Chapter 3

Yuan Heng walked to the private room upstairs with a gloomy expression on his face, making it impossible to tell that he was feeling turbulent.

Manager Zhang was very perceptive. He seemed to have noticed that Boss Yuan was somewhat concerned about the guy downstairs, so he took the initiative to say, "I'll ask my employees to be more careful and help take care of that guy when they see him next time."

Yuan Heng didn't nod nor refuse, but just said: "Open the door."

"Okay." Manager Zhang knocked on the door. The person inside seemed to be waiting specially, and the door opened after only two knocks.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, the table was piled with fried foods, and several boys in their early twenties were sitting properly. The person he was looking for was lying drunk on the sofa.

Yuan Heng walked over and kicked him: "Get up."

The man moved and sat up obediently. The next second, he stretched out his arms and hugged Yuan Heng around the waist, crying: "Brother, I'm heartbroken!"

Yuan Heng hung his hands at his sides, with no intention of touching him, and looked up at the people around him. The boys immediately admitted their mistakes and stood up quietly: "Well, Yuan Ye, we're leaving first. You... don't make your brother angry."

Yuan Ye refused, turned around and angrily yelled, "Bullshit! Who said they would unite against a common enemy and cover for me?"

His companions immediately went crazy. This kid committed a crime himself and yet he turned them all in. They were all second-generation criminals. If Yuan Heng went to their parents, he would tell them about it, and their living expenses for next month would probably be wasted. They all ran very fast with greased feet.

"You bastards! Give me all the money for the wine!"

Seeing that everyone had left, Yuan Ye was about to lie down and cry again, but a slender and strong hand grabbed the back of his neck... His brother was still as tall, handsome, strong and cold as before, and one hand made him lose the strength to resist.

"Why did you break up?" Yuan Heng asked.

"She dislikes me for not being mature enough." Yuan Ye still felt aggrieved as he spoke. He grew up under the aura of Yuan Heng's glory, and the impression given to all his relatives and friends was that of a little brat following behind Yuan Heng. The girls who came to him would hand love letters to his brother. He finally got a date after graduating from college, but she dumped him.

"Go home. Aunt Xue has made you some hangover soup." Yuan Heng rubbed his hands with the hand sanitizer on the table. It smelled of lemon and was rare and refreshing in the messy box.

"Oh..." Yuan Ye followed him out with his head down, and suddenly thought of his brother's lifelong event from his own failed love, "Brother, you really have to marry a man."

"You know my mother, she likes to make trouble. When she got old, she was cheated by fortune tellers. You don't want to..."

"Don't worry about what's going on at home," Yuan Heng said casually, and dismissed the person casually, as if he really didn't mind being arranged to marry a man.

He was used to driving himself when he went out for personal matters. A Range Rover on the street was unlocked and the lights were on. The two brothers got in the car. Yuan Ye skillfully connected to his Bluetooth and prepared to play rock music.

"The company is going to recruit management trainees this year. You can go and rotate with them." Yuan Heng suddenly said.

"Brother, please forgive me!" Yuan Ye turned around in astonishment, "What can I do? I'm a management trainee. I've made an appointment with my friends to go to Tibet in July!"

Yuan Heng ignored him, bent two fingers of his right hand and tapped lightly on the steering wheel, standing still amid the blasting rock music.

After Yuan Ye started yelling, he lost his momentum first. It is said that the eldest brother is like a father, but his half brother is more scary than his father. Every time he gets drunk and gets into trouble, Yuan Heng is the one who cleans up the mess for him. A look from the other person that is neither light nor serious can make him behave himself for a long time.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when the car drove into Meishan South Garden. This group of villas was developed by Yuantai. The poles were raised and neatly planted trees on both sides of the road.

The lights were still on in the house, and Yuan Ye wanted to sneak in through the warehouse door. However, the Range Rover engine was too noisy and Xue Jinling had already walked out in her pajamas.

"Why did you go out drinking again? Not only did you not go to school, but you also did things that hurt your health."

"Mom, mom, please stop talking." Yuan Ye covered his head and groaned, "I have a headache."

"Headache?" Xue Jinling's expression suddenly became nervous. She reached out and touched her son's head. "Is it here? Does it hurt when you press it?"

"It hurts to hear you nagging!" Yuan Ye broke away from her in annoyance and went to the door to change his shoes.

