Rebirth: Pampered Wife’s Counterattack Chapter 2: Reborn

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

As soon as her eyes snapped open, a man's face hovered intimately before her, dominating her view. Deep brows framed his remote gaze, while his prominent nose and narrow lips rendered him extraordinarily striking.

Bai Qinghao!

This exact face was the one she yearned to behold right before her demise.

Had Heaven taken mercy on her, fulfilling her last desire? Was this her chance to gaze upon him once more after years of blindness?

She refused to blink, fixing her wide eyes intently on him.

Bai Qinghao noticed her stare and assumed she harbored resentment for his forceful claim on her. His face instantly grew stormy.

Yet his freezing, intense glare left her unmoved. Her wide eyes kept devouring his image.

She couldn't risk losing even a single instant of this moment.

Damn, blindness had plagued her for ages. Now, with sight restored, dream or ghost she might be, she had to savor every detail of him!

Bai Qinghao reached out, gripping her chin firmly. “What is it? Do you wish to kill me?”

Sharp pain shot through her chin, jolting her mind into sharp clarity.

Pain like this—how could it strike if death had claimed her?

Just prior to dying, she'd been sprawled atop him. How had he ended up over her? And why did he seem so vibrantly alive?

He lived!

He rolled off the bed and rose, turning his back to her.

Grabbing garments from the nearby chair, he dressed with swift efficiency.

Moments later, his suit clad him impeccably. He faced her again, chill etched across his features.

His icy presence chilled the air in the room.

Yet his stare burned fiercely. “Don’t think that I will feel guilty for this. You asked for it!”

Such familiar words!

His cutting remark snapped her scattered thoughts into focus.

Her eyes swept the space, recognizing it as a hospital room. Shredded scraps of a gown littered the floor, utterly destroyed.

The window-side chair, pale gray drapes, and the bed cradling her—all felt achingly familiar.

That subtle crack on the wall's left matched perfectly the room from a decade past, where he'd claimed her virginity!

Had she somehow journeyed back ten years?

The throbbing ache throughout her body sealed the reality!

Heavens above, he breathed still, as did she—a true wonder!

Paralysis hadn't struck her yet. Her vision remained pristine.

Excited tears welled up, clouding her sight.

Bai Qinghao eyed the tears pooling in her eyes. His look turned murderously frigid, like he yearned to shred her apart. “What are you crying for! I told you before, you are my woman. Since you dared to betray me, you have to bear the consequences of your actions!”

Fang Xinxin remembered her past life: eloping with Bai Chenxi, the man she adored back then. Disaster struck en route. He plunged into a 'serious' coma, hospitalized, as her wrist got hurt.

At her insistence, doctors put Bai Chenxi in her room too. Separate beds divided by a flimsy curtain.

Later, Bai Qinghao seized her roughly right there in that hospital room!