Chapter 298: A Coincidence Beyond Words

Li Li Xuewu took out the cigarettes from his pocket and gestured toward Yan Brother Jiecheng.

Yan Brother Jiecheng waved his hand and said, "I'm not used to yours; I'll stick to my own economical ones."

Li Li Xuewu didn't insist, put the cigarettes back, lit one for himself, and tossed the pack onto the side of the seat.

This was Li Li Xuewu...

When he told the doctor about this suspicion, the doctor said he didn't understand but was deeply shocked, and suggested he go to the psychiatry department downstairs for a check-up.

In short, the hospital couldn't find the cause. Later, his mother brought him some special medicine from abroad, and the condition was finally brought under control; as long as he took the medicine regularly, it wouldn't flare up.

"It must be because I didn't rest well last night; I'm too tired. It's all Jiang Jiang Yuer's fault for insisting on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."

Although he said this, his heart felt quietly heavy, because Zhang Zhang Yuanqing knew that the effectiveness of the medicine was starting to wane, and his symptoms were becoming increasingly severe.

"I'll have to increase the dosage later..." Zhang Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers and walked to the window, pulling the curtains open with a 'swish'.

Sunlight poured in eagerly, filling the room.

April in Songhai City was bright and beautiful, and the morning breeze was cool and comfortable.

"Knock, knock!"

At this moment, a knock came at the door, and his grandmother called from outside:

"Yuanzi, get up."

"No!" Zhang Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly; he wanted to sleep in.

The spring was bright and it was the weekend; wouldn't it be a waste of life not to sleep in?

"Three minutes. If you don't get up, I'll splash you awake."

His grandmother was even more ruthless.

"Alright, alright..." Zhang Zhang Yuanqing immediately gave in.

He knew his short-tempered grandmother was capable of doing exactly that.

When Zhang Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother didn't remarry, brought her son back to Songhai to settle down, and left him to be cared for by his grandparents.

She threw herself into her career and became a successful businesswoman praised by all their relatives.

Later, his mother bought a place of her own, but Zhang Zhang Yuanqing didn't like that empty, spacious apartment and continued to live with his grandparents.

Anyway, his mother left early and returned late every day, went on business trips every few days, and was completely focused on her career. Even if she didn't work overtime on weekends, she would just order takeout when it was time to eat.

The thing she said most to her son was, "Is the money enough? If not, tell Mom." A successful businesswoman mother who could satisfy all his financial needs sounded pretty good.

But Zhang Zhang Yuanqing always smiled and told his mother: The pocket money from Grandma and Aunt was enough.

Well, and his Little Aunt.

The woman who insisted on coming to his room to play games last night was his Little Aunt.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing yawned, twisted the doorknob of his bedroom, and walked into the living room.

His grandmother's apartment was 150 square meters, including the shared area. When they sold their old house to buy this new one, Zhang Zhang Yuanqing remembered it was over 40,000 per square meter.

Six or seven years had passed, and the housing price in this neighborhood had risen to 110,000 per square meter, nearly tripling.

Fortunately, his grandfather had the foresight back then; if they had stayed in the old house, Zhang Zhang Yuanqing would only be able to sleep in the living room, since he was grown up now and couldn't sleep with his Little Aunt anymore.

At the long dining table by the living room, the culprit of his headache was drinking porridge with a 'gurgling' sound, her pink slippers tapping under the table.

She had exquisite, beautiful features, a round, sweet-looking face, and a tear mole at the corner of her right eye.

Because she had just woken up, her fluffy, messy wavy hair was draped over her shoulders, making her look even more lazy and charming.

His Little Aunt was named Jiang Jiang Yuer, four years older than him.

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

"Yo, up so early? That's not your style."

"Your mom's doing."

"Why are you cursing?"

"I'm just stating the truth."

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing examined his Little Aunt's beautiful face; she was energetic and stunning.

They say the night won't treat those who stay up late kindly—it will give you dark circles—but this law didn't seem to apply to the woman in front of him.

His grandmother in the kitchen heard the noise and poked her head out to look. A moment later, she came out with a bowl of porridge.

His grandmother had silver strands mixed in her dark hair, and her eyes were sharp; she looked like the kind of old lady with a bad temper.

Although loose skin and shallow wrinkles had taken away her youthful beauty, one could still vaguely see that she had been quite pretty when she was young.

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

"Where's Grandpa?"

"Out for a walk," his grandmother said.

His grandfather was a retired criminal police officer; even in his old age, his life remained very regular. He went to bed at ten every night and woke up at six every morning.

His beautiful Little Aunt drank her porridge and giggled:

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

Are you really that kind? Zhang Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree when his grandmother shot him a murderous look:

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

"Mom, why are you like this?" his Little Aunt said with a pout. "I just wanted to buy Yuanzi some spring clothes. Are you not happy about that? Even though he's a nephew, he's still family~"

His grandmother was immovable. "Do you want your dog legs broken too?"

