Chapter 2

“Ahhhhh——I’ve done good deeds all my life. Why do I have to encounter something like this!” Ji Qingyu cried out in her heart.

It was bad enough to suddenly be five years older, but she could endure it if she had to. Becoming Mrs. Feng was a good thing, but why did she have to marry Feng Chengze?!

It would be a lie to say she never dreamed of marrying a domineering CEO. After all, she had been immersed in books since high school, and the real dream began after she started dating Feng Yu. She suddenly realized it was no longer an unattainable dream, and naturally, she was excited.

It’s hard to go from luxury to frugality. Her relationship with Feng Yu was both painful and joyful. Although she wasn’t lacking in suitors, there were very few genuine wealthy second-generation heirs in her life. She had never been in the same circle as these people. From kindergarten to university, the people around her were all ordinary, with the best being the senior she was involved with. The senior’s family owned a chain of supermarkets, and it was said they had a few million.

However, the saying “money corrupts” was vividly demonstrated in the senior’s family. After gaining wealth, the senior’s scumbag father revealed his true nature, keeping two mistresses. After being caught by the senior’s mother, they had several life-and-death fights. Fortunately, they divorced, and the mother, determined to strip the father of his wealth, took as much as she could. The family was split into several parts. The senior had a half-sister and a half-brother. So, after dividing the few million, the senior couldn’t even touch the edge of being a wealthy second-generation heir in Jing City.

Ji Qingyu never thought she was someone who despised the poor and loved the rich. She was the true, good, and beautiful character in novels. One day, she met Feng Yu and realized that others just didn’t throw enough money at her. After being showered with money, she realized she wanted to enter the wealthy family. She often worried about what kind of man she would find to heal the scars left by money if she ever broke up with Feng Yu.

Today, she finally had an answer.
That was to find a man richer than Feng Yu…
But the problem was, how did she end up with Feng Chengze??

As she tossed and turned in bed, there was a rhythmic knock on the door. She sat up quickly, smoothed her hair, and said awkwardly, “Come in.”

She looked towards the door and saw a tall, broad figure in black, almost blocking the light. The next second, he pushed the door open and walked in, tall and stern. She felt a strange sense of fear and instinctively moved back. The thin blanket covering her body slipped off, revealing her loose pajamas, making her look even more fragile.

Ji Qingyu felt helpless. She had packed seven or eight sets of pajamas in her suitcase. Most of the fabrics were cool, covering the top but not the bottom or covering the bottom but revealing a large area of white skin. It was really nerve-wracking. She didn’t know where to reason with this; she wasn’t the type to buy such pajamas—even when going out with Feng Yu, she never thought about it.

Thank goodness there was at least one conservative set of pajamas. She guessed that the “her” from five years later had prepared it, considering they had to spend the night on the plane. After all, there were other people on this plane.

Feng Chengze walked over without glancing at her. His attitude was as cold as when they first met.

“Miss Ji, if you don’t mind, can we talk?”

“I don’t mind.”

Ji Qingyu was also relieved. She wasn’t the only one experiencing this; Feng Chengze was, too. Maybe that’s how people’s psychology works—facing something scary alone is terrifying, but having a companion makes it a bit more bearable.

Feng Chengze seemed to have strong mental resilience. She had heard Feng Yu say more than once that his older brother was the most powerful and capable, and nothing could stump him. So even though the situation was bizarre, she thought that with Feng Chengze around, there was no need to be too afraid. He should be able to handle it.

Feng Chengze closed the door behind him, isolating the noise outside, at least ensuring no one could hear their conversation. Then, he sat on a chair a little distance from the bed, leaning back in a relaxed posture.

“Miss Ji, we can slowly investigate what happened in these five years.”
We?

Ji Qingyu immediately flattered him, “Mr. Feng, I believe in you. You will definitely find out.”

For example, how these two completely impossible people ended up together and got married…

And even had a daughter.

“Okay.” Feng Chengze was silent for a few seconds. “So, a few things need to be dealt with. First, I am currently married, both internally and externally. Whether within the group or at home, our every move may be closely watched.”

Ji Qingyu listened attentively. The last time they met, he seemed to have only said two words to her: hello and goodbye.

Suddenly, hearing him say such a long sentence, she felt a bit dazed.

“…If people speculate that there are problems in our marriage, the board may be very worried.” Including project partners and investors, they would all consider it carefully. At least for Feng Chengze, marriage was not a private matter behind closed doors. What did divorce mean? It meant that assets and even shares would have to be recalculated.

