Chapter 297: Is This Melon Guaranteed to Be Ripe?

In the early '60s, the "Four Great Markets" were famous throughout the Four-Nine City.

In an era where everything required rationing, the Four Great Markets could be called a shopping paradise for the vast majority of citizens.

These included: the Xidan Market on the west side of Xidan Beidajie, the Dongdan Market on the south side of Dongdan Second Alley, and the one at the southwest corner of the Chongwen Sect intersection...

When he told the doctor this speculation, the doctor claimed not to understand but was greatly shocked, and suggested he go downstairs to see a psychiatrist.

In short, the hospital could not determine the cause of the illness; later, his mother brought back special-effect medicine from abroad, which finally brought the condition under control, so long as he took the medication regularly, it would not flare up.

"It must be that I didn't rest well last night and was too tired; it's all Jiang Yu'er's fault, insisting on coming to my room in the middle of the night to play games..."

Although he said this out loud, his heart grew Quietly Heavy, because Zhang Zhang Yuanqing knew that the medicine's efficacy was beginning to wane and his condition was becoming increasingly severe.

"I'll have to increase the dosage in the future..." Zhang Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, walked to the window, and 'swish' pulled open the curtains.

Sunlight rushed in competitively, filling the room.

In Songhai City's April, the spring light was bright and beautiful, while the morning breeze blowing against one's face was cool and comfortable.

"Thump thump!"

At this moment, the sound of knocking came from the door, and his grandmother shouted from outside:

"Yuanzi, get up."

"No!" Zhang Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly and ruthlessly; he wanted to sleep a second round.

With such bright spring light and it being the weekend, wouldn't sleeping in be a waste of life?

"I'm giving you three minutes; if you don't get up, I'll splash you awake."

His grandmother was even more cold and ruthless.

"I know, I know..." Zhang Zhang Yuanqing immediately softened.

He knew his short-tempered grandmother was truly capable of doing such a thing.

When Zhang Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father passed away in a car accident; his strong-willed mother did not remarry but instead brought her son back to Songhai to settle down, leaving him in the care of his maternal grandfather and grandmother.

She herself plunged headfirst into her career, becoming a career woman praised by all their relatives. BiQuGe

Later, his mother bought her own apartment, but Zhang Zhang Yuanqing disliked that empty, spacious flat-floor unit and continued living with his grandparents.

After all, his mother left early and returned late every day, went on business trips every other day, and devoted her whole heart to her career; even on weekends when she wasn't working overtime, she would order takeout at mealtime.

The thing she said most to him as her son was, "Do you have enough money? If not, tell Mom"; a career-mother who could satisfy your financial needs without limit sounded quite nice.

But Zhang Zhang Yuanqing would always smile and tell his mother that the pocket money given by his grandmother and his aunt-by-marriage was sufficient.

Hmm, and also his younger aunt.

The woman who had insisted on coming to his room to play games last night was his younger aunt.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing yawned, turned the bedroom doorknob, and walked into the living room.

This apartment in his grandmother's house, including the shared public area, covered one hundred and fifty square meters; when they sold the old house to buy this new one years ago, Zhang Zhang Yuanqing remembered the price being over forty thousand per square meter.

Six or seven years had passed, and now the housing prices in this residential compound had risen to 110,000 per square meter, nearly doubling.

Fortunately, his grandfather had had foresight back then; otherwise, with the old house, Zhang Zhang Yuanqing would have had to sleep in the living room, after all, now that he had grown up, he could no longer sleep with his younger aunt.

On the long dining table by the living room, the culprit behind his headache was slurping porridge with a 'gugu' sound, her pink slippers kicking back and forth under the table.

Her features were exquisite and beautiful, her round oval face appearing quite sweet, with a tear mole at the corner of her right eye.

Due to having just woken up, her voluminous, messy, wavy hair hung loose, adding a few points of laziness and charm to her appearance.

His younger aunt was named Jiang Yu'er, four years older than him.

Seeing Zhang Zhang Yuanqing come out, his younger aunt licked the porridge from the corner of her mouth and said in surprise:

"Yo, up so early? This isn't your style."

"It's your mom's doing."

"Why are you cursing?"

"I'm just stating the facts."

