Lin Heng was eating his meal in the break room behind his office, a space smaller than his office.

The break room was only for his personal use.

The small dining table originally only had one chair, but in the last few months, they added another one.

Shang Xinglu walked around the table to his side.

There wasn’t an extra chair next to him.

Given Shang Xinglu’s tendency to act coquettish and especially how she liked to cling to Lin Heng when being affectionate, it was almost a given that if there weren’t enough chairs, she would sit on Lin Heng’s lap.

But this time, she didn’t.

Her mind was too chaotic.

She thought her reasoning was correct.

— She had somehow crossed over into the body of Lin Heng’s ex-wife when she was a child, grown up, then lost her memory of the journey after a car accident, only to later remember the absurd plot of the original novel.

That was when she finally realized she had transmigrated into the story.

But the more she thought her theory was correct, the more confused she became.

She looked down at Lin Heng, and he didn’t pull her in. Although she hadn’t moved closer, Lin Heng felt a little uncomfortable.

She asked again, “…When we were married, did we have a good relationship?”

Lin Heng was an honest person.

His position gave him enough confidence to never lie.

Looking at the face of Shang Xinglu, who was struggling to suppress her anxious expression, Lin Heng surprisingly thought: Louise doesn’t remember, why not say something that would make her happy?

But he quickly dismissed that thought.

He knew very well.

Louise was actually very smart; she just didn’t care about many things. So no matter how people tried to deceive her, she didn’t mind, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t see through things.

Moreover, he couldn’t lie to her.

Lin Heng answered honestly: “…It wasn’t good.”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

Although she had already guessed it, hearing Lin Heng say it out loud made her heart sink even further.

She asked again, “Then how did we get married?”

The original novel said it was an arranged marriage.

There was still a gap between rich families.

Shang Xinglu didn’t think that, with her family’s strength, she could have an arranged marriage with Lin Heng, receive his parents’ approval, and then get married.

Lin Heng thought for a moment.

Then he said, “We followed the… typical process of a love marriage.”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

She pouted, “That pause and the tone of doubt… suspicious.”

A love marriage, huh?

A love marriage, and yet she had to be escorted by his assistant just to have a meal with him?

How much of a pain in the neck was she after marriage???

Shang Xinglu suddenly felt dark thoughts clouding her mind, almost wanting to slump onto the floor in despair.

“Sort of. Before we got married, I had feelings for you. As for whether you had feelings for me, I don’t know, you just agreed to my proposal,” Lin Heng added, “We decided to marry very quickly.”

…So the period of “dating” was probably incredibly short.

Shang Xinglu automatically filled in the blanks for Lin Heng’s words.

She nodded, indicating she understood.

Then Shang Xinglu cautiously asked, “The reason we didn’t have a good relationship… was it because of me?”

She almost asked: How troublesome was I before?

Because when Shang Xinglu carefully thought about it, if she really wanted to be troublesome, she could certainly be that troublesome!

…She could be such a drama queen! Hmph.

But unexpectedly, Lin Heng said: “The reason wasn’t just you, it was probably both of us.”

Shang Xinglu: “?”

She immediately waved her hand, “No, no, no, I don’t believe you could have been more troublesome than me, it’s definitely me who won.”

Lin Heng glanced at her, speechless.

Did this really need a competition?

Lin Heng said: “During the two years we were married, I spent a year and a half… in the United States.”

After that, both of them fell silent.

Lin Heng, trying to save face, explained, “At that time, I had just taken over as the CEO of Clemens, and M&E was in the crucial period of its listing.”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

Then Shang Xinglu laughed easily and said: “I suddenly feel like whatever I’ve done, it can all be forgiven now.”

Lin Heng: “…”

Shang Xinglu continued to smile: “So even if I remember now, I’m not afraid, no worries.”

Lin Heng cleared his throat and said: “It really was a special time.”

They say that poor people measure love by how much money you can give them, while rich people measure it by how much time they’re willing to give you.

Shang Xinglu used to think that with a lot of money, how could she feel empty?

However, the reality proved that these were two entirely different things, and she didn’t want to choose between them.

She wanted it all!

Shang Xinglu pushed herself up, lightly jumping onto the table, swinging her legs in the air.

“How did you think about it? If you were so busy, you shouldn’t have married. Who could stand such a long plastic marriage?” Even though she didn’t remember, she could imagine herself ranting about Lin Heng with her girlfriends during that time, “Why the rush? We could have just dated first!”

She wore an A-line skirt, and her slender, fair legs swayed, making Lin Heng’s heart itch.

Lin Heng grabbed her swaying leg and said, “In a year and a half, I might not be able to marry you.”

At that moment, he looked up and gazed into Shang Xinglu’s eyes.

Lin Heng’s gaze was intense, as if saying, “Do you think Shen Wang is just sitting around doing nothing?”

Shang Xinglu’s face turned slightly red.

She changed the subject, saying, “So, the reason for our relationship problems is the long-distance separation; the communication hasn’t been smooth.”

Lin Heng pulled her down and then brought her closer to him.

His hands firmly wrapped around Shang Xinglu’s slim waist, and his expression was determined.

