After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Yanjing.

China World Trade Center Phase 3.

The fifty-sixth floor.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, with only a small flame flickering inside the glass dome of the scented candle on the bedside table.

The delicate fragrance of gardenias, mixed with a more intimate and intense aroma, slowly settled in the warm bedroom.

That Simmons mattress, costing over 300,000 yuan, was indeed worth the price. Lying on it felt like being enveloped in clouds, with each spring precisely supporting the curves of your body.

Wu Zhenhe lay on her side next to him, her camel-colored cashmere coat long since fallen onto the carpet, her hair scattered all over the pillow.

She draped one arm over his chest, her fingertips curling unconsciously, like a satisfied cat retracting its claws.

The blush on her face hadn't completely faded, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were almost invisible in the dim light. Her breathing was long and even, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Occasionally, her eyelashes would flutter, probably because she was dreaming of something that made her want to laugh but was too embarrassed to.

Wei Yi leaned against the headboard, one arm around her shoulder, the other holding his phone.

The screen displays Zhang Kexin's WeChat chat window; the latest message was sent three minutes ago.

"Xiao Wei, I'm off today."

He pressed the voice button. "Get some rest. What are your plans for today?"

Zhang Kexin replied to the voice message within a few seconds.

He opened the phone, and Zhang Kexin's serious voice came through:

"I checked the weather forecast. Today the temperature is a bit low, the humidity is 45%, and the wind is level 3, which is suitable for indoor activities. I'm going to sort out my seasonal clothes first."

Wei Yi remained silent for a moment while staring at the screen.

Temperature is low, humidity is 45%, and wind force is level 3.

Is this a WeChat chat?

This must be a weather report.

He typed a message: "[Kexin, did you chat like this with other people before?]"

Then I thought about it.

Delete it.

He mainly felt that his sister wouldn't talk to him like that at this time.

And actually, Dr. Zhang is quite adorable.

When we meet or hug, she lets him touch and play with her as he pleases.

They don't know how to resist, or rather, they dare not resist.

That's almost cowardly.

Once the distance between us is gone, we can use WeChat.

She became an enhanced version of a mother nanny, or rather, a highly educated version of a mother nanny.

If it weren't confirmed that it really was her talking,

He really suspected that Sister Kexin was doing game boosting like him.

He's looking for his older sister, while she might be looking for her mom or aunt...

He's a true conversational genius.

No wonder she's so beautiful and has such great qualities.

I'm 31 years old and I've never had a boyfriend.

After thinking for a moment, he imitated his sister's style and typed:

I don't care about the weather, I only love you, my wife sister (heart·JPG)

Hmm, this is a bit cheesy and corny, what should I do?

But it seems that Sister Kexin is only interested in this kind of thing!

Zhang Kexin replied with an old-fashioned emoji.

It depicts a lotus flower slowly blooming, accompanied by four large characters: "Flowers Bloom in Wealth and Prosperity".

This is her way of expressing happiness and shyness.

Wei Yi: "I'm... truly living the dream of wealth and prosperity!"

Just then.

Wu Zhenhe was awakened by his voice.

She lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes still closed, her voice hoarse with sleepiness: "Who is it? Who brings wealth and prosperity?"

"No. It's not 'Flowers Bloom and Wealth Arrives,' it's 'Dr. Zhang.'" Wei Yi turned his phone screen around to show her.

Wu Zhenhe opened one eye and glanced at him, then closed it again. "What Dr. Zhang?"

"A doctor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. A gynecologist. My sister's friend." Wei Yi said casually, "I'm currently pursuing her."

Wu Zhenhe remained silent for a moment, then slowly sat up, supporting herself on the mattress, and gathered her hair that was loose over her shoulders.

She leaned against the headboard, pulled the blanket up a bit, and turned to look at him. "Won't your sister/wife be angry if you keep seeing other women like this?"

Wei Yi placed his phone on the bedside table. "No."

"And she was introduced to me by my sister. Even the WeChat chats were done by my sister. She usually uses my WeChat account to have an online relationship with Dr. Zhang. They've been chatting for over a week now."

Wu Zhenhe leaned against him in silence for a long while.

Then he asked him softly:

"Including last time in the teahouse private room, did your sister give you permission before you dared to kiss me back?"

Wei Yi remained silent for a moment.

Considering this woman's background.

"Yes," he replied.

Wu Zhenhe chuckled softly and buried her face in his shoulder.

She understood everything.

Wei Yi didn't say anything more, but simply put his arm around her shoulder, his fingertips unconsciously twirling a strand of her loose hair.

Wu Zhenhe leaned against his chest, her eyes half-open as she looked at the scented candle on the bedside table.

The flames flickered gently inside the glass enclosure, casting dappled light and shadow on the ceiling.

Then she remembered what had happened a few days earlier.

She received a phone call in her office that day.

The person on the other end of the phone was an expert she was able to invite by using her godmother's connections.

That's a true authority in the field of psychoanalysis in China, someone who works for the country.

The main task is to study the micro-expressions and behavioral patterns of foreign heads of state and core decision-makers.

