“Hands up! Don’t move!”

When Bei Yao first regained consciousness, she heard a sharp rebuke. She looked toward the sound. After the dizziness in her mind faded somewhat, Bei Yao saw eight men pointing batons at her.

Several men were on high alert, as if they would attack at any moment.

Bei Yao raised her hands.

The leader demanded sternly: “Who are you? How did you find this place?”

Bei Yao was also puzzled. One moment she’d been in her Marxism classroom, the next second she appeared in this strange place.

She was very nervous inside. Looking around, she felt somewhat dazed.

Beside her was a vast sea of purple lavender flowers. The ground beneath her feet was soft. She lowered her gaze—beneath her feet was a small patch of roses, as if just planted.

She stood at the highest point. Realizing this, her scalp tingled—she was actually standing on someone’s grave.

The tombstone was right in front, but unfortunately her current situation wasn’t good. Facing several men on high alert, Bei Yao didn’t dare move.

She spoke: “I also don’t know why I’m here. Can I leave immediately?”

The men’s expressions varied.

One man said to his companions: “We can’t let her go. This is forbidden ground. If people knew someone broke into the place we’re guarding, we’d all die. Yesterday was that young lady’s death anniversary. He’s still living in the manor not far away…”

Thinking of something, several people shuddered.

Bei Yao heard their discussion about killing to silence witnesses. Her heart jumped, and she turned to run.

The men reacted quickly. Like eagles catching a chick, they circled around several times and dragged her down.

A patch of the rose sea collapsed. Though they’d caught her, their faces were paler than Bei Yao’s.

They were done for—flowers Satan had planted with his own hands.

Bei Yao was caught, a baton pressed against her cheek.

Someone said: “Hurry up and kill her. See if we can replant the flowers.”

Bei Yao’s arms hurt. She was shocked that these people had no concept of law, speaking of murder as simply as eating. Even if stepping on someone’s grave was her fault, it wasn’t a capital offense. Moreover, she was standing on the grave when she regained consciousness—it wasn’t intentional.

About to be killed inexplicably, unwillingly she looked toward the tombstone.

Even if she died, she should know whose offense she’d committed, right?

It was late June. The purple lavender sea swayed in the wind.

She saw the photo on the tombstone.

Bei Yao froze. It was a face identical to hers. The girl in the photo smiled brightly, almond eyes curved. She stared face-to-face with the person on the tombstone, feeling an extremely absurd sensation.

Her gaze quickly swept over the words below.

The vigorous characters seemed carved stroke by stroke by hand, ancient yet simple: **Tomb of My Wife Bei Yao**

This was… her grave?

However, there was no time to think. The baton was about to strike down.

Bei Yao steeled herself and shouted: “Wait! I have a way to help you.”

Seeing they didn’t believe her, Bei Yao quickly said: “I look the same as the woman on the tombstone. If you don’t believe me, look.”

None of the men dared to look.

Someone said roughly: “Why believe her? Do you still want to live?”

“Don’t.” Bei Yao was nearly crying. “You’ve destroyed this rose garden—you’ll also be punished. I look the same as her. Your boss… boss will definitely soften.”

Ultimately fearing unknown punishment, someone boldly glanced at the tombstone, then looked at Bei Yao in shock, as if seeing a ghost.

“Really, exactly the same.”

“What do we do now?”

“How about, like she said, we take her to see that person first?”

—

June. A modern small manor built in the flower sea had quite an antique flavor.

Bei Yao was handcuffed and pushed before a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

“Mr. Yu, this is that woman.”

Yu Shangxian looked up. Seeing Bei Yao, the habitual false smile on his face froze. His expression grew heavy, taking on some gravity.

He yanked Bei Yao over.

After carefully scrutinizing Bei Yao’s face, he sneered: “The people behind you are really bold, daring to plastic surgery you into her appearance and send you over. Not afraid of the plan backfiring. Save it—others have tried this trick before. He doesn’t like any substitutes.”

