【Huh, that's strange】

Why is there no impairment?

The golden tortoise scratched its head and pawed at the air, adjusting the frequency again and again, but there was really no degradation.

What's the meaning?

Did I do all those tasks for nothing?

The little turtle felt a chill in its heart. There was another possibility: someone had interrupted the sentence reduction, and the lamp wick could now return to the celestial realm. It quickly ran over to find its host.

Perhaps Heaven has forgiven him.

[Host, we don't need to do any more missions. You can return to the Celestial Realm now.]

Sitting in the mustard seed space, Dengxin felt a headache, nausea, and a ringing in his ears. He was exhausted and spoke listlessly. He glanced at the little golden tortoise floating in the air and asked, "What?"

You can go home now.

Should we go back?

[Go back and the turtle will teleport you back.]

Home?

What kind of home does he have?

Isn't that the home of Heaven and the lamp? What does the lamp wick have to do with it?

He hates them and doesn't want to go back. He feels great in the small world, especially since there's a man who dotes on him. No wonder Dengzhan is so fearless; it feels so good to have someone backing you up.

"Turtle, can I sell my soul to you?"

"Huh?" Jin Wangba was dumbfounded.

"Can't I sell it to you?"

This requires you to sign an agreement with the Quick Transmigration Bureau.

The quick transmigration bureau... never mind, I'd offend their boss, I don't dare go.

"I'm not going back." After saying that, she lay down, exhausted.

If he doesn't go back, the system can only take him to a new world.

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"Even if I marry you, I won't lay a finger on you! You're so willing to marry me because Grandpa forced you, fine, the marriage is done, you'll live a life of widowhood!"

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and threw it at the boy's feet.

The gust of wind startled Dengxin, making his heart ache. His face turned pale, not because of him, but because this body of his had never been well since he saved the life of the Fu family patriarch.

The story is quite melodramatic. To repay the original owner for saving his life, the old man often invites him to his home. The original owner falls in love with Fu Jinchuan, not now, but because they had interacted since childhood.

But boys also change a lot as they grow up.

Fu Jinchuan hasn't changed much; he's always had the face of a cold, aloof CEO since he was a child.

The original owner grew up in an orphanage. As a child, he didn't grow up properly and was very ordinary. He was also dirty. The orphanage staff couldn't compare to biological parents, and with so many children, they couldn't provide the idealistic care.

He dressed plainly, was ordinary-looking, and was thin and small.

So much so that when they grew up, their "white moonlight" was mistaken for someone else's.

The original owner's voice was damaged. The orphanage had experienced a fire, and in order to rescue Fu Jinchuan, his voice was ruined by smoke, and he could no longer speak. Little Jinchuan was unconscious and was taken away by his family.

They never saw each other again after that.

By a twist of fate.

Later, the original owner saved Grandpa Fu by chance. Grandpa Fu felt a connection with him and often had people pick him up to go to the villa for tea. He also found a doctor to treat him.

It's just that my throat has been injured for too long.

The chances of a successful treatment are slim.

The original owner didn't want to bother Old Master Fu any further, since he saved people not to get anything from them, but purely out of conscience. However, he saw Fu Jinchuan.

The light of youth.

I changed my mind.

They often take the initiative to visit the old man.

When Fu Jinchuan was at home, his attention was always on him.

He didn't know that Fu Jinchuan had someone he liked before, so when the old man asked him if he wanted to marry Fu Jinchuan, he was shy but still said he wanted to.

The old man just couldn't stand Fu Jinchuan's "white moonlight".

So he forced his grandson to marry the original owner of the body.

Fu Jinchuan was unwilling, but everything he had was given to him by his family. With his credit card suspended and his position revoked, he was forced to comply under pressure, marrying someone he didn't love at all and making his beloved white moonlight a mistress. Anyone would be angry in this situation.

Therefore, this can only be a wedding in name only.

Fu Jinchuan was forced to marry her, and he vented all his resentment on the original owner of the body. It was on their wedding night that the original owner learned that Fu Jinchuan had someone he loved very much.

My heart aches so much I can't breathe.

The older brother from his youth doesn't remember him, nor their promise, and he even stole someone else's lover.

When a person is on the verge of emotional collapse, various mental problems will arise. His physical condition was already poor. The difference from the melodramatic story is that the original owner died on his wedding night.

The original story ending.

Fu Jinchuan never realized that his true love was someone else.

The original owner of this body died, and he insisted on marrying Bai Cheng. The old man disagreed, but Fu Jinchuan held power in his hands and insisted on marrying her despite his grandfather's objections.

In the end, the old man died of anger.

Fu Jinchuan and Bai Cheng lived happily ever after.

However, this is just the outside world's opinion. A fake white moonlight is still a fake white moonlight. Even without knowing the truth, Fu Jinchuan felt more responsibility than love for Bai Cheng.

Because he always believed that Bai Cheng saved him from the fire.

In a melodramatic turn of events, someone is mistaken for another person, and the mistake is either a birthmark or an object. Fu Jinchuan's mistake is a jade pendant that Bai Cheng stole when he was a child.