“Separation is just the cause,” Lin Heng said, “The real reason is that you want a divorce, but I don’t want one.”

One side is trying to find ways to get a divorce, creating all sorts of issues, while the other side refuses, with a time difference of more than ten hours and poor communication.

Their relationship was never strong to begin with, so naturally, things kept getting worse.

At this moment, Shang Xinglu let out a sudden laugh.

“Mr. Lin, if you’re saying this, at least it means our relationship had a decent start, right? But with all that, we still managed to ruin it. I have to say, our two years of marriage were truly bizarre.”

Shang Xinglu rested her chin on his shoulder. “Suddenly, I really want to remember… why did I even marry you…”

Lin Heng, however, said, “Whether you remember or not, it doesn’t matter to me.”

He usually spoke with a gentle tone, his voice pleasant and refined.

But now, his tone was somewhat forceful, just like the hand he had around her waist, firm and unyielding.

“I liked you the first time, and now I love you the second time. No matter what happens, even if we forget, I’ll love you a third time.”

Shang Xinglu’s breath caught.

The invisible weight pressing on her heart seemed to lighten, just a little.

Lin Heng: “Louise, you belong to me, and only to me.”

After spending some time in Lin Heng’s office, Shang Xinglu gave herself the afternoon off and went home to rest.

Although she got quite a few answers from Lin Heng, Shang Xinglu still had many doubts that she couldn’t discuss with him, and it was impossible to get answers from anyone else.

One of her lingering questions was about her life since entering the book.

She first went to the same university as her close friends, and only after a year, did she go to Cambridge.

To be honest, she wasn’t boasting—she was quite good at exams.

It wasn’t that she was dissing her friends’ school; while that school might be good by universal standards, it wasn’t quite up to Shang Xinglu’s standards when it came to choosing universities.

Next, why did she choose the major of international relations and politics?

She was a little bit biased in her studies, especially when it came to politics, which made her want to fall asleep while reading. It was strange that she chose this major, almost as if her brain had taken a wrong turn.

Although she often complained about how useless some majors were—like astronomy, saying things like, “Choosing a major that leads to tears”—in truth, if she didn’t genuinely like it, she wouldn’t have stuck with it and stayed at the research institute.

Shang Xinglu always thought that if she could live her life again, she’d still choose astronomy.

But how did it end up… slapping her face with reality?

What was even more terrifying was that after graduation, she even went to Hollywood to act…

Shang Xinglu: “…………”

Damn, did a donkey kick me in the head?!

She cursed herself!

No wonder she needed to see a neurologist—this situation definitely needed some proper treatment!

In the afternoon, another guest visited Lin Heng’s office.

It was Lin Yan, who hadn’t been back to the country for several months.

But this time, he came back secretly.

It just so happened that it was afternoon tea time when he arrived, so Lin Yan, as usual, was nibbling on some sweet pastries and drinking fragrant Earl Grey tea, all while enjoying his cousin’s overtime face.

Lin Yan suddenly felt a sense of psychological satisfaction.

He said, “Ah, how nostalgic. Since you tricked me, I haven’t had a good afternoon tea.”

Lin Heng didn’t even look up and said, “You clearly got what you wanted.”

Stop acting all innocent.

Although Lin Yan didn’t like being busy, as Lin Heng said, he wasn’t that reluctant either.

“After all, it was something I hadn’t gotten before. Like you said… What if I’m really a perfect match?” Lin Yan smiled, unembarrassed, and continued drinking his afternoon tea.

Lin Heng wasn’t too busy to talk. He stopped his actions, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his hands on his abdomen.

“You came here for something?”

Lin Yan said, “You already know, don’t you? Lin Maosen has been suppressed heavily recently and has already gone into hiding.”

Lin Heng obviously knew.

He had resigned, but that didn’t mean his influence couldn’t still reach into Clemens. In fact, he was one of the masterminds behind it.

Lin Heng waited for Lin Yan to continue.

Lin Yan: “So, you and Louise can start thinking about remarrying soon.”

Lin Heng: “…”

Lin Heng never expected Lin Yan to travel all the way back just to have afternoon tea and say something like that.

Lin Yan said, “I’m not bored, I’m giving you a kind reminder. You were always excellent since childhood, but when it comes to chasing girls, you’re just like a little brother.”

Lin Yan pretended to calculate something, “I think my cooked sister-in-law is about to fly away.”

Lin Heng: “…You can leave now.”

Lin Yan didn’t leave. He was now powerful, so he just kept drinking tea.

Lin Heng didn’t understand why Lin Yan was so interested in his love life. After thinking for a moment, he still answered.

“This matter isn’t up to me,” Lin Heng said calmly, yet with a hint of reluctance. “It’s up to her.”

“…”

“She hasn’t figured things out yet. When she does, remarrying won’t be too late.”

Lin Heng sighed lightly, as if helpless, but also somewhat affectionate.

He said, “This time, I want Louise to marry me willingly, not because of timing, and not with half-hearted intentions.”

Lin Yan clicked his tongue, “With your obsession and perfectionism, I wonder how you’re ever going to find a wife…” Then he asked with curiosity, “Why can’t I do it? What’s the problem?”

Lin Heng shot him a cold look, “…You can leave.”