Four Years Ago, Her Husband Cheated on Her Body

Four years after Zhu Nanyu’s death, everyone covets his frail, helpless-looking widow who inherited billions of assets.

After retiring, the apocalypse-level boss of an infinite flow world, Jia Qiao, just wanted to lay flat and enjoy her retirement, so she married the seemingly ordinary richest man.

Zhu Nanyu was gentle and doting, and their intimacy was perfectly harmonious. Her retirement life was flawless.

Until—

Zhu Nanyu unexpectedly died, leaving a will that explicitly named Jia Qiao as the sole heir to all his assets.

Jia Qiao: …?

Jia Qiao was forced to take over the company. All sorts of opportunistic hangers-on emerged, believing this sickly beauty could be easily manipulated without her husband’s protection.

Last month, a rival conglomerate maliciously shorted the Zhu Corporation. This month, a vengeful enemy sent people to kidnap Jia Qiao, causing a huge public stir.

Just as the turmoil settled, Jia Qiao sensed an extremely potent presence following him like a shadow.

Again? Annoyed, he suddenly spun around and saw—

Zhu Nanyu, appearing abruptly. He stood tall and straight, his eyes locked on him with deep intensity.

Jia Qiao paused for 0.3 seconds, shedding his murderous intent and putting on a look of pitiful panic. He rushed into the man’s arms, wrapping his arms around his waist, his voice trembling and the corners of his eyes flushed red:

“My dear, why did it take you so long to come back…”

Zhu Nanyu, the chief of the Transmigration Bureau, desperately completed every mission to stay forever in the world that contained his wife.

But due to an accident, he was delayed for a full four years.

Fearing that suddenly ‘coming back from the dead’ would scare his wife, he decided to conceal his identity and proceed cautiously.

However, he personally witnessed his ‘sickly and innocent’ wife infiltrate a rival company’s headquarters in three minutes, and also beat the burly, strong kidnappers until they were unrecognizable.

Zhu Nanyu thought to himself: I faked my death for four years, will I be made into a specimen and hung up in the master bedroom?

Slightly distracted, their eyes met, and Zhu Nanyu’s heart skipped a beat!

The next second, Jia Qiao softly threw himself into his arms, rubbing his cheek against his neck, trembling like a cat full of grievances:

“My dear…”

Zhu Nanyu hugged him close, his voice warm and languid, “Darling, I’m late coming back.”