After being reborn, my husband crazily pursued me

Business gatherings

"Harrell， go to the domestic service agency and find a few reliable aunties， preferably those who are exceptionally good at cooking， and it would be even better if they have a nutritionist qualification，" I instructed Harrell after sitting in the back seat with a pile of supplements， carefully considering my words.

"Yes， madam，" Harrell responded promptly.

After marrying Hona， both sets of parents had mentioned hiring some servants to clean the house， tend to the garden， and cook meals， but my love-struck brain had refused.

I felt that having an extra person in our love nest with Hona would be intrusive and would disrupt our intimate moments. For example， going from the living room to the kitchen would become awkward.

As you can imagine， I ended up feeling very lonely.

Since I've been reborn， I shouldn't indulge in such unrealistic dreams anymore.

Back home， I walked ahead with my Prada handbag while Harrell carried a bunch of supplement packets behind me. Upon opening the door， Hona had just come downstairs， casually adjusting his cuffs as he descended， his nonchalant movements exuding the utmost charm.

"Harrell， you may leave now，" I said， setting down my handbag and dismissing Harrell.

Harrell placed the supplement packets on the table and respectfully bowed to Hona before hurrying away.

"We have a reception in an hour， and your parents will be attending as well. Get ready and join me，" Hona informed me indifferently， paying no attention to the items I had brought back， his tone subdued.

He never liked taking me to any social gatherings unless my presence was necessary， such as when my parents were attending.

Since my rebirth， I hadn't gone to see my parents， not because I didn't miss them， but because I still felt guilty towards them due to what happened in my previous life， feeling somewhat hesitant to face them.

"Okay，" I replied， heading upstairs.

During these past two weeks， I hadn't been idle. I had purchased a new batch of clothes， completely different in style and design from before.

I chose a small red dress with a one-shoulder design， featuring a slightly revealing V-neck with a layer of thin gauze for a subtle yet alluring effect. The fishtail skirt below showcased my slender and straight legs.

Despite being excessively thin， I couldn't deny my fair complexion and 168cm height. Except for the flaw in my chest， I felt pretty good about myself.

As for Enge's innocent style， I felt it was not suitable for me. After all， I wasn't in my twenties anymore.

After putting on makeup， I adorned myself with a set of crystal earrings and a matching necklace， which would surely dazzle anyone under the spotlight. I used to be more restrained， but now I'm more bold.

Hona was waiting downstairs， talking on the phone. Upon hearing me come downstairs， he didn't react at all， not even casting a glance in my direction. I didn't mind and went to wait in the car alone.

A few minutes later， Hona came out. From getting into the car to driving off， his gaze never once fell on me.

Throughout the journey， Hona and I didn't exchange a single word.

He drove， and I played with my phone. I added Berry on WeChat and was busy exchanging pleasantries.

Me: Berry， if you find the hospital canteen food unsuitable， sister can have someone deliver meals to you.

Berry: No need， sister， I'm fine with the food.

Me: I forgot to buy you some nutritional supplements today. Tomorrow， perhaps. I'll come see you and bring some.

Berry: You really don't have to be so polite!

Me: It's not being polite. It's because I caused your hospitalization， so don't hesitate to tell me if you need anything.

Berry's family situation was similar to Enge's. In front of Enge， Hona was the wealthy and handsome prince charming， and I could be the beautiful and wealthy woman in front of Berry.

It seemed quite balanced， and I felt a subtle sense of equilibrium.

At a red light up ahead， the car stopped. Finally， Hona moved his neck slightly and glanced at me sideways， belatedly noticing my difference today. However， he still couldn't bring himself to compliment me， "This outfit is too extravagant on you."

Indeed， the scenes in TV dramas where the female lead changes her style to amaze the male lead were fake.

I put down my phone and gestured to my chest， asking， "Is it really too small? I specifically wore thick padding today."

My overly bold action successfully darkened Hona's expression once again. He coldly said， "Alice， can you please pay attention to your behavior?"

"Why?" I asked back.

I've been paying attention for so many years. Has it made any difference? People who have died once tend to be more open-minded. Instead of restraining myself， I'd rather let my mood soar.

"Don't forget your identity，" Hona's tone had become quite unpleasant.

He didn't treat me as a wife but demanded that I behave according to that identity.

I turned to look out the window at the scenery， not wanting to talk. In the past， whenever Hona initiated a conversation with me， I would be overjoyed and desperately try to keep the conversation going to avoid it ending.

At the venue of the reception， Hona and I played the part of a couple for a while， chatting with a few familiar business partners before I found a place to sit alone and rest.

Unfortunately， a young woman sat down next to me. On closer inspection， wasn't she the female celebrity who had recently made headlines for staying with Hona?

"Luna， why are you sitting here alone?" Another woman approached and asked Luna， the celebrity.

"I'm just taking a break here. Sheila， why don't you join me for a while?" Luna's voice was extremely sweet.

I noticed that Hona seemed to like women with sweet voices. Enge was like that too， and all the women he had previous scandals with were similar.

The two of them began chatting beside me， seemingly oblivious to my presence.

Sheila kept teasing Luna， "Your lover is over there. Aren't you going to say hello?"

"Don't talk nonsense. What lover? He has a wife，" Luna replied with a hint of annoyance.

"His wife hasn't been seen in centuries， practically non-existent. Everyone knows you've been getting close to him lately. I heard he bought you a house?" Sheila's envy was evident.

"Yeah， he's quite generous to me，" Luna boasted， her words and demeanor exuding a sense of pride. "I don't know why he's been so good to me. I consider myself lucky to have met him."

Hona was generous to everyone， except for me， his supposedly non-existent wife.

Every woman who had a scandal with him had nothing but praise for him after their breakup. That's the charm of money.

At that moment， my parents walked over and saw me sitting alone. They asked， "Alice， where's Hona? Why isn't he with you?"

Upon hearing Hona's name， Luna and Sheila immediately turned their heads to look at me， their expressions surely quite interesting.

I stood up and looped my arm through my mom's， coquettishly saying， "What's the point of being withhim? It's just talking business with a bunch of people. I'd rather chat with you guys; it's more fun."

My mom looked at me in surprise. It had been years since I last acted so coquettish with her.

"You two chat， I'll go catch up with some old friends，" my dad， being the straightforward guy he was， couldn't sense my change and happily went to find his buddies.