Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing stared at the string of numbers on the computer screen: 390 million, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

He turned to look at Sun Guiying standing to the side. She still had that empty expression, like a delicate porcelain doll, waiting for him to give orders.

"Sun Guiying," he said, his voice neither too loud nor too soft.

"Now use your computer to transfer this money from the company's corporate account to your personal bank card."

Sun Guiying obediently sat down in front of the computer and began typing on the keyboard.

She entered her online banking password, inserted her USB security token, and underwent facial recognition verification before proceeding with the transfer process, one transaction at a time.

Zhou Haibing stood behind her, watching her skillfully operate the company's financial system, and thought coldly to himself, "This woman has been tampering with the company's accounts quite often; this process is going too smoothly."

The moment the transfer progress bar finished, a "transfer successful" message popped up on the screen.

Zhou Haibing took out Sun Guiying's phone, opened the bank app, and saw that 390 million yuan had been safely deposited into Sun Guiying's personal account.

Adding to her original 20 million, the cash in this card now exceeds 410 million.

Zhou Haibing collected all of Sun Guiying's bank cards, along with the gold bars and jade, and with a thought, placed them all into the Shennong Space.

He deliberately placed these bank cards in the time-freeze zone to prevent any accidental damage.

After doing all this, he looked down at Sun Guiying, who was still sitting in the computer chair.

The woman was wearing a deep red dress, pearl earrings, and her hair was neatly styled. Her made-up face looked particularly eerie under hypnosis.

Her features were exquisite, but she had no expression, like a painted face.

Zhou Haibing stared at her face for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

That smile was icy and chilling, as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

He raised his right hand, swung it around, and slapped Sun Guiying hard across the face.

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang out in the room. Sun Guiying's head was knocked to one side, and her face instantly turned red, leaving a clear, bright red handprint on her cheek.

But she didn't react at all; she didn't shout, she didn't flinch, and she didn't even blink.

She simply remained in that pose, like a stone statue.

"Sun Guiying." Zhou Haibing's voice was low and cold.

"Tell me, what are you?"

Sun Guiying said in a hollow, emotionless tone, "I'm a slut."

Snapped!

Another slap, this time on the left cheek.

With even greater strength than before, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Sun Guiying's mouth, but she remained motionless, staring blankly ahead.

"Go on," Zhou Haibing said, shaking his numb hands.

"I'm a slut," Sun Guiying repeated, her voice flat as if she were reading a textbook.

Snapped!

"Louder!"

"I'm a slut." Sun Guiying raised her voice slightly, but her tone remained flat.

Snapped!

"You're not only a slut, you're a poisonous woman," Zhou Haibing said, emphasizing each word.

"You had an affair with Wang Jinshan, had a bastard child, and lied to me for over twenty years. You want me to die quickly so your family can be reunited."

You want to turn my company into your company and my money into your money.

Sun Guiying, tell me, aren't you utterly devoid of conscience?

"I am utterly devoid of conscience."

Zhou Haibing's eyes reddened.

He raised his hand and slapped her again.

The slap landed on her forehead, causing her to stagger backward, but she quickly regained her balance and returned to her previous posture, as if she had been held in place by some force.

"Why did you do this to me?" His voice was hoarse, filled with an intense, suppressed pain.

"Am I not good enough to you? What do you want that I haven't given you? I've handed over the company's finances to you, I've deposited all the money in your name, I've been treating you like royalty!"

And what about you? You hooked up with my childhood friend, cheated on me, got him pregnant, and gave birth to a son for me to raise! Sun Guiying, have you lost your conscience?

His voice echoed in the bedroom, like the roar of a wounded beast.

But he didn't cry.

He wouldn't shed a single tear in front of this woman.

He slapped her several more times, each slap delivered with all his might, until Sun Guiying's face swelled up like a pig's head, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth and nose.

But she offered no resistance whatsoever, not even a change in expression. She simply stood there, accepting all the punishment.

Finally, Zhou Haibing stopped.

He was panting heavily as he looked at the woman in front of him, whose face was completely disfigured, and a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him.

It's not physical fatigue, it's mental exhaustion, a weariness that seeps into your very bones.

"Sun Guiying," Zhou Haibing said, "you lie down on the floor and go to sleep."

Sun Guiying immediately stood up, walked to the open space in the room, and lay down without caring whether the ground was cold or not. She placed her hands on her sides and closed her eyes.

In less than ten seconds, her breathing became even and deep, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Haibing knew that as long as no one disturbed her, she would sleep like this for a day and a night, and would naturally wake up at this time tomorrow.

He knelt down, reached out and took off the pearl earrings from her ears, then untied the necklace around her neck and removed the jade bracelet from her wrist.

These are all things he bought for her over the years, each one is very valuable, and he will not leave her any of them.

Sun Guiying was fast asleep, letting him do whatever he wanted without even flinching.

He put all the jewelry into his storage space, and then picked up Sun Guiying's phone.

This thing can't be put into the space, otherwise there will be no signal. If someone calls Sun Guiying and no one answers, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

He put his phone in his pocket. If someone contacted her, he could impersonate her and reply to the message, at least enough to stall until the moment of his rebirth tomorrow.

Zhou Haibing stood up and looked around the villa.

This detached villa has three floors and a building area of ​​nearly 600 square meters. The renovation cost several million yuan, and every piece of furniture was carefully selected by Sun Guiying.

Every inch of this house was paved with his money, but at this moment, these things mean nothing to him.

He's about to move.

This wasn't a regular move; it was an empty house.

Zhou Haibing closed his eyes, his thoughts spreading out as if an invisible hand covered the entire bedroom.

He first focused on the bottles and jars on the vanity: La Mer face cream, La Prairie serum, and Helena Rubinstein eye cream.

Each bottle contains skincare products from top international brands, and each bottle is worth thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan.

There were dozens of lipsticks crammed into the drawer under the dressing table—Chanel, Tom Ford, and Radish Tin—in various colors and styles, some still unopened.

With a thought, all these things disappeared from their original locations and were neatly stacked in a corner of the Shennong Space.