[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hong-kong-1984":3,"chapter-hong-kong-1984-hong-kong-1984-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hong Kong 1984: Rise of the Cultural Empire",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2221502,4066,"Chapter 2: Memories of the Original Body","hong-kong-1984-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, spilling into the room as Wu Xiangqian slowly opened his eyes, his mind a chaotic blur. He sat up and looked around, realizing he was lying in an unfamiliar room. Several movie posters were pasted on the walls, and a few textbooks lay on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is this?\" Wu Xiangqian murmured softly, his brows knitting together slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a flood of unfamiliar memories suddenly surged into his mind, sweeping over him like a tide. He froze for a moment, then realized—these were the memories of the original body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that's how it is...\" Wu Xiangqian said in a low voice, \"I have transmigrated into the body of this person named Wu Xiangqian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes and carefully sorted through the original body's memories. The original owner was a high school graduate named Wu Xiangqian, eighteen years old this year. His background was quite tortuous—he had been abducted by human traffickers at the age of eight, but cleverly escaped while they were asleep, only to be adopted by a kind couple, thereafter living a stable life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xiangqian stood up and walked to the mirror in the room, carefully examining his reflection. The youth in the mirror was slender, standing 185 centimeters tall, with delicate and handsome features; a faint melancholy lingered between his brows and eyes, giving his entire person an air of elegant grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This appearance... truly 'more elegant than Pan An, a single pear blossom pressing down the begonia',\" Wu Xiangqian couldn't help but smile, muttering to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at his physique; though lean, it was well-proportioned, clearly the result of maintaining a healthy lifestyle for a long time. He raised his hand, gently clenching it into a fist, feeling a surge of youthful strength flowing within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This body... isn't bad. Since I have come to this world, I might as well live well,\" Wu Xiangqian said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Cheng found a notebook titled \"Diary\" on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xiangqian opened the notebook, which contained the diary written by the original owner. He casually opened the most recent entry and began to read it carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, I finally graduated from high school. Looking back on these past few years, although life was plain, it was also fulfilling. My adoptive parents treated me very well, and I have always studied hard, hoping to get into an ideal university to repay their kindness of raising me. It's just... sometimes, I always think of my biological parents. Where are they now? Are they still looking for me? Perhaps, in this lifetime, I will never see them again...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the diary, a faint sadness welled up in Wu Xiangqian's heart. He closed the computer, walked to the bedside, sat down, and fell into deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The original body's background was indeed somewhat rough, but since I have inherited his memories and body, I have the responsibility to live well on his behalf,\" Wu Xiangqian said in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and opened it to reveal a few simple clothes hanging inside. He casually took out a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans; after changing into them, he appeared even more fresh and neat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next, what should I do?\" Wu Xiangqian muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a knock sounded at the door. \"Xiangqian, are you up yet? Breakfast is ready.\" It was the gentle voice of his adoptive mother. \"I'm up, Mom, I'm coming out now,\" Wu Xiangqian replied. He walked out of the room to see the dining table laden with a lavish breakfast, his adoptive parents smiling as they waited for him. \"Qian'er, since you've graduated and have nothing to do today, why not go with your father to take a look at his factory? It might give you some direction for the future,\" his adoptive father said. Wu Xiangqian's heart stirred; he knew that the film industry in Xiangjiang was about to take off, and perhaps he could find opportunities there. \"Dad, Mom, I don't want to go to the factory; I want to try entering the film industry,\" Wu Xiangqian said, summoning his courage. His adoptive parents exchanged a surprised glance, and his adoptive mother said with concern, \"The film industry has very deep waters; can you handle it, Qian'er?\" Wu Xiangqian nodded firmly: \"I want to try; I have confidence.\" Seeing his determined attitude, his adoptive parents finally nodded. \"Alright then, if you want to go, go and venture out; Mom and Dad support you,\" his adoptive father said. Wu Xiangqian felt a warmth in his heart; with his family's support, he had even more motivation to carve out a place for himself in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since Heaven has given me a chance to live again, I must cherish it well,\" Wu Xiangqian said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up his backpack, walked out of the room, and prepared to start a new day.\u003C\u002Fp>",827,"2026-06-17T18:39:07.353Z",1,"Qwen3.5 397B","cfa49d60610f36804af73fe7e555920a55f7b4077acc2384f578444642372aaf","hong-kong-1984-chapter-3","hong-kong-1984-chapter-1",152,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhong-kong-1984-rise-of-the-cultural-empire-cover.jpg"]