Thinking of this, Jiang Zhixue pressed a hand to her suffocating chest and gently closed the cabinet door.
She began tidying up this "home."
She cleaned and organized everything inside and out, wiping everything down, gathering the trash, and placing it by the door.
Being on the eighth floor, she really didn’t want to go downstairs just to throw out the garbage.
She was exhausted, her back and shoulders aching, and she was hungry.
After searching the entire place, she found two packs of instant noodles, a bit of regular noodles, some rice, and three eggs.
To be this poor—truly unmatched.
She had originally planned to cook herself a bowl of noodles with an egg, but she discovered the power strip connected to the induction cooker was broken. After fiddling with it a few times without fixing it, she gave up.
The wiring in this apartment was already substandard and exposed, posing various safety hazards, so she didn’t dare tamper with it further.
She settled for soaking one pack of instant noodles. Initially, she considered eating both, but remembering that Zhou Yan would need to eat when he returned, she saved one pack.
So poor!
After eating, Jiang Zhixue climbed into bed to sleep.
This room was far worse than the coffin room she had lived in before transmigrating.
But it was her only place to stay; she had no other choice.
Lying in bed, she pulled the blanket over herself.
The bedding wasn’t clean—it carried the smell of sweat, mildew, and a faint, cool scent of cedar, which was Zhou Yan’s scent.
Having been married for these few years, this body was still familiar with his smell.
Having died suddenly and with this body already exhausted, Jiang Zhixue quickly fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was already daylight.
She sat up, moved to sit by the bedroom doorway—which was like a cave entrance—and slowly came to her senses, accepting the reality of having transmigrated into a book.
Suddenly, she realized that Zhou Yan hadn’t returned at all last night.
Had he been delivering takeout all day and driving for a ride-sharing service all night?
Didn’t he need to sleep?
"Creak…" She heard the door sound.
She hurriedly got out of bed and pulled open the nearly falling-apart door to see Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan was equally stunned to see her.
The woman before him had tousled curly hair, drowsy eyes, and a weary, lazy expression.
She was wearing his shirt, her exposed legs straight and snow-white, elegant and sensual.
Jiang Zhixue was considered tall, but compared to him, she appeared slender and petite, swimming in his shirt, which made her seem even more delicate and lively.
Her chest was still full and prominent.
A clear indication of her ample figure.
In the past, when she had pursued him fiercely, she hadn’t held back from throwing herself at him. He was quite familiar with this body, and a faint blush crossed his face as he gazed at her with dark, intense eyes.
The man’s gaze was penetrating, and under his stare, a rosy flush immediately spread across her cheeks.
While this body and he were practically an old married couple, she wasn’t.
Hastily changing the subject, she asked, "Um… why are you only coming back now?"
She also studied Zhou Yan closely.
He hadn’t been wearing these clothes when he left yesterday.
Now, he was dressed in a white shirt paired with a suit and suit pants.
Though the quality was poor, they were neatly pressed and clean, and on him, they looked sharp and proper, exuding a certain domineering pressure.
He somewhat resembled a male lead now.
There was also a faint, fresh scent on him.
Unconsciously, she leaned closer and sniffed: "What did you go do?"
It couldn’t be—
Her eyes roamed over his face, scrutinizing him.
Whether in terms of physique or looks, he was top-tier.
Twenty-five years old—the prime age for a man.
If he were willing to "enter the industry," making big money would be easy.
Only then did Zhou Yan confirm that the person before him was indeed Jiang Zhixue and that she hadn’t left last night.
But the way she was scrutinizing him—
He stepped inside, his tone cool: "I went to drive for a ride-sharing service."
"Oh~" She nodded in understanding.
In Haishi, a suit is standard attire for ride-hailing drivers, and the car's interior must smell fresh and pleasant.
The scent on him was from the car's air freshener.
"Why are you only back now?" It was already past eight in the morning.
Zhou Yan hadn’t slept all night and was already exhausted and uncomfortable. His brows immediately furrowed as he explained impatiently, "I drove someone to the airport and got back late."
Jiang Zhixue paused, recalling how in the past, every time he returned, she would interrogate him like a criminal and hurl vicious insults.
She quickly explained, "I didn’t mean anything else. It’s just that you left so early last night and only returned now. You’ve been driving for too long."
"Driving is already tiring. This way, it’s easy to die suddenly…"
She herself had died suddenly and had a psychological shadow about it, so she was particularly concerned.
Zhou Yan was about to take off his suit jacket—this jacket was specifically for driving ride-hailing and needed to be kept in good condition.
