I Time-Traveled to Save the Billionaire In My Bed

I was in the middle of an intense moment with a bigshot from the city elite, when I suddenly, inexplicably, found myself elsewhere.

[Another one trying to conquer the villain? LOL.]

[And dressed like that? The villain likes innocent, pure girls! No chance this time.]

[Later on, Bryan will be a ruthless kingpin, dominating both sides, someone who kills without batting an eye.]

I glanced at the floating comments, then down at myself.

A black deep-V dress, cut to my navel, with a hemline so short it barely covered my backside.

Bryan had practically begged me to wear it last night. Hed been kneeling on the bed, eyes flushed.

Honey, just this once, Ill transfer ten million to your account.

I reluctantly put it on.

And then he kept me up half the night.

Now, though, I wake up to Bryan stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, staring at me like Im a ghost.

Who are you?

I was furious. What, now that hed had his fun, he didnt recognize me?

What do you mean, who am I? Im your wife!

The words hung in the air, and I froze. What kind of dump was this? Peeling paint, drafty windows, furniture that looked salvaged from a dumpster. Where was my luxurious king-sized bed? Where was my five-person capacity bathtub?

Bryans face was inches from mine. No scar on his temple, no lines of weariness, just youthful sternness and suspicion. I reached out, cupping his face, examining him from every angle.

Honey, did you get a face-lift without telling me? Which clinic did it? The results are amazing!

Bryan slapped my hand away, his eyes like daggers. Im asking again C who are you?

I calmed down. I meticulously checked the calendar on the wall.

Five years ago.

Meaning, this was Bryan before he made his fortune. The dirt-poor Bryan.

I took a deep breath, remembering the Bryan from five years in the future. He was so glamorous back then. Bodyguards shadowed him everywhere, crowds surrounded him in meetings, yet at home, he was as docile as a kitten. Hed soothe me when I threw a tantrum, dote on me when I pouted. When I said I wanted the stars, he actually bought me a meteorite fragment. It was so huge, sitting in the living room, it made my wallet ache just looking at it.

Honey, how much did this cost?

He was peeling an apple for me, not even looking up. Not much.

How much is not much?

He thought for a moment. Just about a hundred million.

I nearly fainted.

Bryan, are you out of your mind?

He looked up at me, his eyes innocent. Didnt you say you wanted a star?

I was speechless. I just said that offhand!

He smiled, offering the peeled apple to my mouth. Even if you said it offhand, I took it seriously.

I looked at the eighteen-year-old boy in front of me. I blinked, then offered my most professional, charming smile. Little brother, tell me, how much do you earn a month now?

Bryan frowned. None of your damn business.

Of course its my business. I circled him, eyeing him up and down. If youre broke later, Im not staying with you.

Bryan scoffed, turning to walk into the bathroom. Psycho.

Quick as a flash, I snatched his towel.

It dropped to the floor.

The air solidified for three seconds. Bryans face flushed crimson, right to his ears.

You!

I looked down, nodding in satisfaction. Yep, the size matches. Its definitely my husband.

[?????????]

[What is this woman doing???]

[Im dying of laughter, the villain just got flashed hahahaha]

Bryan fumbled, quickly snatching up the towel and wrapping it around himself, his eyes wanting to devour me whole. What exactly do you want?!

I crossed my legs, sitting on his creaky, rickety bed. I told you, Im your wife.

You dont believe me? Then let me ask, do you have a mole on your left butt cheek?

Bryans expression changed.

I continued, You prefer to put it on your right, right? You love to kiss me in front of the mirror, while making me call you Honey, and as soon as I do, you

Enough! Bryan cut me off, his voice cracking. He stared at me for a long time, then gritted his teeth and asked, Are you are you really my future wife?

I nodded elegantly. Uh-huh.

Then tell me, will I be rich later?

I smiled. Was that even a question? Extremely rich.

How rich?

I thought about it. Last month you just transferred fifty million to me, just because I complimented a new bag.

Bryans eyes lit up. But he quickly composed himself, scoffing. So youre only here because youre after my money?

I paused. That was a good question. I didnt answer, instead asking him, How much do you earn a month?

Bryan fell silent for a moment. Three thousand.

I almost burst out laughing. Three thousand? I usually spend more than three thousand on a single lipstick.

I stood up, walked over to him, and poked his chest. Little brother, youre making three thousand now, and Im still here. What do you think Im after?

Bryan was stunned. The comments section exploded:

[OMG this womans got something going on]

[The villains heart rate is increasing!]