Small World Mission: Survive until Fu Jinchuan learns the truth, then get a divorce.

The original owner was sensitive, cautious, kind, and timid.

Because the wedding night was over, and there was no clear indication of what would happen next, the lamp wick took over the body, focused its gaze, and the last thing it saw was Fu Jinchuan's resolute departing figure.

They held their wedding at the old house.

I won't move anymore; I'll live with my grandfather.

The old man knew his grandson disliked Nan Yu, so keeping him under his watchful eye was a good way to protect him. Fu Jinchuan had disobeyed once, but he couldn't disobey every time.

Fu Jinchuan slammed the door and left.

Upon receiving the news, the old man hurriedly came over, leaning on his cane, accompanied by his nanny, who attended to him at all times.

Nan Yu picked up the suit that Fu Jinchuan had thrown on the ground and hung it up.

He had seen similar scripts before.

Fu Jinchuan misunderstands and abuses his wife physically and emotionally. In the end, he learns the truth, hates the mistress, and goes through a "chasing after his wife" ordeal. Most of the time, he will win back the beauty.

If this storyline continues...

He should be the obedient husband in her own world?

But he is also very irritable.

The mission ends with divorce, but then again, it doesn't seem like that. So where is her devoted husband?

Deng Xin scratched his cheek, feeling unwell, and prepared to wash up and go to bed. Grandpa Fu came over. The original owner often saw him, but this was the first time Nan Yu had seen him. The old man was dressed in a Tang suit, with a full head of white hair, and looked very energetic.

His facial features resemble Fu Jinchuan's by about three points.

He immediately spoke with concern, his words filled with heartache; anyone who didn't know better would think Nan Yu was his own grandson.

"Don't be sad. That brat deserves a beating. Grandpa will stand up for you. We'll bring him back in a bit. Why is his face so pale? Xiao Zhao, go and call Dr. Song over to take a look at Xiao Yu."

Grandpa Fu truly cares for Nan Yu.

I can't control my grandson. I forced him into this marriage, but who knew he wouldn't give me any face on his wedding night?

Nan Yu's heart was pounding with pain. Unable to speak, she could only sign: "I'm fine."

"You said you were fine, but your face is so pale. Did that brat hit you?"

Nan Yu shook her head, her eyes red, looking incredibly pitiful. Xiao Dengxin had also learned to act, gesturing in the air with her hands: I want a divorce. I didn't know he had someone he liked. I'm sorry.

[No, host, the steps can't be messed up. You have to let Fu Jinchuan know the truth before you can get a divorce.]

Nan Yu: "..."

Grandpa Fu felt sorry for him and comforted him:

"Even without you, I wouldn't let that guy outside Jinchuan into the house. Don't overthink it. Grandpa arranged the marriage, and he definitely won't let you suffer any injustice."

"Sir, Dr. Song has arrived."

The butler stepped forward, followed by the family doctor. The man was very tall, with fair skin, healthy pink lips, and a sculpted face. He carried a medicine box and had no particular emotion on his face. He nodded slightly when he saw the old man.

Grandpa Song stepped aside, saying, "Look, this child has always been in poor health, and he's been through a shock today."

Song Chu specializes in traditional Chinese medicine, but is also proficient in Western medicine. When treating the master of the house, he usually does so by taking the pulse. The old man, whose face was deathly pale from heart pain, lowered his gaze and said to the old man:

"The young mistress needs to rest."

The old man nodded, then comforted Nan Yu a few more times, assuring him that he would apologize to Fu Jinchuan tomorrow. It was too painful, so Deng Xin could only nod weakly.

After the old man left, Song Chu told Nan Yu to lie down. Her heart was aching, and the more she lay down, the more uncomfortable she felt. She shook her head to show that she was uncomfortable lying down.

Song Chu placed the medicine box on the table, picked up the wrist rest, and seeing that Nan Yu's condition was deteriorating, led her to sit on the sofa. He then gently massaged a certain acupoint, his voice soft yet exceptionally pleasant to the ear:

"Relax, don't be tense."

After pressing the acupoints for a while, the palpitations finally subsided, and he exhaled a breath of stale air before Song Chu took his pulse.

Song Chu had a reassuring woody scent about him. Since his soul hadn't fully merged with his body yet, he leaned against the back of the sofa and gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep. Song Chu paused and withdrew his pulse-taking gesture.

He can't stay on the sofa and sleep all the time.

Looking at the double happiness symbol in the bridal chamber and the red quilt, she narrowed her deep eyes, glanced at the sleeping boy, and quietly went over to make the bed before returning to carefully carry him over.

Song Chu moved quietly, perhaps because Nan Yu was really sleepy.

He never woke up.

Song Chu pulled the blanket over himself, covered himself with it, and then quietly left with the medicine box.

The butler had been waiting outside. When he saw Song Chu come out, he stepped forward and asked, "Dr. Song, how is the young mistress's health?"