Yu Shangxian was shocked by the girl’s appearance. After calming down, he added: “You people didn’t think it through either. Look at your age—at most you’re eighteen or nineteen like she was. If she were still alive, she’d be 26 now.”

Bei Yao wanted to cry but had no tears. First she was treated as a grave robber, now as a spy.

All along the way she’d been thinking—who would use the words “my wife”? And this world’s version of herself seemed to have been dead for a long time.

Her memories weren’t complete. Only that notebook recorded the future. Looking at these people, they didn’t seem like law-abiding good citizens. Bei Yao had even experienced something as incredible as rebirth, so now her acceptance level was quite high. She boldly guessed: “Is the master here Pei Chuan?”

Yu Shangxian’s expression turned strange.

The name Pei Chuan—no one had called it for a long time.

After the “Rebirth” chip was put into worldwide use, everyone only knew the heinous “Satan,” hardly anyone calling him by his given name Pei Chuan. Over time, even Yu Shangxian, his right-hand man, almost forgot—he was their leader Satan, but had once been Pei Chuan.

Looking at the young, innocent face before him, light flashed in Yu Shangxian’s narrow eyes. Too similar, too similar to that beautiful girl who died young. Not just the face—more similar were those clean, clear eyes.

Satan’s temper had gotten worse these two years. Even Yu Shangxian sometimes tread carefully. Yu Shangxian liked this current crazy world of the strong devouring the weak, but he didn’t like their leader completely becoming a world-destroying madman.

Regardless of this girl’s background, no harm in trying.

Yu Shangxian didn’t answer Bei Yao’s question, pushing and shoving her forward.

“I’m warning you, no matter your background, when you see him later, best not show any cowardice. Otherwise hmph, if your mission isn’t completed, your life will be forfeit here. Also…” Yu Shangxian’s tone was subtle. “Just call him like you did earlier.”

Bei Yao said: “Call him what? Pei Chuan?”

Yu Shangxian narrowed his slender eyes and nodded.

Bei Yao now was like a fledgling arriving in a new world. She felt the current world was strange and bizarre—humans seemed to have no restraints.

However, thinking of that “Satan” in the diary, her mood was nervous yet complex.

She’d actually been curious what that Pei Chuan from those past events would ultimately become. But now that she was really about to see him, she felt somewhat timid.

Walking up the spiral staircase, Yu Shangxian stopped: “Go in yourself in a moment.”

He was also an old fox. Bringing this woman up was like bringing a bomb. What would happen next couldn’t be predicted by humans. Though Yu Shangxian anticipated the changes “Bei Yao” could bring, his life was also very important.

If Satan accepted her, fine. If he didn’t accept this woman, he probably wouldn’t fare well either.

Yu Shangxian pushed her: “Go quickly.”

He wasn’t going anyway.

Bei Yao stumbled. She looked at this half-open, elegant wooden door before her, feeling complex, yet also especially curious.

The Pei Chuan they spoke of seemed different from the one she knew.

She paused, using her elbow to push open the door.

The darkness inside made her somewhat uncomfortable. In the mottled light, she immediately saw the man reading a book.

She froze. The man sat in a wheelchair, wearing a fallen angel mask on his face.

Hearing the sound, he frowned and raised his eyes.

Their four eyes met. The air quieted for a moment.

His breathing hitched.

Bei Yao breathed a sigh of relief. She’d just been nervous, but seeing the man’s pitch-black, deep eyes, she almost immediately confirmed—this was still Pei Chuan. Not much different from the one she knew.

The man pressed his lips together. The girl before him was only nineteen, her fine, soft long hair hanging loose, seemingly carrying a faint halo.

She tilted her head and slowly walked over.

In that short distance, Pei Chuan had countless ways to kill her. However, his hand rested on the wheelchair. In the end, stiff beyond belief, he actually allowed her to walk right in front of him.

Bei Yao reached out. She still wore handcuffs on her wrist, hesitantly placing them on the mask on the man’s face.

Before she could remove it, he gripped the cold handcuffs, stopping her movement.

The man’s voice was low: “Bei Yao?”

