached out, grabbed Gan Cai'er's chin, and practically lifted her by the head, pulling her close.

"Darling, you've always thought of him so much, haven't you never truly let him go?"

"Have you never let go of this past life or this one?"

"Ok?"

Meng Yu's voice was soft, like a whisper. Gan Cai'er, however, felt a chill run down her spine. At that moment, she finally noticed that something was wrong with Meng Yu.

She looked up and met Meng Yu's sinister eyes, and involuntarily trembled twice. Just as she was about to speak in her defense, Meng Yu's index finger pressed against her lips.

"Nannan, think it through before you speak. You know you're not good at lying."

Gan Cai'er suddenly stopped talking.

She had been with Meng Yu for nearly ten years, and he knew whether she was lying or not. But to be honest, she felt that given Meng Yu's current state, something bad was about to happen.

But she forgot that not answering is also a form of answer.

Gan Cai'er harbored feelings for Lan Tingzhou and even deeply loved him. This conjecture completely enraged Meng Yu, causing a surge of violence that made him lose all reason.

He suddenly lowered his head and bit Gan Cai'er's lips, a trickle of blood instantly staining his white teeth.

"Ah~~~" Gan Cai'er cried out in pain.

"Hey, what's that sound?" Suddenly, the conversation next door stopped, and someone asked.

"Hey, Brother Huang, that's just noise from next door. Hehe, we should all 'see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil'," someone stepped in to smooth things over.

That was a woman's low gasp, trembling with panic, which everyone present heard clearly. Clearly, she wasn't up to anything good.

Lan Tingzhou's face paled for a moment.

Gan Cai'er could hear the conversation of the people next door clearly. She immediately held her breath and refused to make a sound.

The more Gan Cai'er restrained herself, the more Meng Yu's anger flared, feeling as if his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs were burning. Only one crazy thought remained in his mind: to make Lan Tingzhou see clearly and unequivocally that Gan Cai'er was his!

She is his wife.

She is his lover.

She is the person buried with him.

Once he made up his mind, Meng Yu released Gan Cai'er's lips and instead took her delicate earlobe into his mouth, chewing and grinding it slowly between his lips and teeth.

"Little girl, be good, call out."

"If you make a sound, I will stop."

Meng Yu whispered in Gan Cai'er's ear, his voice cold, revealing an undeniable ruthlessness and cruelty.

He lifted her blouse, then his hot breath and cool lips traveled downwards...

Gan Cai'er was terrified. She gritted her teeth and struggled desperately with both hands and feet.

He grabbed her hand, so she kicked him, opened her mouth, and bit wherever she could get her hands on—Meng Yu's ears, neck, even his hair… biting and biting, one after another, fierce and heavy. Her mouth was full of blood, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were fierce.

She fought with Meng Yu like a madwoman.

Unfortunately, despite her desperate efforts, compared to Meng Yu, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. In just seven or eight moves, Meng Yu had her locked in his arms, holding her firmly in place, making her unable to move.

Gan Cai'er felt like a fish on a chopping board, unable to escape no matter how much she struggled. A sense of sorrow and grievance suddenly welled up in her heart, and large tears slid down her cheeks.

At first, it was just drops, then bursts, and then it became sobbing uncontrollably. It was as if all the pent-up emotions, fear, and sorrow since her rebirth had erupted in this moment.

She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs, refusing to make any noise.

Tears streamed down Gan Cai'er's face and also dampened Meng Yu's handsome features. Seeing Gan Cai'er nearly fainting from crying, Meng Yu felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart and finally stopped.

He hugged Gan Cai'er and patted her back to help her catch her breath, whispering, "Nannan, don't cry. It's all my fault. I was so angry that I lost my temper and acted recklessly."

"Hit me, scold me."

Gan Cai'er pushed him away without saying a word, only lowering her head to straighten her clothes, which he had almost completely torn off, without looking at him at all. Tears still streamed down her face like a burst dam.

"My dear, have you ever loved me?" Meng Yu asked casually.

Gan Cai'er kept her head down and remained silent.

Meng Yu reached out, lifted Gan Cai'er's face, and looked directly at her, saying, "Nannan, as long as you say one thing, that you have never had feelings for me and have never loved me, I will never bother you again."

Gan Cai'er's heart sank, and she was about to speak when she saw Meng Yu begin to undress. She glared at him angrily; he had just said he would let her go! This bastard's words were utterly untrustworthy!

Gan Cai'er was about to pick up the wine pot on the table and smash it at Meng Yu, but when she looked up, she suddenly stopped.

At this moment, Meng Yu was already shirtless, standing in front of her. What made her suddenly stop was not Meng Yu's strong and muscular physique, but a three-inch-long scar on his chest, winding and ugly like an earthworm.

Gan Cai'er stared blankly at the scar, her eyes filled with horror.

“This scar suddenly appeared after I woke up from my injury in Danzhou last time.”

Gan Cai'er slumped down the wine jug in her hand, then covered her mouth and cried even harder.

This scar was stitched up by her own hands for Meng Yu in her past life, and that wound was inflicted when he shielded her from the enemy and was nearly killed by an arrow piercing his chest.

Meng Yu took Gan Cai'er's hand and placed it on the scar, saying, "Nannan, now you answer the question from before."

Gan Cai'er was trembling all over; the scar felt like a scorching fire, burning her palm. Meng Yu's strong heartbeat made her hand tremble with each beat.

Through her tear-filled eyes, she looked intently at the man before her.

If he were just the twenty-year-old Meng Yu, she could easily say that she had never loved him at all. But this was not the one in front of her. This was the Meng Yu she had truly loved, who had gone through life and death with her in her previous life, accompanied her for nearly ten years, and had children with her.

She couldn't bring herself to say, "I've never felt any joy."

Meng Yu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly settled down. He knew he had made the right bet.

He can still distinguish between genuine feelings and pretense.

In his past life, Meng Yu was indeed a scoundrel. He enjoyed playing the field, flirting with all sorts of beauties, but he wasn't serious about anything and had no desire to take responsibility. Yet, by sheer chance, he managed to win Gan Cai'er's heart.

He was initially disgusted by it, but Gan Cai'er was foolish and couldn't see through his wickedness, only possessing a reckless courage. In the end, he forcibly gave away his only true feelings.

Little did he know, in the blink of an eye, he had lost her completely.

"On the fifth of next month, I will lead the army to the northern frontier in place of my brother. If I return alive, will you marry me?"

"Let's live a good life together for the rest of our lives."

Meng Yu put his arm around Gan Cai'er and whispered.