Han Zhengyu led Bai Weiwei to a servant and instructed, "Look after her and make sure she doesn't show herself in front of anyone."
As Bai Weiwei nervously looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, she reached out and grabbed Han Zhengyu's clothes. "Gege..."
Han Zhengyu had no interest in a mentally unstable child. He roughly removed her hands from him, nearly dislocating her wrist in the process.
Without a second glance, he turned his back and left her behind.
The servant stepped forward. "Miss Bai, please follow me to the guest room."
Since Bai Weiwei had overstepped her bounds, even though she hadn't been divorced, Han Zhengyu had forbidden anyone from calling her "Han fūren" (wife). Therefore, everyone could only address her as "Miss."
Bai Weiwei blinked her tear-filled eyes and asked pitifully, "What about gege?"
Her small and delicate frame, along with her fair, translucent skin, made her look almost childlike. Despite not being a child anymore, this appearance, though pitiable, didn't seem entirely displeasing.
The servant, feeling sympathetic, hesitated but remained cautious for fear of angering Han Zhengyu. She led Bai Weiwei to the guest room and seated her in a chair before leaving.
When the door closed, Bai Weiwei finally let out a sigh of relief. The childlike, helpless persona she had been putting on vanished, replaced by a tired expression.
System: "Seeing the Host act so helpless at her age really burns my eyes."
Bai Weiwei snorted coldly, "What else do you want me to do? With the current plot, Bai Weiwei is lucky Han Zhengyu didn't choke her to death. And now he's supposed to fall for her? Are you trying to make this harder for me so I can't go back?"
System: "Host, the content of the story is automatically stored in the system library, so I can't interfere with the plot."
Bai Weiwei sneered, "Then tell me, how does the system use it? I was randomly chosen for this task, but I don't want to feel helpless. Am I not allowed to question the difficulty of the task?"
The system fell silent, as if it had been hit with a valid point.
After venting her frustrations, Bai Weiwei's mood lightened a little. "How much time do I have left?"
She hadn't forgotten that her "novice reward" allowed her to live for only three days in the new world.
The system responded quickly: "One month. Since this world doesn't operate the same way as your world, time flows differently here. One month in this world equals three days in your world."
One month?
Bai Weiwei frowned. Even strangers couldn't fall in love in that short of a time. Let alone reduce Han Zhengyu's hatred for her, a woman who had killed his mother.
Despite the daunting task ahead of her, Bai Weiwei remembered that her life here was random, and she had been given a chance to return. No matter the challenges, she would find a way to make it work.
Bai Weiwei was not one to give up easily. Despite her heart condition, she could still manage her father's company. This is why her father had entrusted her with the inheritance deed. But after showing kindness to her younger sister, Bai Weiwei had been betrayed.
The image of Bai Yaoyao's greedy face flashed in her mind, and Bai Weiwei clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm. How could she let that scheming person succeed?
Bai Weiwei coldly asked, "Do you have any information on Han Zhengyu?"
The system immediately accessed its database: "Yes, I'm sending you his past."
Bai Weiwei felt a sharp pain in her head as the information flooded her mind. A complex array of details appeared—Han Zhengyu's background, his time in school, his personality, his hobbies, and the things he despised. Included in the data were also some details about Bai Weiwei herself.