"The first thing I did was head to the shopping mall. I went to every store, buying branded clothes, shoes, bags, accessories—everything I liked, even the smallest things.
In one store, I pointed at an entire section and said, 'Give me everything from here to there.' With the black card he gave me, I swiped, swiped, swiped while humming songs to myself and even dancing a little. Shopping bags piled up in my hands, and I was having the time of my life.
Meanwhile, in his office, Han Sheng was working when his phone kept buzzing with notifications—ding, ding, ding—every time I swiped his card.
After clothes, I went to buy a luxurious car. I was stunned by the options and ended up buying an eight-million-dollar car.
Then I moved on to the stock market, purchasing shares I thought might be useful for my future.
While I was on my shopping spree, Han Sheng's reaction was pure disbelief. 'Oh my god, was she always this extravagant?'.
After piling my new car high with shopping bags, I heard someone call out, "Zhao Fei!"
I paused, adjusting my sunglasses and turning to see a boy in a sleek coat. His voice had been casual, but his grin said he knew too much. "Uh, yeah," I replied, flicking my hair dramatically.
For a second, I basked in my own glow, but then my brain caught up with his words. "Wait… WHAT?" I spun around fully, narrowing my eyes. "How do you know I'm Zhao Fei?"
The boy smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets like he had all the time in the world. "Because I'm Wen Xiao," he said, as if that explained everything.
"What?! Wen Xiao?!" My jaw practically hit the floor. "You are a girl, right? Then what are you doing in a boy's body?" I asked practically confused.
Later, as we sat across from each other in a café, he explained. "After you got sent to the mortal world for punishment, I was sent to help you. You know, assist you with your 'human experience.'"
I leaned in suspiciously. "And this is the body they gave you?"
He sighed dramatically, shrugging. "Apparently. I think it's some cosmic glitch or someone's idea of a joke. But hey, it's not all bad. The body belongs to Fu Qian—the heir to one of China's largest food empires. Rich, handsome, and all that jazz. Could be worse, don't you think?"
I tilted my head, pretending to consider it. "Rich, sure. But the handsome part? Nah… debatable."
He gasped, feigning hurt, and I couldn't help but laugh. This was going to be an interesting journey.
While I was busy chatting with Fu Qian, completely absorbed in his ridiculous story about being stuck in a boy's body as a girl, I didn't even notice someone snapping a picture of us.
Apparently, the picture made its way straight to Han Sheng's phone. When he saw it, his expression darkened like a thundercloud. Jealousy? Anger? Whatever it was, it was bubbling under his sharp gaze as he gritted his teeth, staring at the image.
"What the hell is she doing with him?" he muttered to himself, his grip on the phone tightening.
After a long, exhausting day of shopping, I finally dragged myself back to the villa. My arms were sore from carrying bags, and all I could think about was collapsing in bed.
But as I stepped inside, there he was—Han Sheng, sitting on the couch like a storm waiting to break.
I barely glanced at him as I made my way upstairs. Just as I reached the first step, his voice cut through the silence. "What did you do today?"
I paused, turned slightly, and shrugged. "The things I wanted to do."
His eyes narrowed, and he pulled out his phone. "Then what is this?" he said, thrusting the screen toward me. It was a picture of me and Fu Qian at the café.
I leaned closer and squinted at the image. "Oh my god," I groaned, "this angle is terrible."
Han Sheng blinked, stunned. "What?"
"Yeah, look!" I pointed at the screen. "My posture is all wrong, and my hair—ugh, it looks like I didn't even try. Who even took this? They could've at least made me look good."
"Is that what matters right now?" he snapped, his tone sharp. "You're meeting a boy while you're still my wife!"
I crossed my arms, tilting my head at him. "Your wife? Really? We're divorced."
"Correction," he said, standing now, his expression intense. "You signed the papers, but we haven't finalized the procedures. Until then, you're still my wife, and I won't have you running around with some guy like this."
I laughed dryly. "Oh, that's rich coming from you. I'm just meeting a boy, but you? Even when we were married, you were cozying up to my half-sister."
That one hit its mark. Han Sheng's jaw tightened; his words caught somewhere in his throat. For a moment, the room was silent except for the tension hanging between us.
"Goodnight, Han Sheng," I said, turning on my heel. "I'm going to bed."
As I climbed the stairs, I could feel his anger simmering behind me, but I didn't care. Let him stew. I had more important things to deal with than his misplaced jealousy.