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

"They said it was inconvenient over the phone," Zhou Haibing said.

"It'll be a quick chat when we meet, it won't take up much of your time. I'm already on my way, I'll be there soon."

"No, Haibing, you..." Wang Jinshan's voice was a little strained.

"My home... Shuzhen isn't home today. Why don't you come to the company to talk? I'll go to the company later..."

"It's alright that Shuzhen isn't home. I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. It has nothing to do with Shuzhen."

Zhou Haibing deliberately emphasized the words "Shuzhen isn't home," knowing that Wang Jinshan wasn't stopping him from going because Zhao Shuzhen wasn't home.

It's not that Wang Jinshan is home at all; he's at a hotel and is frantically trying to figure out how to get back so as not to give himself away.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone. Zhou Haibing then heard a very faint sound, like someone muttering something in a low voice.

Then Wang Jinshan's voice rang out again, with a forced, strained calm:

"Alright, alright, then come on over, I'll be waiting for you at home."

"Okay, see you in a bit."

Zhou Haibing hung up the phone, a cold smile slowly spreading across his face.

He could almost picture what Wang Jinshan would do after hanging up the phone—

The first thing to do was to call or text Sun Guiying to tell her that the meeting was canceled because Zhou Haibing was suddenly coming over.

But Wang Jinshan never dreamed that Sun Guiying's phone was in Zhou Haibing's hands at that moment, while Sun Guiying herself was fast asleep on the empty villa floor, wearing a red dress.

Sure enough, Sun Guiying's phone vibrated in Zhou Haibing's pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message from Wang Jinshan:

"Guiying, that old bastard Zhou Haibing suddenly wants to come to my house. I don't know why, so I won't see him today. Don't come to the hotel. I'm going back to check on him."

As Zhou Haibing looked at the message, the corners of his mouth curved into a wider smile.

He put his phone back in his pocket without replying.

If Wang Jinshan didn't get a reply, he would assume that Sun Guiying was already on her way to the hotel and hadn't seen the message. But he couldn't worry about that now; he had to get home first.

Zhou Haibing walked into the underground parking garage at a leisurely pace and got into the driver's seat of the black Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

He started the car, slowly drove out of the underground parking garage, and drove out along the roads of the villa area.

He glanced at the time; there were still about twenty-three hours until his rebirth, plenty of time.

He drove onto the main road and headed towards Wang Jinshan's villa.

Wang Jinshan's villa is located in an upscale residential area in the east of the city.

He wasn't in a hurry, and even deliberately slowed down on some sections of the road to give Wang Jinshan enough time to get home from the hotel.

Soon, his car turned into the residential area where Wang Jinshan lived.

This neighborhood is even more upscale than the one he lives in, with better landscaping and stricter security, but the security guard recognized his car and simply raised the barrier to let him through.

He drove slowly along the main road of the residential area. As he passed a villa, he saw Wang Jinshan's black BMW X7 coming from the opposite direction.

He was moving very fast, and when he reached the villa in front of him, he suddenly stopped and turned into the villa's wrought iron gate.

Zhou Haibing smiled.

Wang Jinshan indeed rushed back frantically; judging by the speed at which the car turned the corner, the tires were almost smoking.

He deliberately slowed down and drove around the neighborhood for a few minutes, giving Wang Jinshan a few minutes to calm down and compose himself.

Then he slowly drove the car to the entrance of Wang Jinshan's villa.

Wang Jinshan was already standing at the door, wearing a dark blue polo shirt and khaki casual pants, his hair neatly combed, a smile on his face, waving as he walked towards him.

This man is fifty-seven years old this year, one year younger than Zhou Haibing, but he is much better preserved than him. He has a rosy complexion, a slightly protruding belly, and looks five or six years younger than his actual age.

Looking at his fake smile, Zhou Haibing thought to himself, "This face has smiled at me countless times over the past twenty years, but not once has it been genuine."

Wang Jinshan opened the wrought iron gate and waved to Zhou Haibing from the side of it:

"Hai Bing, come in, come in. Park in the basement; it's too sunny outside."

Zhou Haibing drove the car in and turned directly into the underground parking garage along the driveway.

