Shen Zhili had once again been fucked unconscious by her domineering CEO husband.
While in a deep sleep, she had a dream. In the dream, she returned home from shopping and told her husband a joke.
Her husband didn’t laugh, but the woman hiding in the wardrobe did.
Then she woke up in a rage.
Shen Zhili opened her eyes, tugged at the collar of her silk pajamas soaked with cold sweat, and let out a sigh of relief.
“So it was just a dream.”
“A dream scared me awake?”
“Then I’m not even fit to be the sleeping husband in those videos, because I don’t have such good sleep quality.”
Shen Zhili sighed and reached out beside her, wanting to touch the familiar abs to soothe her emotions.
But all she felt was empty space.
Shen Zhili paused.
Huh?
She propped herself up with a confused look.
“Where’s my husband?”
“Where’s my domineering CEO husband with eight-pack abs, who lasts two hours and can be picked up and rocked?”
Muttering to herself, she pulled her phone from under the pillow and glanced at the time: 2 a.m.
“He’s gone at this hour?”
An absurd thought crept into her mind.
“Could that dream be true? Did he really cheat?”
Thinking this, Shen Zhili immediately opened Green Bubble and pulled up the person whose profile picture hadn’t changed in ten years.
But because she was still a bit dazed, she failed to notice…
The contact name had changed from “husband who always rises to the occasion” to “Jiang Xianzhuo.”
And he was no longer her pinned contact.
Her fingers tapped rapidly on the chat window:
[Husband, where are you?]
After sending the message, Shen Zhili started counting down.
A minute passed, and the phone remained completely still.
Her anger flared up.
[Not replying? Fine, you’ve pissed me off. If you don’t reply now, don’t bother coming home ever again.]
After sending this, she tossed her phone aside with a flourish, lay back down, and pulled the covers over herself.
Shen Zhili began waiting angrily.
Waiting for that man—who was “aloof in front of others but insubordinate in front of her”—to come and coax her.
A few minutes later, the phone screen lit up as expected.
“Took you this long to reply?”
Shen Zhili spoke irritably, venting her anger into the air.
“I won’t give anyone a good face today.”
With a stern expression, she opened Green Bubble, ready to continue her tirade.
But the message from the other person was—
[Shen Zhili, did you send this to the wrong person?]
Shen Zhili: “?”
Is this guy rebelling?
Gritting her teeth, she began tapping on her phone:
[What do you mean? Do you want a divorce?]
Just after sending the message, Shen Zhili’s fingers suddenly paused.
Wait, that’s not right.
This form of address was too unfamiliar.
Jiang Xianzhuo had many names for her, such as:
“Wife.”
“Young Miss.”
“Hard-rice eater.”
“Showerhead Sister.”
“Bedroom coward.”
But he had never called her “Shen Zhili.”
…Wait.
He had.
Deep in her memory, during the year he hated her the most.
Shen Zhili froze.
She looked down again at the phone in her hand, only now belatedly noticing that the screen size seemed to have changed.
It was pitifully small.
As small as a useless man.
Her phone screen was supposed to be super large, just like Jiang Xianzhou—very useful.
And…
The contact name on the Green Bubble interface was no longer “husband who always rises to the occasion.”
“What… is going on?”
Shen Zhili suspected she hadn’t actually woken up and was still in a dream.
The next second, several more messages popped up on the screen, carrying undisguised coldness and mockery:
【?】
【What are you talking about?】
【Do I need to remind you, Miss Shen?】
【Just yesterday, you called me a sewer rat in front of everyone and said you felt disgusted just looking at me.】
Shen Zhili’s eyes widened.
Ignoring all that useless nonsense, she focused her gaze intently on the words “just yesterday” and “disgusted.”
“What?!”
“Wasn’t this eight years ago?!”
She frantically exited the chat interface, hurriedly opened her phone’s calendar, and screamed when she saw the year displayed.
“I actually traveled back in time?!”
“And it’s the year Jiang Xianzhuo hated me the most?!!”
…
Meanwhile, downstairs at the Shen family villa.
A slender figure leaned against the shadows of a roadside tree, the streetlight casting deeper shadows over his brow bone and nose bridge.
Even in the dim light, the astonishingly superior bone structure beneath his skin was unmistakable.
His complexion was sickly pale, with soft, slightly curly black hair falling over his forehead and a gloomy look in his eyes.
All of this handsome young man’s attention was fixed on a phone clutched tightly in his hand, its surface growing warm from his grip.
After a long silence, he suddenly shifted his gaze from the phone screen and looked up at the dark window on the second floor of the villa.
In the darkness, his thin lips moved slightly, his breath unsteady.
“She… called me husband?”
…
Shen Zhili was utterly shattered.
Clutching her blanket, she cried as if her heart would break.
“This is a dream, dear heavens, please tell me this is a dream.”
Just a few hours earlier, before that damned nightmare woke her up, she had thought she was the happiest among everyone she knew.
Her husband was not only a domineering CEO but also loyal, obedient, wealthy, and a legendary endurance king.
Most importantly, he looked exactly like her favorite type.
All her friends and close girlfriends said Jiang Xianzhuo resembled some classical prince, with an innate sense of fragility and an air of nobility.
Shen Zhili didn’t quite understand that. She just thought her husband was drop-dead gorgeous, the kind of handsome that transcended time and place, incredibly captivating.
He was the type who looked like a sickly beauty but actually hid all the good stuff under his clothes, reserved only for her eyes.
…And for her touch.
But now, after waking up, all of that was gone.
“Wah, this dream really is cursed.”
“Wah, damn it all, give my husband back to me.”
Shen Zhili cried and cursed while occasionally dabbing at the corners of her eyes, afraid she’d cry herself into fine wrinkles.
“Wah, how can this be? Even if I had to travel back in time, why did it have to be this year?”
She began recalling the events of this year, tallying up her own sins.
“Not only did I call him a sewer rat in front of a crowd, but I also said his deadpan face looked like he’d jerked off a hundred times, died from exhaustion, and then been revived…”
“Wah, what else did I say…”
“Wah, I remember now. I also threw a thousand yuan at him and told him to go see a urologist, saying he clearly looked like he was bad in bed…”
The more she recalled, the more she broke down. Shen Zhili began tugging at her hair and wailing.
“Why did my eight-years-ago self have such a foul mouth?!”
“Wah…”
That night, Shen Zhili didn’t sleep well, crying her heart out until dawn.
That night, Jiang Xianzhuo didn’t sleep well either.
Clutching his phone, he stood outside Shen Zhili’s house all night long.
(The author isn’t great at geography and proudly came up with a name—Qinzhou Academy—only to discover such a place actually exists in reality. Friends from Guangxi, please treat it as a fictional city with the same name and don’t get pulled out of the story.
Also, since the author has never attended an aristocratic school, all systems, including the aristocratic school uniform, are entirely fictional creations. Please do not compare them to reality. Please don’t!!
If anyone still criticizes the author over the school’s setting, I really have no defense. I’m very fragile, so please don’t do this.)