At this moment, in a VIP ward at Beijing Municipal Hospital.
Huo Beian held his smartphone, typed this line, and then gave a wicked smile.
He slowly walked down from the ward, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at the body in front of him.
The body was tall and handsome, but due to a car accident, his face was disfigured, and his whole body was wrapped in bandages, which were stained with blood.
It's estimated that the original owner died in a serious car accident, which is why he was accidentally transported into this body.
"Thank you!"
Huo Beian silently prayed for the original owner of this body, wishing him peace.
In the world of the novel, after he died of old age, he thought he was dead, but when he woke up and opened his eyes, his soul was already in this body.
He actually traveled from the book to the modern era.
His first thought upon arriving in this world was to find a wife, and his wife must have also traveled through time.
He then took out the phone belonging to this body, since he had seen how to use a smartphone when Song Ning took him to the space before.
After he took it, he roughly knew how to use it.
After a series of actions, I accidentally swiped into my wife's live stream.
Three yachts were immediately given away! It was all the original owner's money anyway! And it all went into his wife's pocket!
Just then, the ward door opened, and a nurse walked in. When she saw that the patient was actually awake, she screamed and ran away immediately.
Soon, an elderly man dressed in a traditional Chinese suit approached, grasped Huo Beian's hand, and said with trembling hands and tears streaming down his face, "Son, you're finally awake... I thought I'd never see you again..."
A young man in a suit walked in, excitedly saying, "President Lian, you're finally awake... We were all so worried about you..."
Son… President Lian? Could this person be the original owner of this body…?
Thinking of this, Huo Beian held the old man's hand and said, "Dad... I've woken up... but I can't remember many things... What was my name again?"
Upon seeing this, the old man cried even louder, "Son, it's good that you're awake. Think about what you don't understand slowly. Son, your name is Lian Sicheng."
"Lian Sicheng?"
Huo Beian's inner monologue: This name is really awful.
"Yes, that's right. My poor son, your face is ruined. Don't worry, I'll find the best doctor to give you plastic surgery! Xiao Gao, go and contact the best plastic surgeon in the country right away!"
"Yes, Chairman!" The young man immediately ran off.
"Can I get plastic surgery to look the way I want?" Huo Bei'an thought to himself, wanting to go back to his original appearance.
"Sure. Son, as long as you're happy, we'll arrange for the best doctor to perform the surgery for you."
Huo Beian nodded, thinking that he couldn't possibly see his wife in his current disfigured state, so he could only wait.
...
The corridor of Guohua International Hotel.
Song Ning walked on the thick carpet.
Seeing the number 888, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was no response.
She tried pressing down the brass doorknob.
With a click, the door slid open.
The overhead light switch was pressed, and the luxurious and spacious suite instantly came into view.
Song Ning frowned and called out a few times, "Huo Bei'an?"
But no one answered.
Just then, soft footsteps sounded behind them. A young man in a hotel waiter's uniform stood in the doorway, holding a crisp white envelope.
"Are you Ms. Song Ning?" the young man asked calmly.
"I am."
"Someone has entrusted me to deliver this to room 888 and give it to you at this time."
Song Ning held the envelope; it was very thin. She tore open the seal.
Inside was a letter and a black card.
"My dear wife, please forgive me for breaking my promise. I long to see you, but I cannot at the moment. Please wait for me; I will see you in a month."
Song Ning's fingers felt slightly cold.
Huo Beian. Has something happened?
Why don't you come to see her?
Song Ning felt a little worried. They had both transmigrated in the same way, and she wondered what was going on with Huo Beian.
The less we see each other, the more worried I get...
Looking at the black card in her hand, she realized it wasn't just any ordinary limited edition black card.
Could it be that Huo Beian's transmigrated identity is very wealthy?
The following month was a long and agonizing ordeal for Song Ning.
She felt anxious when she couldn't see Huo Beian, but every night when she went live, her "sour lemon" (a nickname) would always give her tips as always.
It's still an extravagant three yachts every day. It costs nearly ten thousand yuan.
This made Song Ning feel like she was being kept.
And that limited edition black card made Song Ning feel like she could really buy whatever she wanted.
I never imagined that the domineering military officer from the historical novel would become a domineering CEO in the modern era.
Moreover, [Sour Lemon] has been online for very short periods recently, only logging on for about five minutes each day to tip Song Ning before logging off.
Several times, Song Ning thought she could chat with him for a bit, but she never had the chance.
Unable to resist any longer, Song Ning sent it to him from behind the scenes during her live stream.
Why didn't you come to see me that day?
[Sour Lemon]: [Wife, wait for me, one month.]
Song Ning: [I can't wait any longer, Huo Beian. I want to see you, I want to see you all the time. I want to know if you're doing well.]
At this moment, Huo Beian, on the other end of the network, felt a pang of sadness and heartache upon seeing these words.
He desperately wanted to see his wife. But his face was completely disfigured; he had just undergone plastic surgery and needed time to recover…
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