Wang Jinshan's black BMW X7 and a red MINI Cooper, which belonged to his wife Zhao Shuzhen, were already parked in the underground garage.

He parked the car, turned off the engine, and got out.

Wang Jinshan had already come down from the first floor and was waiting for him at the entrance of the basement stairs.

"Hai Bing, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

As Wang Jinshan spoke, he walked up the stairs. His tone sounded casual, but Zhou Haibing noticed that his eyes kept darting away, and he didn't dare to look at Zhou Haibing for too long.

"Sit down and talk," Zhou Haibing replied simply.

The living room on the first floor is very large and decorated in a European style. It is magnificent and opulent, with genuine leather sofas, a marble coffee table, and a crystal chandelier on the ceiling that probably weighs over a hundred kilograms.

The TV in the living room was on, playing some kind of shopping channel, and the volume was turned down very low.

Wang Jinshan's wife, Zhao Shuzhen, came out of the kitchen carrying a fruit platter. Seeing Zhou Haibing, she smiled warmly.

"Hai Bing is here? Please have a seat, let me pour you some tea."

Zhao Shuzhen is 55 years old this year and is well-maintained. She has short hair, a round face, and is wearing a floral dress. She looks much more down-to-earth than Sun Guiying.

Zhou Haibing had known her for so many years and always thought she was an honest person. As for whether she knew about the affair between Wang Jinshan and Sun Guiying, he wasn't sure.

But that doesn't matter anymore. He's here today, and whether he knows or not, the result is the same.

Zhao Shuzhen placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, then turned around and went to the kitchen to bring out two cups of tea. She placed one cup in front of Zhou Haibing and handed the other to Wang Jinshan.

She smiled and said, "Haibing, have you had lunch yet? If not, I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

"I've had some, I've had some. Sister-in-law, you don't need to do anything else." Zhou Haibing took the teacup, took a sip, and found it to be top-quality Longjing tea, with a sweet taste.

Wang Jinshan sat on the single sofa opposite Zhou Haibing, picked up his teacup and put it down again, clearly feeling somewhat restless.

He rubbed his hands together and spoke again, "Haibing, what's wrong? You're making me uneasy."

Zhao Shuzhen also sat down, looked at Wang Jinshan and then at Zhou Haibing, and said with a smile:

"Yes, Haibing, just say what's on your mind. We're family, no need to be shy."

Zhou Haibing slowly placed the teacup on the coffee table and looked up at Wang Jinshan.

"Brother Jinshan," his voice was neither loud nor soft, no different from his usual tone, but his right hand, resting on his knee, clenched slightly, his mind already stirring.

"you see me."

Wang Jinshan glanced over instinctively.

Zhou Haibing's pupils seemed to dilate slightly in that instant, like two doors that suddenly opened, and his gaze was like two invisible hooks that hooked straight into Wang Jinshan's eyes.

After meeting his gaze for about two seconds, Wang Jinshan's eyes underwent a very subtle change—

His pupils contracted sharply, as if pierced by a bright light, then dilated rapidly; the muscles around his eyes seemed to have lost all their strength.

Within just two or three seconds, his facial expression shifted from confusion to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to blankness.

Wang Jinshan's mouth opened slightly, and his body slumped softly against the back of the sofa, his hands hanging at his sides.

He lay motionless on the sofa, like a lump of mud stripped of its skeleton, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

Zhao Shuzhen was drinking tea nearby when she noticed her husband's unusual behavior, and her hand holding the teacup paused.

She turned to look at Wang Jinshan, then at Zhou Haibing, and the smile on her face slowly froze.

"Old Wang?" she called out.

Wang Jinshan didn't react; he didn't even twitch his eyelids.

"Old Wang!" Zhao Shuzhen's voice rose several octaves. She put down her teacup and nudged Wang Jinshan's arm.

"What's wrong, Lao Wang?"

Wang Jinshan's arm swayed slightly from her push, but he remained completely unresponsive, like a statue.

Zhao Shuzhen abruptly turned to look at Zhou Haibing, her eyes filled with surprise and unease:

"Hai Bing, what happened to Lao Wang? He..."