Bei Yao nodded. She was somewhat happy. All along the way, everyone thought she was a fake, but her Pei Chuan recognized her at a glance.

She said crisply: “It’s me.”

His black eyes looked at her quietly, without a trace of emotion.

Bei Yao said: “I don’t know how to explain to you. I woke up standing on that grave. I also don’t know what happened. Do you believe me?”

He didn’t speak.

Bei Yao was a bit anxious: “You don’t believe me?”

He closed his eyes: “I believe you.”

Bei Yao felt the man before her had really high acceptance. Something she herself took a long time to accept, he believed without asking anything.

Bei Yao told him about her origins. Pei Chuan listened quietly throughout.

She summarized simply: “In my world, you’re currently in prison.”

She carefully glanced at him, but this man before her seemed to be doing especially well.

Bei Yao hung her head dejectedly: “I was supposed to visit you tomorrow, but I don’t know why I appeared here.”

Pei Chuan looked away. After a long time he said: “I’ll have someone remove your handcuffs.”

He made a phone call. Before long, both Yu Shangxian and Gao Qiong arrived.

Bei Yao was unharmed. Yu Shangxian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Gao Qiong’s reaction was much more direct: “Holy shit! Seeing a ghost.”

Bei Yao didn’t know them and reflexively moved closer to Pei Chuan.

Pei Chuan’s fingers paused.

Gao Qiong reacted: “Satan, she died long ago. How could she appear here? She definitely has bad intentions. Implant the chip in her—she’ll say everything when questioned.”

Though Bei Yao didn’t understand about chips, she heard the malice in Gao Qiong’s words clearly.

Ever since arriving in this inexplicable world, everyone wanted to kill her.

Feeling insecure inside, nervous and uneasy, she crouched beside Pei Chuan, tentatively gripping his hand.

You won’t listen to them, right?

Pei Chuan froze.

Seeing this scene, Gao Qiong’s eyes nearly popped out. Holy shit, this woman of unknown origin with “ulterior motives”—her guts were too fat!

Satan would definitely chop off her hand. Definitely!

Pei Chuan’s thumb lightly rubbed the small hand in his palm, then he looked up, warning Gao Qiong with a glance: “You’re scaring her.”

“…” Gao Qiong had ten thousand curses in her heart!

Bei Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

Pei Chuan released her hand: “Don’t be afraid. They won’t do anything to you. Your clothes are stained with mud. Go change first.”

Bei Yao followed someone away, looking back every three steps.

Gao Qiong’s face flushed red with anger. She whispered to Shangxian: “That scheming bitch. If I’d known this would work, I would’ve gotten plastic surgery to look like Bei Yao long ago.”

Yu Shangxian almost laughed out loud. He made his expression serious, warning: “These two years his temper has been unpredictable. That scene just now—you know in your heart, it’s been many years since we’ve seen him this gentle, right? Who cares if that woman is real or fake? As long as we live well.”

Gao Qiong gritted her teeth, so angry she wanted to punch her silicone chest.

She saw it—Satan touched that girl’s hand. If she’d known the substitute plot would work, she would’ve gotten surgery to become the boss’s woman too.

Yu Shangxian smiled darkly: “Who knows how long she can last without exposing herself? Just wait and watch the show.”

However, the two waiting to watch the show soon had stinging faces.

—

Bei Yao changed into a dress and sat at the dining table.

June weather—the dining room had air conditioning, the air diffused with a faint lavender scent.

She and Pei Chuan were eating dinner.

The long dining table was very luxurious. She watched the man across the long table silently dining. He ate without removing his mask. Gao Qiong and Yu Shangxian both stood to the side. It seemed he was used to eating alone—even if others were present, they just stood guard.

Bei Yao now had an extremely complex feeling about familiar people.

In this world, everyone wanted to kill the bad woman “fake Bei Yao.” Only Pei Chuan believed her. Only he, though seeming a bit strange, she understood—he was her Pei Chuan.

The one who bought her Olympic tickets, carried her through campus, and turned himself in for her.

She moved her stool to sit beside him.

No need to gaze across the dining table—this was much better.