"You will graduate from university in half a year. What are you going to do?" Xue Jinling saw through his fake tricks, and her usually innocent face showed a bit of sadness, "What's the point of your father giving you the shares?"

When it comes to equity, Yuan Ye's face is full of embarrassment. I don’t know what the old man was thinking. His brother was so much better than him, but just because a fortune teller said that his fate was marked with Kuigang, he avoided his eldest son.

The company has always been managed by Yuan Heng, but after the old man suffered a stroke, he gave him a small portion of the shares.

But seeing his mother sad, Yuan Ye felt bad, so he could only respond: "Why don't I go to the company? I still want to be a management trainee in the company."

Xue Jinling finally felt relieved after hearing this. She had a bad temper to begin with, and in the Yuan family she was more like a docile dodder, keeping the household affairs in order and rarely interfering in the company.

When facing Yuan Heng, he had already returned to his usual gentle tone: "Heng'er, your father and I have found a very reliable boy for you, the adopted son of the Meng family... Do you still remember Meng Yanzhi?"

I have a vague impression of Yuan Heng. He is a junior executive in the west district of the city and is currently in charge of the Shahe Village project. As I recall, this person was very flattering, he put down those who were inferior and praised those who were superior, and he even accepted bribes from the village secretary, so he was punished.

"Are there any photos? Let me see." Yuan Ye came over to watch the fun.

"Yes," Xue Jinling opened the WeChat chat message and clicked on the picture: "This child is called Xiao Ziyu. He was adopted by the Meng family from the welfare home. He has some innate defects in his personality, but he is very well-behaved."

Caught off guard, Yuan Heng saw the person on the phone screen. Different from what he saw in Lanyuanfang, Xiao Ziyu in the photo looked a little dull and well-behaved, but his eyes were empty. His long hair hung down at his sides, making him look even smaller.

"Mom, this guy must be a fool!" Yuan Ye snatched the phone and looked at it carefully, becoming more certain of his thoughts. "Look at his eyes, they are not focused. Would a normal person have such eyes?"

It was indeed abnormal. Yuan Heng recalled in his mind. The Xiao Ziyu he saw in Lanyuanfang had sharp eyes, straight shoulders, and long hair hanging casually, like a lotus flower blooming in a mud pit. When he looked at him, there was some concealed inquiry.

It's obviously a little fox.

Now that it was delivered to his door, he didn't have to bother to check it out.

"How can you talk like that?" Xue Jinling gently scolded, "Zi Yu just started to learn late, but he has a good personality and temper. If he marries into our family, he will receive more care."

"Okay." Yuan Heng had no objection, "I'll listen to Dad."

"No wonder your father is so confident in you," Xue Jinling breathed a sigh of relief, then scolded, "He's getting old and confused, believing in these fortune-telling things. Fortunately, Heng'er is filial and listens to your father. It would be great if your brother was half as sensible as you."

Yuan Ye was anxious: "Mom, why are you still stepping on me?"

Xue Jinling rolled her eyes at him and said softly, "Your father was still talking about you today. When you two brothers have time, go to the sanatorium to visit him."

Yuan Heng didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and went upstairs to rest.

Yuan Ye caught up with him from behind, "Brother, don't be angry. If you don't like that man at that time, just divorce him. I will talk to Dad for you."

"Go take a shower first," Yuan Heng refused to let him into his room, "You reek of alcohol."

Closing the door to block out the noisy sounds, Yuan Heng rubbed his left thumb and raised the corners of his straight mouth slightly. Who said he didn't like it?

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Xiao Ziyu didn't know that someone was thinking about him. He stood in the bathroom, looking into the shower head above his head with a confused look in his eyes.

The lady who claimed to be his mother asked him to go upstairs to take a bath. Xiao Ziyu came to the room, but did not see a bathing tub, and he did not recognize any of the bottles and jars in the room.

The mirror embedded in the dressing table was bright and much clearer than the bronze mirrors in the palace before. Xiao Ziyu looked at himself from top to bottom. Except for the scar on his chest, this body was exactly the same as his. Even the red mole under his left eye was very clear.

After his death, he woke up in the body of another "Xiao Ziyu" and came to such a strange place.

Xiao Ziyu stood in the bathroom for a while, then walked out with his bathrobe in his arms and saw Aunt Wang waiting outside.