Song Chu closed the door and shook his head: "Liver and gallbladder disorder, insufficient blood circulation."

The butler glanced at the closed door. The double happiness symbol on the door looked so new. It was only the first day, and the young master was already... Sigh. The butler shook his sleeves and asked Song Chu, "Do you want medicine or a nourishing meal?"

“Acupuncture and dietary therapy. I will bring the medicine tomorrow. The young mistress cannot withstand stimulation, and her body is not suitable for sexual intercourse.” He then added meaningfully, “When the young master returns, please remind him not to hurt the young mistress.”

The butler sighed, thinking to himself that the young master probably wouldn't be coming back. However, he didn't say anything more and nodded slightly to Song Chu, "Okay, I'll have someone arrange a car to take you back."

"Um."

Song Chu was recruited by the Fu family at great expense to treat the old man's health. His family had been practicing medicine for generations, and the steward treated him with utmost respect. If he displeased the old man, he would simply quit.

They don't care about the money you spend at all.

After seeing Dr. Song off, the housekeeper went to tell the old man about Nan Yu's health condition.

Grandpa Fu was also heartbroken.

Xiaoyu knew he didn't love his grandson, but he did. He didn't know why, he just liked the child. He wanted to give him everything he wanted. Who knew that this would happen on his grandson's wedding night?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the old man couldn't sleep all night.

I got sick from anger.

Song Chu was summoned again in the middle of the night. He handed the prepared medicine to the steward and instructed him, "One dose a day."

I brought two sets of needles.

The old man can use it too.

After an hour of fussing, it was already late at night.

Although Song Chu lived not far from the house, the housekeeper still arranged for him to stay there in case the old man had another emergency in the middle of the night.

The next day.

The original owner's schedule affected the lamp wick, so he got up very early. His soul had almost fully merged, but his body was weak, and his complexion was always bad. He rubbed his face, went to the bathroom to wash up, and came out after he was done.

Looking at the room full of double happiness symbols and wedding photos.

I don't know why.

I woke up this morning and everything I saw looked disgusting.

He gets upset whenever he feels uncomfortable, and when he feels uncomfortable, he clutches his chest and sits on the sofa to calm down. Before he can recover, there is a knock on the door.

Butler: "Young Madam, are you awake?"

Butler: "Breakfast is ready. Would you like to come down and eat, or should I bring it up to you?"

The boy went to open the door, continuing the original owner's muscle memory. He couldn't speak subconsciously, so he endured the discomfort and used sign language: "I'm not hungry, thank you, I won't go down to eat."

"Well... Dr. Song is here, let him take a look at you first."

Sign language: No need to bother.

Butler: "No trouble at all, please rest first. I'll have someone call Dr. Song over."

Because the original owner couldn't speak, the old man instructed the servants to learn sign language, and the housekeeper also worked hard to improve it. There is now a sign language teacher in the house.

Song Chu was called up, knocked on the door, and went straight in.

He was aware of the wick's physical condition.

When I feel really unwell, even speaking becomes difficult.

The moment the door was pushed open, the festive atmosphere was so intense it hurt the eyes.

I looked away to find the boy, who was curled up on the sofa, looking tiny. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, making his already pale skin appear even whiter and more translucent.

The boy was like a flower that hadn't seen the light for a long time, so fragile that he was pitiful.

Song Chu, carrying a bowl of jujube soup, opened the door and knocked again, saying:

"Young Madam, I'm going in."

Nan Yu looked up, and the light and shadow fell on him, making his features so exquisite that they seemed like a dream, as if they would disappear at the slightest touch. This scene made Song Chu pause for a few seconds, and when he came to his senses, he turned his eyes away and coughed lightly to cover up his mistake.

Carry the red date soup over.

He handed the lamp wick and said, "If you can't eat or drink, have some to replenish your blood."

He didn't want to eat or drink, he felt terrible, and his eyes seemed to be glistening with tears as he stared at Song Chu. In fact, they were just watery eyes, full of innocence and pitifulness, but his gaze made Song Chu's heart pound.

"Take a couple of sips, and you won't feel so uncomfortable during the acupuncture later."

The lamp wick could only be brought over for drinking, and he only drank the broth, not eating the contents. Song Chu didn't say anything, touched the firmness of the bed, found it comfortable to lie on, lifted the covers, and said to Nan Yu:

"come over."

The lamp wick obediently went over and lay down again. Song Chu said, "Take off your clothes."

Sign language: Have you all taken your clothes off?

Song Chu nodded and said, "It's best to remove all the meridians in your body, ideally completely."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy's ears turned visibly red, regaining a touch of color, making him look extremely handsome.

Deng Xin was embarrassed and dawdled, even covering herself with the blanket after taking off her clothes, keeping her head down and not daring to look at Song Chu.

Song Chu comforted him:

"Don't feel pressured."

The lamp wick only allowed him to remove the blanket covering his private parts and cover his eyes with his hands. Song Chu chuckled, pressed his arm back to his side, and said gently:

"You can't lift it, and you need to get injections in your arm too."