Death from which there is no escape (Part 2) My name. …

Lu Renjia?

The meaning of the name is good, but the pronunciation seems a bit too perfunctory.

It doesn't look like mine...

I was stunned.

His back straightened slightly and his cheek left the hand that was supporting it.

What is my name...?

My mother calls me baby, my family calls me young master, abroad I am called young master, my employees in the company call me young president, and on the Internet I am called the hacker king.

I have many code names and titles, but... I don't even have a name?

I know that I am unique in this world. As long as I show up, others will know it is me without calling my name.

But how come I don’t have a name?

Given how much my parents doted on me, there was no way they would forget to give me a name.

So strange...

I held my forehead, and the driver sitting in the driver's seat turned his head repeatedly and gave me a worried look.

"Master, are you okay?"

I waved my hands to indicate that I was fine.

It was a very strange feeling, like a beam of light piercing through chaos, or like eating a mint candy when in a daze.

The feeling was so strange and intense that it made me a little dazed.

But I soon regained my composure.

Isn't it just a name? If there isn't one, I can just come up with one myself.

My name must be mighty enough, domineering enough, sweeping across the four directions, so that when people all over the world hear it, they will feel boundless pride in their hearts.

At the same time, I want to have a surname that is rare enough and noble enough.

With the blessing of these thoughts, a name slowly emerged in my mind.

"From today on, my name is Xuanyuan Zongheng."

The moment the name was spoken, there was a bolt of lightning from the blue sky.

Everyone was unaware.

Something invisible is changing.

An irresistible drowsiness came over me.

I squinted my eyes and leaned against the car.

Seeing this, the driver lowered the barrier.

I blinked my eyes, feeling even more sleepy, and couldn't help yawning.

Through a layer of mist, I took a last look at the student ID card.

When I woke up, the car had just stopped.

I feel like I've forgotten something.

I reviewed them one by one, but couldn't find the forgotten part. The lunch box was just an illusion when I was still asleep.

I got out of the car and walked towards Xuanyuan’s old house.

…

The traffic jam experience that day gave me inspiration. After going abroad, I began to consciously recruit talents to develop flying cars.

At the age of sixteen, I completed my studies, returned to China, and took over the family business.

My parents were then able to begin their joyful honeymoon trip around the world.

The company gradually grew in my hands, and soon I had control over the global economy. My businesses spanned more than a hundred fields, and everyone in the world knew my name, Xuanyuan Zongheng.

However, some discordant notes appeared in my passionate life music.

I've been having some weird little ailments.

For example, insomnia, stomachache, headache, mysophobia, and impotence.

These minor problems do not pose a threat to my life safety, but they will cause a lot of trouble to my life.

The doctor said that most of these problems are psychological illnesses, probably related to my excessive work pressure.

My parents were very worried about my situation, so they specially ended their around-the-world honeymoon trip and returned to the company to let me have a good rest for a while, while my father continued to manage the company.

I refused and let them continue their journey with peace of mind.

Because I know that what the doctor said is false - handling these tasks is as easy for me as breathing and drinking water, and it cannot cause me any stress.

The true source of these ailments has yet to be found.

Among these, the most peculiar problem is impotence.

The doctor checked my sexual organs and found nothing wrong with them. They were even better than the average for men, but I couldn't orgasm normally.

But I have never experienced any psychological disturbance related to it.

For other ailments - such as stomach pain - the doctor told me to reduce stress and eat on time.

Since then, my three meals a day have been prepared by the family chef and reminded by my personal secretary, but the stomachache symptoms have not been relieved.

A gastroscopy showed no obvious lesions in the stomach. It seemed that it was just as the psychiatrist said, that the disease was simply caused by psychological disorders.

These minor problems are like toads lying on your feet. Although they don’t bite, they are disgusting. Fortunately, they will not affect the expansion of my business empire, so they can be barely ignored.

All the changes happened when I was twenty-six years old.

I met a girl.

She was hit by my car, and I misunderstood her, thinking she was a scammer and ridiculed her. I didn't expect that she was just an innocent victim.

Out of guilt, I began to understand her and tried to make it up to her. When she faced me, her stubborn, tenacious and fearless temperament attracted me.

After that, we met and got to know each other. She had a magical power. When she was with me, I would feel very comfortable. The headache that followed me like a tight hoop and the stomachache that would flare up from time to time to make its presence felt would always be relieved for a moment in her presence.

This was something to be thankful for. It would have been even better if my impotence had not been cured the moment I touched her.

The scene was pretty bad.

During the banquet, she was tricked and the wine was spilled on the host.

That day was the young lady’s birthday party.

Her birthday party was splashed with wine. The adult dress that an international designer had spent half a year designing was ruined by a glass of wine. Anyone would be angry, especially since the lady had a bad temper to begin with. Now she grabbed her hair and was about to smash it against the huge champagne tower.

A hint of surprise flashed through my mind.

Although the young lady has a bad temper, she comes from a noble family after all. Under the guidance of a large family, her etiquette and restraint are not too bad. The most she can't control is her expression.

Besides, there were so many people present, almost half of the circle. No matter how angry he was, he should not lose his temper in such an occasion. It would be unbecoming.

But the situation was urgent, so I reached out and grabbed the girl's arm.

The champagne tower was five meters high. If it was smashed, not only would the tower collapse, but the broken glass would also pierce the girl's face, causing her death or injury.

So I grabbed the girl's wrist and brought her into my arms.

At this moment, with the warm and soft beauty in my arms, my head started buzzing.

The dull pain in my solar plexus and stomach suddenly stopped, my obsessive-compulsive disorder of keeping strangers away suddenly improved, and my 18 centimeters that had been dormant for a long time suddenly became refreshed.

…Shift.

Things are really bad.

I was like a dog in heat, getting an erection in public.

Because of the girl's body blocking my view, my miserable appearance would not be shown to everyone.

But the bad thing was that the girl was pressed so tightly against my body that she inevitably felt the changes in my body.

Her face turned from red to white and then back to red. Finally, she slapped me hard and ran away with red eyes.

My lower body also calmed down the moment she left.

That speed is even faster than the flying car I developed.

It was so embarrassing that no one there noticed my miserable state.

Because the moment I lost the protection of the girl's body, my lower body had already regained its composure.

This is so weird.

It's weird anyway.

If I didn't take the condition of my lower body into account, I could also attribute the girl's ability to heal to fate.

But I know my own body clearly.

This kind of animal-like horny nature would never happen to me.

What's wrong with my body?

In other words, what is so strange about this girl?