She compiled all the details she had collected into a document and sent it to the other party for their help.

The other party had two colleagues analyze the data together, and returned a report to her three days later.

The report's core conclusions pierced her heart like a needle.

"Based on comprehensive analysis, Wei Yi and Chen Xinyi have formed a highly coupled psychological symbiotic relationship, serving as each other's anchors and extensions."

"In psychology, this is a rare, acquired pattern of deep emotional embedding, occasionally seen among core members of a community of shared destiny."

"Simply put, they are a pair of yin and yang fish that are tightly intertwined. If yin loses yang, it will collapse; if yang loses yin, it will disintegrate. The success rate of separating one of them from this system is infinitely close to zero."

She sat in her office staring at the report for a long time.

The traffic outside the window flowed silently, and the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a long shadow of the green ivy on her desk.

She has never failed to get what she wanted in her life.

This time, however, reality gave her a clear answer: this man could never belong to her alone.

It's impossible to monopolize it.

Unless she wants to destroy everything.

She lowered her hand and had the report destroyed.

Then she composed herself.

Continue to advance the preparatory work for Guoxin Rating, continue to send WeChat messages to Chen Xinyi to discuss the equity structure of Weichen Holdings, and continue to offer suggestions in the group for Jin Shilin's new Tianbingbing store location selection.

That night she also spoke on the phone with Chen Xinyi.

We talked for half an hour about the technical solution for connecting Guoxin Data and TAGE Data.

The tone and intonation were normal.

Then at this moment, Wei Yi revealed that even his sister helped him pick up girls.

The last bit of resentment in her heart suddenly dissipated.

She was competing with Chen Xinyi, but she was also competing with a pair of yin-yang fish that coexisted and thrived together.

It's not shameful to lose a fight.

And from another perspective, her rival was so good to him that she even chatted with other girls on his behalf.

What else could she possibly be dissatisfied with?

She took a deep breath, looked up, and her gentle smile returned. "Did Dr. Zhang need something from you tonight?"

"She's on break and wants to ask me out."

Wei Yi turned his phone over to show her the chat window. "Look at her tone, so hesitant. She said, 'If you're free, can we meet up?' Then she sent it, deleted it, and resent it, repeating this three times. After 'Flowers Bloom and Wealth Arrives,' she sent another 'Fortune Arrives,' and then asked me if I thought she was bad at chatting. I haven't had a chance to reply yet."

"Then you should take the initiative."

Wu Zhenhe gently nudged his shoulder, her tone tinged with a hint of bitterness only she could sense, "The girl has already gone to such lengths, it's impolite to keep her waiting. Go on."

"Aren't you angry?"

Wu Zhenhe smiled and shook her head. "I'm angry. But I've worn it all out, and there's no way I can keep you here any longer..."

Wei Yi rolled out of bed and started putting on his clothes.

Wu Zhenhe gritted her teeth. This man really took it head-on.

But alas, I am not ambitious enough.

The skin is broken.

It already hurts like it's being pricked with needles.

She leaned against the headboard, wrapped in the blanket, watching him button up his shirt, and suddenly asked, "Little brother, will you abandon me in the future?"

Wei Yi stopped halfway through his shot.

He turned to look into her eyes. "No."

He bent down and kissed her forehead lightly, his lips warm.

Wait until his footsteps disappeared.

Wu Zhenhe sat alone on the messy bed in silence for a long time.

The blanket still retained his body temperature and his faint minty scent.

She took several deep breaths, and after she finished, she felt a little perverted.

I figured that's about all those fans are going to do.

She rolled out of bed, enduring the stinging pain, put on her bathrobe, and walked to the French windows.

The traffic on Chang'an Avenue converges into a dazzling river, and the height of the 56th floor is enough to turn the hustle and bustle of the entire city into a silent film.

She stood there for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed a number.

A few minutes later.

Two women in dark suits gently pushed open the bedroom door.

One had short hair, wore wire-rimmed glasses, and was holding a laptop; the other had long hair, was tall, and was carrying a briefcase.

Secretary Chen and Secretary Wang had been with her for many years.

"Find me some of the best reproductive and fertility specialists in China. Both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are welcome, preferably the kind of specialists who provide health care for leaders."

Secretary Chen quickly jotted it down in his notebook, then looked up to await further instructions.

Secretary Wang stood still and did not move.

She was younger than Secretary Chen, had a distant family relationship with Wu Zhenhe, and was also bolder.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Mr. Wu, what's the purpose of finding an expert in this field? Is it for Ms. Chen? She seems more energetic lately... No, Ms. Chen is still so young, she doesn't need any special treatment. So who is it for?"

Wu Zhenhe did not answer immediately.

She turned around and looked at her reflection in the French windows.

Her camel-colored bathrobe hung loosely around her body, her hair was disheveled, and her lips were a little swollen.

The night view outside the window was reflected on her face through the glass, making her features appear softer than usual.

"I found this for myself." Her voice was soft, as if confirming a decision she had just made. "I want to have his child."