[Wait, she looked totally disgusted just now??]

Bryan was silent for a long time, then he turned his head, his voice muffled. You you should put on some clothes first.

I looked down at my deep-V. What, shy?

Bryans ears were as red as if they were bleeding.

[Ding C Villains Affection +10, Current Affection: 10]

[Holy cow, what kind of crazy move is this??]

[Is this what they call purity means nothing in front of sexiness?]

[Heh, men.]

Whether Bryan believed me or not, I stayed. I batted my eyelashes and pouted, wearing Bryan down until he had no temper left.

Though this rundown place didnt even have heating.

Though this rickety bed felt like a bed of nails.

Though Bryan left early and came back late every day, leaving me only fifty dollars for living expenses. Fifty dollars!

I held the crumpled bill, lost in thought. The last time I saw a fifty-dollar bill in cash was in my previous life. It had been so long since I spent such a small amount, it felt almost exotic.

Bryan glanced at me before he left. Make it last.

I pouted. Save? The word save didnt exist in Evelyns dictionary.

I took the fifty dollars and went out. After a quick stroll, I bought a bubble tea. Thirty-five dollars gone. Then a small cake. Another fifteen dollars gone.

On my way home, I passed a mens clothing store and saw a sweater in the window. I suddenly remembered that Bryan, five years later, owned an identical one. Hed bought it himself. One time I asked him, When did you buy this? It looks good. He glanced down, saying casually, A long time ago, I never had the heart to throw it away. I didnt think much of it then. Now, I suddenly understood. This was when he bought it.

I stood in front of the window for a long time. I reached into my pocket, only to realize I had no cards. I pulled out my phone to call Bryan, then remembered this was five years ago; I didnt have his number, and couldnt use electronic payments. Never mind. I turned to leave, then walked two steps and looked back. The sweater was light gray. It would look great on Bryan.

When Bryan returned that evening, I was huddled on the sofa, shivering. The dilapidated house was drafty. Back at the Bryans mansion, the entire villa would be heated, and I could run around barefoot. It had been a long time since I'd felt this cold.

He looked at the empty table. You didnt eat?

I did.

What did you eat?

Bubble tea and cake.

Bryans face darkened. Thats not a meal.

I retorted, feeling completely justified. Thats what I usually eat.

Bryan took a deep breath and walked into the cramped kitchen.

Ten minutes later, he emerged with a bowl of noodles. Plain broth, with a poached egg nestled on top. I eyed it disdainfully. Looks terrible, even a dog wouldnt eat it.

Bryan set the bowl in front of me. Then go hungry. Then he went into the bathroom.

I stared at the bowl of noodles for a long time. Finally, I picked it up and ate.

It was delicious.

When Bryan came out, the bowl was empty. I curled up on the sofa, pretending to be asleep. He stood there, watching for a while. Then, I felt a warm piece of clothing draped over me. It was his jacket. Worn, faded from washing, but incredibly warm.

I secretly opened one eye. Bryan stood by the window, his back to me. Moonlight illuminated his figure, his shoulders thin in a way that tugged at my heart.

[Affection +5, Current Affection: 15]

[Strategist, you actually tricked the villain into giving you his jacket!]

[How unusual. The villain actually has a soft side!]

I ignored the comments. I just made a mental note. When I was rich later, Id buy Bryan ten jackets. No, a hundred.

Days turned into weeks. Bryan left early and returned late every day; I did nothing. The comments began to mock me.

[Is this strategist even trying? Just lying around at home all day?]

[Other strategists go out to offer warmth and care, but this one just waits for the villain to come home and serve her.]

[LOL, this ones definitely going to fail.]

I ignored them. Id become Bryans kept woman right after college. So what if I lay around? My husband supported me; it was only right.

But one day, as Bryan was leaving, I casually asked, Where are you going?

Work.

What kind of work?

He paused. Construction, moving bricks.

I was stunned. Moving bricks? I opened my mouth, wanting to say something. But Bryan was already gone.

That night, he came home very late. His hands were covered in blisters. I saw them, but said nothing. Only after he fell asleep did I quietly get up and find his ointment. I applied it to his hands, little by little.

As I did, I thought of another pair of hands. The hands of Bryan five years later, the ones that often held mine. Calloused, with thick knuckles, but dry and warm. Every time I lost my temper, hed gently embrace me with those hands. Every time I was sad, hed wipe away my tears with them.

Once, I stared at his hands for a long time. Honey, why are your hands so rough?