When Xiao Ziyu was a child, he suffered from autism. He didn't speak, looked dull, and his reactions were much slower than those of ordinary people. The Meng family hired Wang Ma to be a live-in nanny, and they have been doing so for more than 20 years.

Wang Ma had no children of her own, so she did not feel annoyed by Xiao Ziyu, a fool. Instead, she knew some of his little habits very well. Compared to the Meng family, Xiao Ziyu is closer to her.

Just now, Xiao Ziyu called out "Auntie Wang" clearly, and she was almost moved to tears.

Seeing someone coming out, Wang Ma hurried over to greet him: "Why are you out again? Don't you want to take a shower?"

Xiao Ziyu was a little embarrassed to ask others about bathing, so he said slowly: "Excuse me...what is that in there?"

"Why do you speak so flowery?" Aunt Wang rubbed his head and pushed open the bathroom door.

When Wang Ma saw what Xiao Ziyu was pointing at, she was stunned. Xiao Ziyu usually took a bath by himself, so how come he suddenly didn't recognize the shower head? But she still said patiently: "This is a shower head. You have to turn on the switch if you want to use it."

After saying that, she lifted the switch, and just the right amount of warm water flowed out.

Xiao Ziyu was so shocked that he touched the water stream tentatively, and his fingers curled up subconsciously.

The stimulation he received that night was so great that he was almost numb and couldn't help but ask, "Where is this place?"

"This is your home," Wang Ma replied lovingly, "We are in Yunjing City."

She likes to listen to some audiobooks while working. The most recent ones are all time-travel novels. She inexplicably feels that Xiao Ziyu also seems to have traveled through time from some unknown dynasty. His every move and gesture always has the noble air of a gentleman.

So he added casually: "It is now 2023 AD."

It was the 76th year of Daliang when Xiao Ziyu died. He had never heard of this dating method. The country of "Gongyuan" was quite impressive, having existed for such a long time. "Will everyone come here after they die?"

"What's this about dying or not? Pah pah pah." Aunt Wang patted him and pulled Xiao Ziyu back to the room. "You've lived in this room for more than ten years. Look at this..."

It was a small photo frame. The child inside was no more than six or seven years old, looking at the camera stiffly. Xiao Ziyu felt a sense of familiarity and was surprised to find that it was exactly what he looked like as a child.

Mother Wang was not surprised by his behavior. Xiao Ziyu's IQ was like that of a child and he couldn't remember many things. She just thought that he had lost his memory again and patiently taught him slowly.

There are many picture books and various books in Xiao Ziyu's room. When he is alone, he likes to flip through the books, but he doesn't know if he can understand them.

There was a small square object near the bed. Xiao Ziyu picked it up and looked at it carefully: "What is this?"

"This is your phone," Wang Ma taught him to unlock it and turn on the screen. "You can contact us anytime if you need anything."

"Use this?" Xiao Ziyu felt suspicious. In the past, letters in the palace were sent urgently within 800 miles. His communication with Shu was entirely dependent on crows, and it took eight or nine days for a round trip. This little thing couldn't be faster than the black crow.

"Yes." Aunt Wang wiped her hands on her apron, took out her cell phone and dialed a number. The gadget in Xiao Ziyu's hand immediately lit up and made a babbling sound.

He was so startled that he almost threw his phone away. Wang Ma taught him to click on the green icon, and strangely, a human voice actually came out from it.

This thing can transmit sound thousands of miles away. Isn’t it more powerful than gods?

Seeing his dull look, Wang Ma found it funny. "Okay, study after you take a bath. Do you want me to help you wash?"

She has been helping Xiao Ziyu take a bath since he was a naked boy. After all, he was born with a defect, and Wang Ma still treats him as a silly child, and it is natural for him to do so.

Xiao Ziyu's face suddenly turned red. How could he let the female relatives...

"No, no need." He stammered and walked into the bathroom, "I can do it myself."

"You're still shy." Wang Ma laughed, "Remember to ask me to help you blow dry your hair after you wash it, so you don't catch a cold."

Xiao Ziyu was so frightened that his hands trembled and he turned the shower head to the maximum, and thousands of water threads poured down immediately.

He left the bottles alone and hugged himself with his arms.

The water felt strange on his body, so he asked if he could have a bathtub.