Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 593 - 594. (first update)

Chapter 593: 594. (first update)

Ding Siyu just stood in front of the man. It was unclear whether she was too short or the man was too tall, but standing beside him, she couldn’t even reach his shoulder.

There was a height difference of about 35 centimeters between them.

When the man looked at her, his eyes were filled with indulgence and a strong desire to possess. However, Ding Siyu’s eyes were filled with fear, unease, and avoidance.

"Look at me." The man reached out and firmly grasped Ding Siyu’s chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

He was very domineering, like a strict elder, exuding an oppressive aura. His dark eyes were filled with danger.

Ding Siyu looked at him and suddenly remembered their first encounter.

At that time, it was the first time she had met him.

Yet he had known her for many years.

They were husband and wife but also strangers, for there was no love between them.

Three years of marriage, sharing the same bed with different dreams, "respecting each other as guests."

Regarding their marriage, Ding Siyu could only describe it in four words.

Robbery and possession.

He was a person at the apex of the social pyramid, while she was merely a sacrificial offering for the interests of her family.

The man in front of her seemed to spoil her, to love her, but in reality, it was only possession and novelty that were playing tricks.

Between them, there was only exchange, not love.

This was a marriage of convenience.

"I’m sorry, it won’t happen again..." After a moment, Ding Siyu looked at the man and said these words softly, her phoenix eyes filled with a thick mist.

In the presence of this person, Ding Siyu always felt like she didn’t exist.

She was afraid of him.

Chu Jin could see a rich aura of harmony in their features, which was referred to as the "couple’s look" in physiognomy.

However, their emotional journey was not smooth. They were clearly in love with each other, but neither would speak up.

There was still a long way to go. If they could get past this difficult path, they would eventually enjoy a lifetime of happiness, harmonious as the strings of a lute, with their children around them.

Since it was a matter between husband and wife, Chu Jin didn’t intervene and found an excuse to temporarily leave the hospital room.

After Chu Jin left, the man waved his hand, and the black-clad men in the room also left without a trace.

The man pulled a cord, and suddenly a white curtain divided the hospital room. In the not-so-large space, only Ding Siyu and he remained.

The atmosphere became somewhat suffocating.

"I’m sorry..." Ding Siyu apologized again. She rarely had the chance to communicate with him, and whenever she spoke, the words she said most often were "uh-huh," "oh," and "I’m sorry."

As the man spoke, he stepped towards Ding Siyu. "I’ve said before, we’re husband and wife. There’s no need for apologies between us."

"I understand," Ding Siyu replied, not daring to look into his eyes. She stepped backward while retreating, "It won’t happen again..."

She was always like this around him—always showing a fearful face, like a scared little white rabbit.

Ding Siyu kept retreating until her back hit the wall behind her, and then she stopped.

Suddenly, Ding Siyu thought of a term she saw on the internet a few days ago.

Wall slam.

This was usually a scene that occurred between the male and female protagonists.

But between him and her, there was only horror.

He was the male lead.

But she might not be the female lead.

"Say my name," the man suddenly leaned in.

"Say my name," the man repeated, raising his voice slightly, carrying a sense of authority.

Three years of marriage, and as far as he could recall, she had never called out his name.

Ding Siyu carefully lifted her gaze, her delicate phoenix eyes meeting the man’s.

As their eyes locked, sparks flew.

Under his pressure, Ding Siyu slowly opened her mouth, "Han Zi..." but she couldn’t finish saying the word...

Ding Siyu’s mind went blank, almost unable to react.

The atmosphere in the hospital room quickly heated up.

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Chu Jin stood outside the hospital room, looking down at her phone, her fingers typing rapidly on the English keyboard.

She was chatting with an editor.

Linglong Dice: "Dear, the book signing event date has been set, December 12."

Embroidered Rivers and Mountains: "...That soon?"

Now, there was less than a month left until Singles’ Day.

Linglong Dice: "Yes, indeed, we must strike while the iron is hot. Your popularity is so high right now; the event will definitely be a huge success."

Some time had passed since the plagiarism incident, and "The Return of the Past" was growing increasingly recognized in the literary world.

Chu Jin’s Weibo followers had increased to more than ninety million.

The author with the highest number of followers previously was Rainbow Dance.

With over thirty million followers, she was the number one in the author community. For an author, thirty million followers was already an astronomical figure.

But Chu Jin had outstripped her by an entire threefold.

One can only imagine what a fearsome existence she was.

Chu Jin looked at the message from the editor and slowly typed back "okay."

Lu Yan had been disgraced and was now living a life without a fixed abode, only able to find shelter in dark, damp basements.

As for Shen Lingtian, although he was still the head of the Shen Clan, his days were not easy. Almost every day, he received calls from investors pulling out their investments.

It was as if, unseen, hands were manipulating all this.

Shen Lingtian was no fool; he knew someone was targeting the Shen Clan from the shadows.

But oddly, whenever he tried to investigate, he found nothing.

As Shen Lingtian was fretting, he received a call.

"Hello, I am Zhao Yiling, the person in charge of the Zhao Group." The caller introduced themselves directly.