He looked down. From work.

I frowned. Youre so refined, what kind of work makes your hands like this?

He smiled, but didnt answer. I hadnt paid it any mind then. Now, I suddenly understood. It was from moving bricks. Those blood blisters had hardened into calluses.

As I applied the ointment, my nose suddenly ached.

I grew up in a single-parent home, constantly moving with my mother. Because I didnt have a father, I was often bullied. So when I transferred schools, I deliberately portrayed myself as a rich heiress to prevent others from picking on me. As time went on, I started to believe my own lie. I was vain and materialistic.

When Bryan proposed to take care of me, I readily agreed. It was simply one person seeking money, the other seeking companionship. Perfectly fair. Compared to going hungry and being bullied, there was nothing to be ashamed of. But I never imagined that Bryan wasnt born into wealth.

Bryans brows were furrowed; he was sleeping restlessly. I gently stroked his face.

The next day, when Bryan woke up and saw the ointment on his hands, he paused. He looked at me. I pretended not to notice, continuing to scroll on my phone while curled up on the sofa. Bryan said nothing. But before he left, he placed a hundred dollars on the table. Double the usual amount.

[Affection +10, Current Affection: 25]

[The villain seems to care about this woman now?]

I rolled over. Of course. My husband wouldnt care about me?

I started trying to be a little nicer to Bryan.

Bryan, I bought you a sweater! I presented the gift, expecting praise.

Bryan looked at the light gray sweater, then at the tag. 299?

Yeah, isnt it nice?

Where did you get the money?

I stated proudly, Your living expenses, I saved it.

Bryan was silent for a moment. How long did you save?

I thought about it. About a week.

Then what did you eat for a week?

The late-night snacks you brought home.

Bryans expression was incredibly complex. Finally, he put on the sweater. It fit perfectly. I nodded in satisfaction. Looks good.

Bryan looked down at himself, then at me. You why are you so good to me?

I looked at the eighteen-year-old Bryan in front of me. He wore the sweater I bought him, his ears a little red, his gaze awkward yet soft. I paused. Why? Because Im your wife.

But as the words reached my lips, another memory surfaced.

10

The first year of our marriage, I once had a fever. Bryan happened to be away on a business trip and couldn't get back. On the phone, his voice was frantic: "I'll have someone take you to the hospital."

"No need, I've taken medicine."

"Are you sure?"

"Really, you focus on your work."

He was silent for a moment. "Honey, I'm sorry."

I laughed. "Sorry for what?"

"For not being there with you."

"Oh, it's just a fever, don't make such a big deal."

He was still worried. The next day, I received a pile of express deliveries and takeout. Fever medicine, a thermometer, heat packs, and my favorite strawberry cake. He had someone send a whole box.

Later, I found out that he hadn't slept at all that night, constantly on the phone, finding people to help take care of me. I asked him, "Did you really need to go that far?"

He hugged me. "Yes, I did. Everything about you matters."

I suddenly understood. The reason he was so good at caring for people was because he once had nothing. Because he had never had anything, he cherished everything he possessed even more.

I reached out and squeezed his cheek. "Because you're my future husband. You'll be very rich later, so I'm good to you now, and you'll support me later."

Bryan's expression stiffened. Then he smiled, a slightly bitter smile. "Okay."

"Then I'll work hard to support you later."

[Affection +10, Current Affection: 35]

[But, why does the villain look a little hurt?]

I didnt pay it any mind. Anyway, what I said was the truth.

11

Bryan started to change. Before, he would come home and collapse into bed, but now he would ask me a few more questions.

What did you eat today?

Did you go out?

Are you cold?

I answered each question, then went back to lying around.

One time, I accidentally saw his phone. He was searching:

How to make money quickly

How to give my wife a good life

What to do if my wife likes luxury goods

I was stunned. Then I couldnt help but smile. This silly boy.

That night, when he came home, I deliberately sidled up to him. Bryan, do you like me?

Bryans face instantly flushed. You what are you talking about?

I tilted my head, looking at him. If you dont like me, why would you want me to have a good life?

He didnt speak. His ears were red again. I laughed, reaching out to poke his cheek. Little brother, if you like me, just admit it. Whats there to be afraid of?

He mumbled, Didnt you say youre my future wife?

What about now?

He turned his head, looking at me. Now, are you willing to

Before he could finish, a furious knocking erupted from outside. Bryan! Open the door!

Bryans face instantly changed. He pushed me behind him. Go inside, dont come out.