Feng Chengze knew better than anyone how damaging divorce could be in this circle. To put it bluntly, a few years ago, it didn’t matter to him who he married. He would have a respectful marriage like his parents. The only unexpected thing was that his wife was Ji Qingyu. It was hard to accept, but he had no choice. If he wasn’t mistaken, they even had a child. So, considering all the practical factors, he had to maintain the status quo until this “dream” ended. That was the best for Yisheng and the Feng family.

Ji Qingyu wasn’t stupid. She understood the underlying meaning of Feng Chengze’s words and nodded obediently, as if he were a strict teacher and she was an obedient student—whether she was truly obedient was another matter, but she had to put on a good front.

“So, if you are willing, I think we can…” Feng Chengze paused, “Do you understand what I mean?”

“I understand.” Ji Qingyu completed his unfinished sentence, “You mean that whether at home or outside, we can’t let others suspect that we are having marital problems or are getting a divorce.”

Feng Chengze’s eyebrows relaxed slightly. Fortunately, he could communicate normally with her. It would be very troublesome for him if she couldn’t accept that they had come five years into the future. He really didn’t want to have to comfort her misplaced emotions while dealing with everything else.

“What do you think?” He showed respect for her opinion.

Not to mention, Ji Qingyu had no idea what had happened in the past five years. She was not the type to confront head-on; no, she was a softie, and he was clearly a tough guy. If she really went against him, she feared he would coldly and ruthlessly get rid of her.

“I’ll listen to you,” Ji Qingyu said softly, lowering her head. She was submissive, showing a compliant attitude.

If this were a scenario in an infinite flow novel, Feng Chengze would be the boss, and she, as the little sister, would have to follow him to survive. Otherwise, she doubted she could safely get off the plane. If he thought she was the kind of fool who couldn’t understand human language, she thought he would probably send her to a completely safe place, never giving her the chance to speak nonsense in front of others.

From the moment he sat on this plane until now, this was the first time Feng Chengze felt at ease. He was always used to having everything under control. But one cannot fight against unscientific matters; that kind of chaotic and panicked feeling was enough to experience once.

“Don’t worry, as long as we keep our current lives stable,” he said, pausing, “I will figure out what happened in these five years and find a way to return to five years ago as soon as possible.”

For him, returning to five years ago was the last thing on the list – because it wasn’t something that an individual could reverse. But this woman might need a bit of kind reassurance.

Ji Qingyu nodded, “Okay, I’ll listen to you. I believe in you.”

Honestly, apart from the shocking fact that she married Feng Chengze and had a child, she thought her current life wasn’t bad. She even got to ride on a private jet, and she had checked her bag, which could easily buy a house in Jingcheng. She had also looked in the mirror. Apart from being more mature than five years ago, her appearance hadn’t changed much.

Moreover, she subconsciously looked down—there were quite a few changes, for example, her bust seemed to have increased by a cup size. Her belly was still flat, with no stretch marks or scars. Of course, it was also a bit embarrassing that she had a few hickeys on her chest. In short, from her mental state, she was a wealthy lady five years later. It would be great to return to five years ago, but it didn’t seem like a significant loss if she couldn’t. After all, she had seen the photos. Now, she had a child. Wasn’t this like becoming a mother without the pain, and the child was already in kindergarten in the blink of an eye?

She thought this script wasn’t bad.

She carefully glanced at Feng Chengze and swallowed back the words, “What if we can never go back?”

Such a straightforward and cold man might not like to hear that.

Feng Chengze’s expression relaxed slightly, his hand casually resting on the chair’s armrest. “You have a good rest. I have some work to do.”

For a workaholic, sleep was not the most important thing.

The most urgent task was to understand the group’s development and the latest progress in work.

Ji Qingyu quickly said, “Okay, you go ahead. Don’t worry about me.”

Feng Chengze got up. As he reached the door, he paused and turned his head. “I think you might need to change how you address me.”

Ji Qingyu opened her mouth. She was stunned. What should she call him??

Big Brother was obviously not suitable. Mr. Feng didn’t fit the script of a domineering CEO and his cute secretary either…

Feng Chengze said in a businesslike tone, “You don’t need to address me as ‘you’ (formal).”

Ji Qingyu: “…”

She complied, “Okay, you go ahead.”

Feng Chengze nodded and left. The plane was a bit stuffy. He went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. A few seconds later, he meticulously buttoned it up again, covering the sharp Adam’s apple. Below his Adam’s apple, there was a very shallow and fresh scratch.