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing examined his younger aunt's flower-like, jade-beautiful face; she looked energetic, bright, and moving.

They say the night never treats those who stay up late unfairly; it gifts them dark circles under their eyes, but this law seemed not to apply to the woman before him.

His grandmother in the kitchen heard the commotion, poked her head out to look, and a moment later, emerged carrying a bowl of porridge.

His grandmother's black hair was streaked with silver threads, and her eyes were very sharp; at a glance, one could tell she was the kind of old lady with a bad temper.

Although her loose skin and shallow wrinkles had stolen away her former glory, one could still faintly make out that she had possessed good looks in her youth.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing took the porridge handed to him by his grandmother, gulped down a mouthful, and said:

"Where's Grandpa?"

"He went out for a stroll," his grandmother said.

His grandfather was a retired old criminal investigator; even in his old age, his life remained very regular, sleeping inevitably at ten o'clock every night and waking at six in the morning.

His pretty younger aunt drank her porridge and said with a grin:

"After breakfast, Auntie will take you to the mall to buy clothes."

You're that kind-hearted? Zhang Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree when his grandmother beside him shot him a murderous sideways glance:

"If you dare go, I'll break your dog legs."

"Mom, why are you like this?" his younger aunt said with a bitchy expression: "I just want to buy Yuanzi a few spring outfits; are you unhappy about that? Although 'nephew' has an 'outer' character in it, he's still blood kin~"

His grandmother used brute force to overcome all methods: "Do you want your dog legs broken too?"

His younger aunt pursed her lips and lowered her head to drink her porridge.

Hearing the gaming between mother and daughter, Zhang Zhang Yuanqing immediately knew his grandmother must have arranged another blind date for his younger aunt, while his quirky younger aunt wanted to drag him along to muddy the waters.

This was how they usually did it: bringing her nephew to a blind date, sitting for a few minutes, and her socially confident nephew would handle the date partner; the two men would chat enthusiastically, Talked About the World from livelihood strategies to global patterns, with her having no part in it the entire time.

She only needed to drink her beverage and play on her phone, while the blind date partner would feel he had displayed sufficient social experience and insight in front of a beauty, thereby feeling happy and good about himself.

Jiang Yu'er had been exquisite and cute since childhood, the object of praise among the Yan Yan Jiefang neighbors, with high looks, sweetness, and obedience, making her very likable to elders.

Such a beautiful granddaughter; of course, Grandmother must guard her strictly, lecturing her since middle school that early romance was forbidden and that she was not to go out with male classmates.

Her youngest daughter indeed did not disappoint her, remaining without a boyfriend until graduating university, but once she entered society, especially after turning twenty-five earlier this year, Grandmother became somewhat restless.

In her heart, she thought: I only forbade you from early romance; I did not tell you to become an leftover woman. How many years of youth does a woman have?

Thus, she gathered her old sisters to scour the five lakes and four seas for information on promising young men, arranging blind dates for her daughter.

"Grandmother, she clearly still has no intention of finding a partner; a forcibly twisted melon is not sweet," Zhang Zhang Yuanqing said while gnawing on a bun, volunteering himself:

"Why don't you arrange a blind date for me? This melon of mine is very sweet."

Grandmother snapped angrily, "You are still young; what is the rush? Your university is full of female classmates; can't you find one yourself? If you cause more trouble, I will beat you."

Although Grandmother was a southern woman, her temper was not gentle in the slightest; it was particularly fiery.

Even Zhang Zhang Yuanqing's mother, that career-driven strong woman, did not dare to talk back to Grandmother.

I am grown up, okay; I have been practicing my craft for several years now... Zhang Zhang Yuanqing grumbled inwardly.

After finishing breakfast, under Grandmother's forceful demand, his aunt returned to her room to change clothes and apply makeup before going out for her blind date.

His aunt applied light makeup, which made her appear even more brilliant and moving.

A fluffy round-neck knit sweater paired with a long coat, light-colored slim-fit jeans wrapping two long, proportionate and rounded legs, with the narrow hems tucked into black Martin boots.

Her dressing style was simple and forest-like, neither gaudy nor flashy, yet exceptionally exquisite.

