Chapter 173 Glass Products: Bo Tingshen Extra
My name is Bo Tingshen, I’m 58 years old, and I’m what people often call a domineering CEO, well… the older version.
This year marks the 28th year that my wife has been in a vegetative state, and she has finally woken up.
For me, it is a great thing that she can wake up. I have been waiting for this day for 28 years.
However, when she woke up, the look in her eyes was not exactly the same as before, but completely unrelated.
At that moment, my excited heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
I stared at my wife lying in the experimental cabin, and my heart gradually calmed down and I felt lost. I knew that the person who woke up was not my wife Ruan Yan.
I asked the doctor, and the conclusion he gave was that she had been sleeping for too long and her personality and emotions had been lost.
But, can she really remember the past but not her feelings for me?
I also wavered and tried to believe that what the doctor said was right until she was discharged from the hospital.
As we spent more and more time together, I realized more and more that she was indeed not my wife, and I didn't know where she came from.
I can’t figure it out for now, or rather, I don’t have any channels to figure it out.
I have tried countless times, and she remembers my wife very clearly. She even knows some things around me.
Because of this, I often fall into self-doubt, always wavering and confused between whether she is Yanyan and whether she is not Yanyan.
Is the other person really my wife Ruan Yan?
This kind of doubt lasted for ten years, until one day ten years later, I awakened the memory of my past life.
I finally got out of this confused state.
Because, whether in the previous life or this life, my wife Ruan Yan has passed away in a car accident.
The car accident took her away, and those who stayed behind were all foreign souls.
In my previous life, I turned love into hate and drove away the alien soul that possessed my wife, but what I got was a corpse.
In this life, I am still unwilling, but I cannot be as extreme as in my previous life.
No, to be precise, I am more extreme in this life.
I selfishly thought that even if only Yanyan's body belonged to her, as long as she was still alive in front of me, it would be enough.
This kind of life continued until my death.
Before I died, I saw my Yanyan.
From that moment on, I was filled with gratitude to the foreign soul with whom I had lived for more than ten years.
Perhaps, Yanyan was able to come back because of the other party.
"A Shen..." She looked at me with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of deep affection for me.
She is still as radiant and young and beautiful as she was more than ten years ago.
And I am already an old man in my seventies.
I subconsciously touched my face and gray hair, trying to avoid her gaze.
I am no longer worthy of her affection.
"I'm old..." My voice was involuntarily choked with sobs.
I am glad that she is still alive, but I also hate the cruelty of time. There was already an eight-year age difference between us, and now there is a difference of several dozen years.
Maybe my condition was too serious, Yanyan's eyes were filled with heartache.
So, even after decades, I still thank God for letting me meet her.
"No, you're not old." She burst into tears.
I raised my hand to touch her face, trying to keep smiling: "It's great to be able to see you before I die."
Yanyan clutched my hand and cried breathlessly.
"Thank her for me." I said with a smile before closing my eyes.
I think Yanyan knows who I am thanking.
However, what I didn’t expect was that not long after I died, I regained consciousness.
The familiar yet unfamiliar living room makes me feel dazed.
"Mr. Bo, this is the information of your blind date." The face of the assistant whom I hadn't seen for many years, and the very old address, made me feel very dazed.
My assistant was promoted to director many years ago, and now——
I looked at the assistant, took the information from her hand, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar pretty face on the information.
"Do you still need my help this time?"
My assistant not only helps me solve business problems, but also helps me find blind dates.
My fingertips, gripping the documents, turned white from the strain. After a long moment, I finally found my voice: "No, I'll go by myself."
Ecstasy filled my heart.
I seem to be back again!
With a nervous mood, I came to the scene where Yanyan and I first met. I sat on the chair, anxiously waiting for Yanyan's arrival.
"Sorry I'm late."
While I was daydreaming, a familiar voice sounded above and opposite me. I turned around and saw a familiar face appear opposite me.
She had a proper and distant smile on her face, and her clothes were different from her previous life. This time she was wearing a dress.
The slightly curly hair is tied back with a bow of the same color.
I was a little dazed.
"Hello, my name is Ruan Yan."
The opening was also different. I stared at her blankly: "Hello, Bo Tingshen."
Almost instantly, I figured out what was going on.
Yanyan is back too!
I looked at Yanyan and stood up excitedly, but I didn't know what to say to her.
Perhaps my clumsy look pleased her, she lifted her slightly curly hair and winked at me: "Does it look good? I specially did this hairstyle so that you will fall in love with it at first sight."
"Just standing here is enough to make my heart beat."
I opened my lips and spoke out the words that had been suppressed in my heart for years.
"You can talk."
Since both of them had memories of the past, this blind date was a sure thing.
What confuses everyone is why I chose such a woman.
Her family is about to go bankrupt, and she is not particularly beautiful. Everyone is wondering what I like about her?
Whenever someone asks me, I always say it was love at first sight.
It doesn’t matter whether you are beautiful or not. What matters is that you look according to my aesthetic standards.
What is equally shocking is that when I was young, I acted decisively and aggressively, without any regard for the consequences.
Since the blind date, my wrists have been much softer.
At least, it gave some old stubborn people a little face.
Because I gave them face, they also gave some face to Yanyan's family, and our wedding went very smoothly.
Getting married again, I still feel as nervous as in my previous life.
The reason I was nervous in my previous life was that she was very beautiful and I loved her very much.
The reason why I am uneasy in this life is that she is still very beautiful, but I am afraid that my dream will be shattered.
I am afraid that this is a dream that makes me indulge in it and I don’t want to wake up.
The day after my wedding, I woke up on my wedding bed and subconsciously looked around to see if I had returned to my previous life, a world where Yanyan did not exist.
"What are you doing?"
A familiar soft voice sounded beside me. I turned my head to look at Yanyan who was lying beside me, and held her in my arms with lingering fear.
"I'm afraid that yesterday was just a dream." When I wake up, you will be gone.
She hugged me back and said, "No, I won't leave you."
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