Hearing her words, he turned and looked at her in surprise.
Nothing she said would have been surprising, except for this.
Jiang Zhixue, under his gaze, remembered her outrageous behavior during this period and felt a panic that he might see through her—that she wasn’t the original owner.
"Well… you go ahead with your things. I’ll go buy breakfast…"
There was no food at home, and she was already feeling dizzy from hunger.
As she spoke, she climbed onto the bed, picked out a simple-style dress, and prepared to change and go out.
Looking at the white dress worth sixteen hundred and eighty, her heart ached.
Wearing it once might affect its resale value.
But wearing Zhou Yan’s clothes outside wasn’t appropriate either.
As she unbuttoned her clothes to change, she could feel the man outside, and her face flushed red.
The room was too small. Separated only by a board, she could clearly sense the man outside and even hear his breathing.
Holding her breath, she saw that the man showed no intention of coming in. Only then did she purse her lips, suppress her breathing, quietly unbutton her clothes, and furtively put on her bra.
When she put on the bra, she couldn’t help but give it a little lift.
So well-endowed!
And it felt nice too.
No wonder she was the beautiful, wicked ex-wife—the original owner really had good looks.
Before crossing over, Jiang Zhixue could only be described as not bad-looking, relying on her high education, intelligence, and refined demeanor.
But this body—she was even a little infatuated with it herself.
Suddenly remembering the man was right outside, her face flushed again, and she hurriedly dressed quietly.
Zhou Yan stood in the outer room, holding the suit he had just taken off. His hearing was sharp—he could hear the woman quietly changing clothes, and even her slightly heavier breaths.
In the past, when she changed clothes, she would always do it right in front of him.
Before he went to meet female clients or attend banquets, she would seduce him intensely, saying that if a man was satisfied, he wouldn’t stray outside.
Now—
His brows furrowed again.
Jiang Zhixue finished dressing, picked out the most low-key hairpin, tied her hair at the back of her head, and climbed down from the bed, only to see the man frowning as he looked at her.
Zhou Yan watched her. She was wearing a pearl-white square-neck maxi dress, the fabric emitting a soft glow that made her look delicate and radiant.
A pearl hairpin gathered her curly hair, letting it fall behind her.
This outfit highlighted her pure and innocent aura without diminishing her charm in the slightest.
An exquisite blend of purity and allure.
Dressed like this, she must be planning to seduce those men outside again.
He knew that there were several wealthy second-generation heirs around Jiang Zhixue who had designs on her.
Jiang Zhixue: "?"
"I… I'm going downstairs to buy breakfast."
She was genuinely hungry.
Moreover, since he had just returned at this time, carrying only a fresh scent, it was clear he hadn't eaten breakfast either.
After saying this, she went out.
Zhou Yan stared at the half-open door, his gaze deep and dark.
Having come this far, he no longer wanted to concern himself with it.
He walked to the kitchen cabinet, opened it, and reached for the instant noodles.
Last night, there were many people hailing taxis, and he hadn't had time to get out and eat.
He also didn’t dare to bring food into the car, afraid of leaving odors, as he couldn’t afford to have it cleaned.
So from last night until now, he hadn’t eaten anything and was starving, his stomach practically sticking to his back.
As he reached for the instant noodles, he noticed one packet was missing. Looking around, he saw that every corner of the small room had been tidied up neatly.
The bowls and pots were all washed and arranged in perfect order.
Not only had Jiang Zhixue not left, but she had also cleaned the house and eaten a packet of instant noodles.
Cleaned the house—
Suddenly, he threw down the instant noodles, anxiously climbed onto the bed, and pulled open the cabinet in the farthest corner of the bottom row.
His damaged computer, main unit, and some electronic products were still preserved exactly as they were, untouched and not thrown away by Jiang Zhixue.
Although he was now bankrupt, and these computers, main units, monitors, and several electronic items were all damaged,
he had insisted on bringing them all along.
Inside them were stored the fruits of his labor, from the time he first encountered AI in his sophomore year, through his dedicated research into AI, until the bankruptcy of his company.
AI was another vast universe for him to soar through—a realm full of power and infinite possibilities.
It was also the future of this era, the future of humanity.
It was something that made his blood boil and his heart tremble with excitement.
It held his ideals, aspirations, and ambitions.
Even though he was bankrupt and everything was ruined, his dreams and the future of AI had long since grown into towering trees within his heart—indestructible and eternal.
Unless he died.
Seeing that these things remained untouched, he finally let out a sigh of relief.