His aunt shot him a "you know what I mean" glance, picked up her bag, swayed her small waist, and headed out the door:

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Zhang Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and unhurriedly changed into a black T-shirt and a windbreaker, then put on his running shoes.

A few minutes later, he opened the bedroom door.

Grandmother was cleaning the living room; seeing him come out, she stopped her work and silently watched him.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing mimicked his aunt's tone:

"Mom, I'm also going out for a blind date."

"Get back here," Grandmother raised her broom and threatened, "If you dare step out this door, I'll break your dog legs."

"Okay!" Zhang Zhang Yuanqing compliantly returned to his bedroom.

Sitting at his desk, he held his phone and sent a message to his aunt:

"Defeated before the battle even began, forever making heroes' tears soak their robes."

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His aunt must have been driving, as her reply was concise and to the point.

"Grandmother blocked me at home; you should just go to the blind date yourself."

His aunt sent a voice message.

AiYue app latest complete content free to watch; Zhang Zhang Yuanqing tapped to open it, and Jiang Yu'er's angry voice rang out from the speaker:

"What use are you!!"

His aunt recalled the voice message, then sent another one, this time changing her tone to a coquettish, cutesy plea:

"Good nephew, come quickly; your aunt loves you the most, mua~"

Hmph, women!

Acting cute and coquettish makes you think I'll dare touch Grandmother's reverse scale? At the very least, you should have sent a red envelope.

Just then, a slightly piercing ringtone sounded; Zhang Zhang Yuanqing went to the living room and, under Grandmother's gaze, pressed the intercom button, saying:

"Who is it?"

"Delivery."

A voice came through the speaker.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing pressed the door-open button; two or three minutes later, a uniformed delivery courier rode the elevator up, holding a package in his arms:

"Is this Zhang Zhang Yuanqing?"

"It is me."

I didn't order anything online... he signed for it with a confused look, glanced at the package information; the sender was not listed, but the address was neighboring Hangcheng City in Jiangnan Province.

He returned to his room, found a paper cutter in his desk drawer, and opened the package.

Inside, wrapped in shock-absorbing air cushions, was a black card and a yellow-skinned letter.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing picked up the black card, the size of an ID card; its material seemed to be metal, yet it felt extremely smooth and warm to the touch. The card was exquisitely crafted, with faint silver cloud patterns along the edges and a black full moon in the center.

The black full moon imprint was very exquisite, with irregular mottled patches clearly visible on its surface.

What is this? Filled with doubt, he tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

"Yuanzi, I obtained something very interesting; I once thought it could change my life, but my abilities were limited, and I could not control it. I feel that if it were you, it should not be a problem.

"We have been brothers; this is my gift to you. Great God @{{Author}}'s @{{BookTitle}}

"Lei Lei Yibing!" Some people die, but not completely...

After an endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly sat up from the bed.

He gasped for fresh air, his chest heaving up and down.

Confusion, incomprehension, and various emotions surged into his heart.

Where is this?

Subsequently, Shi Yu subconsciously observed his surroundings, only to become even more bewildered.

A single-occupancy dormitory?

Even if he had successfully received rescue, he should be in a hospital ward right now.

And his own body... how could there be not a single wound?

Filled with doubt, Shi Yu's gaze quickly swept across the room, finally resting on a mirror at the head of the bed.

The mirror reflected his current appearance: a handsome youth of about seventeen or eighteen years old.

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His former self had been a handsome young man in his twenties with an impressive bearing, who had already been working for some time.

Yet now, this appearance looked no older than a high school student's...

This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long while.

Please don't tell him the surgery was a success...

Both body and face had changed; this was no longer a matter of surgery or no surgery, but of immortal arts.

He had actually transformed completely into another person!

Could it be... that he had transmigrated?

Besides the mirror placed at the head of the bed in an obviously bad feng shui position, Shi Yu also discovered three books nearby.

Shi Yu picked one up to look, and the title instantly silenced him.

Shi Yu:???

The titles of the first two books were normal enough, but what was wrong with the last one?

"Ahem."

Shi Yu's gaze turned solemn as he reached out, but his arm quickly went stiff.

Just as he was about to open the third book to see what exactly it was, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his brain, and vast memories surged forth like a tidal wave.

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