Seeing him look up at her, she showed an affectionate smile.

Pei Chuan’s gaze was strange. He didn’t speak.

Gao Qiong’s lips twitched.

She really couldn’t stand it anymore. This fake didn’t think things through. Back when the real Bei Yao was brought over by Pei Chuan, that cold, distant atmosphere between them was the most normal way of interacting.

In her memory, Bei Yao wasn’t good. That Bei Yao didn’t like Satan, was somewhat afraid of him. Though grateful, her expression only held respect. She never got close. Satan’s eyes would often dim.

But this damn fake was a clingy little girl who didn’t think.

If you’re going to imitate, at least add some polite, distant respect!

Acting coy and clingy—and the perceptive Satan actually accepted everything. Gao Qiong’s teeth ground audibly. This fake was definitely a scheming bitch!

The fake was picky eating. By Satan’s side, she didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. Just occasionally her big eyes glanced at the two door gods—Gao Qiong and Yu Shangxian.

Yu Shangxian found this girl lively and interesting, smiling at her. Gao Qiong wasn’t so kind, glaring at her.

What are you so pleased about? Once Satan’s novelty wears off, you’re done for.

Bei Yao didn’t understand Gao Qiong’s mental activity. Naturally she wasn’t pleased inside. She’d just arrived in a strange place and discovered she didn’t know a single person besides Pei Chuan.

This world seemed very changed. For instance, the people by his side were all faces she’d never seen before.

That Yu Shangxian looked refined but was deeply scheming and sinister. Gao Qiong also looked fierce.

Her instinct told her the person sitting and eating with her was currently the most terrifying person. But because he was Pei Chuan, Bei Yao wouldn’t fear him.

After finishing the meal, by rights it was time for Yu Shangxian and Gao Qiong to report.

Gao Qiong kept her mouth shut.

She glanced sideways at Bei Yao, her gaze very obvious—Satan, this is a spy. You won’t let her listen in, will you?

The “little spy girl” sat on a small stool, looking back at her blankly.

Yu Shangxian barely suppressed his laughter.

Yu Shangxian was smarter than Gao Qiong, picking some unimportant work to discuss.

Then Yu Shangxian asked Pei Chuan: “Will you still plant flowers tomorrow? I heard that flower bed was disturbed by this young lady’s appearance.”

Hearing this, Bei Yao reflexively looked at him. She was somewhat embarrassed—she hadn’t done it on purpose.

Pei Chuan said: “No need.”

After the work report finished, Gao Qiong’s mind turned. She suddenly made conversation with Bei Yao: “How old are you this year?”

Bei Yao answered: “Nineteen.”

Gao Qiong laughed: “Satan, she says she’s nineteen!” Bei Yao was twenty-two when she died. This idiot! Exposed, right?

Pei Chuan’s gaze fell on Bei Yao. Several people looked at her. Bei Yao was somewhat nervous. She was nineteen—what was wrong with that?

Yu Shangxian raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

Pei Chuan said: “Alright, now that you’re done talking, go to sleep.” He paused, then said to Bei Yao: “Pick an empty room here to stay in. Whichever one you like is fine.”

Bei Yao bit her lip. Not far away was “her” grave, and everywhere were people wanting to implant some chaotic chip in her.

Bei Yao felt a heavy sense of crisis. In her heart, she was his girlfriend and really liked him.

So when Pei Chuan pushed his wheelchair to leave, she grabbed his sleeve.

Pei Chuan turned back. The girl’s eyes were dewy. She asked uncertainly: “Can I stay with you?”

His heart trembled.

He knew this was also Bei Yao, yet he’d grown accustomed to her being respectful and in awe of him. Before, she wouldn’t even speak affectionately to him. Pei Chuan was also used to treating her with the respectful, proper attitude he’d used with the previous Bei Yao. But now this one…

He looked at her clear almond eyes, silent for a long time.

Gao Qiong was about to jump. She swore she could barely hold back. The age didn’t even match, and such an excessive request—she didn’t believe Satan could still tolerate it!