The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Time flies like an arrow, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Catherine, now full and satisfied, leaned back comfortably in her chair, her gaze fixed on the untouched delicacies on the table. After a brief pause, she raised her head slightly and softly instructed a seemingly empty corner of the room, "Come in and clear the plates away."

About five minutes later, a series of light but hurried footsteps approached. Then, two maids in matching uniforms, each pushing an elegant serving cart, hurried into the room and quickly stood beside the dining table. They first bowed respectfully to Catherine, and after receiving permission, immediately and efficiently began clearing away the plates. Their movements were skillful and methodical; in no time, the previously overflowing plates were neatly arranged on the serving carts.

Just then, Catherine, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up slowly: "Hmm... there are several dishes here, but I haven't touched a single one. If you don't mind, you can heat them up later and treat yourself to a nice meal."

Upon hearing this, the two maids looked up almost simultaneously, their faces filled with surprise and gratitude. They replied in unison, "Not at all! Not at all! It's such a great honor for us that Her Highness the Princess would allow us to have an extra meal! We are filled with gratitude for you, how could we possibly have the slightest dislike?" With that, the two bowed deeply again, and then continued to diligently complete the remaining tasks at hand.

Catherine didn't say anything after hearing this, she just nodded and sat in her chair without caring what they were doing.

About five minutes later, the two maids finished tidying up the table and bowed to Catherine again. Catherine simply waved them away.

Two maids, dressed in matching uniforms and with delicate features, skillfully pushed the food cart, the wheels making a soft rolling sound on the smooth floor. In no time, they had smoothly pushed the cart out of the room and gently closed the door.

At this moment, Catherine, who was left in the room, first looked up at the sky outside the window and realized that it was still early, and there were still several hours before nightfall. She slowly stood up from the comfortable chair, gracefully stepped out of the bedroom, and walked towards the study inside the room.

When Catherine entered the study, she turned around without hesitation, reached out her right hand to grasp the doorknob, and gently turned it to close the door. Then, she skillfully turned the lock, completing the deadbolt operation. Having done this, she went straight to the neatly arranged desk and sat down steadily.

Then, Catherine reached out and pressed the power button on her laptop. With a soft startup sound, the screen gradually lit up, emitting a faint, dim light. The entire room was instantly enveloped in this light, but otherwise, the surroundings remained somewhat dark.

Catherine's hands moved with the agility of butterflies, swiftly landing on the keyboard. A constant clattering sound filled the air as her fingers rapidly and precisely tapped the keys. Lines of code spread across the screen like dense raindrops. Her gaze was fixed intently on the constantly fluctuating data, her eyes revealing a cold and focused expression. At this moment, she seemed completely immersed in this virtual world constructed of numbers, each movement of her fingertips like a fierce battle against an unseen enemy. Time ticked by, and in that brief moment, she had successfully breached layer after layer of complex digital defenses.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, making it difficult to know exactly how much time has passed. At this moment, people's eyes are involuntarily drawn to the scene outside the window. The setting sun seems to be under immense, mysterious, and invisible pressure, being slowly and steadily dragged by an unseen hand, moving step by step towards the western mountains.

At first, the afterglow of the setting sun was still dazzling, like a burning flame, but as it gradually sank in the west, the light seemed to grow weary and began to gradually subside. The sky, which was originally as blue as clear lake water, was slowly tinged with a pale orange-yellow, as if a delicate watercolor painting was being quietly colored by an artist.

The clouds floating in the sky were breathtakingly beautiful. They were edged with a dazzling gold by the afterglow of the setting sun, stretching out and changing their shapes freely. Some clouds piled up in layers, forming majestic golden peaks; others were torn into wisps of gauze, drifting lightly between the orange and red hues of the sky, like a group of fairies dancing with their beautiful skirts.

A gentle breeze swept silently across the land, bringing a touch of coolness as the day drew to a close. It lightly fluttered the signs hanging outside the taverns along the street, making a rustling sound, but gradually, the swaying became weaker and weaker, as if it too had lost the vitality and spirit of the day.

A breeze swept across the calm lake, gently stirring up a few tiny ripples, which vanished in an instant, completely merging into the deepening twilight. Meanwhile, birds returning to their nests hurriedly flapped their wings, carrying their plumes of brilliant sunset glow as they swept across the sky. Their cheerful chirping broke the brief silence, adding a touch of haste to the tranquil dusk.

Like eyes drowsily opening in the darkness, the world outside the window is completely and gently covered by the night, with only a few starlight peeking out to announce the end of the day.

Catherine finally stopped what she was doing, stretched, and then checked the time; it was already past 8 p.m.

It seems like she hasn't spent this much time in front of the computer since she was reborn; she's been sitting there for over an hour now.

However, it wasn't all for naught; at least she found out who her fiancé was and where he was.

That's right. In the past hour or so, Catherine used her hacking skills, based on just a photo and a name, to find out her brother's current address and new identity using the hacking techniques she had learned in her previous small world.

Catherine sat in front of the computer, her eyes fixed on the information displayed on the screen, murmuring softly, "The third young master of the Rong family... is actually the adopted son of the head of the Rong family in Hong Kong! And he started from scratch, becoming a rising star in Hong Kong's business world in just a few years. What's even more surprising is that he's a womanizer, a kind of Buddhist monk." She shook her head slightly, seemingly finding the information hard to believe.

After a while, Catherine took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then continued to mutter to herself, "Back then, he was just the eldest son of the Si family. I never imagined that after leaving the Si family, he would be able to achieve such brilliant success through his own strength. It seems that my former fiancé does indeed have extraordinary talent and perseverance."

At this point, a complex expression appeared on Catherine's face. She couldn't help but recall the past with that boy from her memories—a past that had long since vanished, yet never truly ended. An indescribable feeling welled up within her.

After a brief pause, Catherine spoke again, her voice tinged with anticipation and curiosity: "So many years have passed, I wonder if my fiancé still remembers me. If we were to meet again someday, I wonder what kind of expression he would have? Perhaps he would be pleasantly surprised, or perhaps he would have completely forgotten me..." Her gaze gradually became somewhat unfocused, her thoughts seemingly drifting back to that distant past.

To Catherine's utter surprise, at this very moment, the person she was always talking about was sitting quietly at home, completely focused on completing the crucial project at hand.

A building in the port city

The man was seen sometimes frowning, deep in thought as he stared at the computer screen; at other times, his hands flew across the keyboard as he rapidly typed strings of code and text.

Time ticked by, and he dared not relax for a moment, for he knew that the success of this project directly determined whether he could travel to the Jade Continent to find his beloved, whom he longed for day and night. Finally, after several days of tireless effort, he breathed a sigh of relief, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face—the project was successfully completed! He then eagerly began packing his bags, embarking with joy on his journey to the Jade Continent, to be with his beloved…