His Little Aunt curled her lips and lowered her head to drink porridge.

Hearing the mother-daughter standoff, Zhang Zhang Yuanqing knew his grandmother must have arranged another blind date for his Little Aunt, and his eccentric Little Aunt wanted to drag him along to stir up trouble.

That's how it always went: she would take her nephew to a blind date, and after a few minutes, her socially confident nephew would handle the date. The two men would chat happily, from national affairs to world patterns, and she wouldn't have to do anything at all.

She just had to drink her beverage and play on her phone. The blind date partner would even feel that he had shown enough social experience and insight in front of a beauty, and would feel happy and self-satisfied.

Jiang Jiang Yuer had been exquisite and cute since she was a child, a target of praise from neighbors. She was pretty, sweet, and obedient, very popular with elders.

With such a beautiful daughter, his grandmother naturally had to guard her strictly, warning her not to fall in love early or go out with male classmates when she was in middle school.

Her youngest daughter didn't disappoint her, not having a boyfriend even after graduating from college. But after entering society, especially after her 25th birthday earlier this year, his grandmother couldn't sit still anymore.

She thought, I just didn't let you fall in love early, I didn't tell you to become a leftover woman. How many years of youth does a woman have?

So she gathered her old friends, searched for information on young talents from all over, and arranged blind dates for her daughter.

"Grandma, it's obvious she doesn't want to date yet. A forced melon isn't sweet." Zhang Zhang Yuanqing gnawed on a bun while recommending himself:

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

His grandmother raged: "You're still young, what's the rush? There are female classmates in college, can't you find one yourself? If you cause trouble again, watch out, I'll beat you."

His grandmother was a southern woman, but her temper was not gentle at all; it was very fiery.

Even Zhang Zhang Yuanqing's mother, the successful businesswoman, didn't dare to talk back to his grandmother.

I'm grown up, okay? I've been a 'handyman' for several years... Zhang Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself.

After breakfast, under his grandmother's strong demand, his Little Aunt went back to her room to change clothes and put on makeup for her blind date.

His Little Aunt wore light makeup, which made her look even more bright and moving.

A fluffy round-neck knit sweater paired with a long coat, light-colored slim-fit jeans wrapping her long legs, shapely and round. The narrow pant legs were tucked into black Martin boots.

A simple, forest-style outfit, not flashy or gaudy, but very exquisite.

His Little Aunt gave him a "you know what I mean" look, grabbed her bag, and walked out with a wiggle of her waist:

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

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

A few minutes later, he pulled open his bedroom door.

His grandmother was cleaning the living room. Seeing him come out, she stopped working and watched him silently.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing mimicked his Little Aunt's tone:

"Mom, I'm going out for my blind date too."

"Get back here." His grandmother raised her broom, threatening: "If you dare to step out of this door, I'll break your dog legs."

"Alright!" Zhang Zhang Yuanqing obediently returned to his bedroom.

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

"The mission failed before it began, leaving heroes to shed tears."

"Speak human language!"

His Little Aunt must have been driving; her reply was concise.

"I was blocked at home by Grandma. You should go on your blind date yourself."

His Little Aunt sent a voice message.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing tapped it, and Jiang Jiang Yuer's angry voice rang out from the speaker:

"What use are you!!"

His Little Aunt retracted the voice message and sent another one, this time changing her tone, acting coquettish and cute:

"Good nephew, come quickly, Little Aunt loves you the most, mua~"

Heh, women!

You want me to touch Grandma's reverse scale just by acting cute? At least send a red envelope.

At this moment, a harsh ringing sound came. Zhang Zhang Yuanqing went to the living room and, under his grandmother's gaze, pressed the intercom button and said:

"Who is it!"

"Delivery."

A voice came from the speaker.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing pressed the unlock button. Two or three minutes later, a delivery guy in uniform took the elevator upstairs, holding a package in his arms:

"Is this Zhang Zhang Yuanqing?"

"It is."

I didn't order anything online... He signed for it, confused. He glanced at the package information; there was no sender, but the address was Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, next door.

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

Inside was a black card wrapped in protective bubble wrap and a yellow envelope.

Zhang Zhang Yuanqing picked up the black card, which was the size of an ID card. The material seemed to be metal, but it felt extremely warm to the touch. The card was exquisitely made, with shallow silver cloud patterns on the edges and a black full moon in the center.

The black full moon was printed very delicately, and the irregular spots on its surface were clearly visible.

What is this? With a puzzled heart, he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

"Yuanzi, I obtained something very interesting. I once thought it could change my life, but my ability is limited and I cannot control it. I think, if it were you, it shouldn't be a problem.

"We were brothers; this is a gift for you.

"Lei Lei Yibing!" Some people are dead, but they are not completely dead...

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

He breathed in the fresh air deeply, his chest heaving.

Confusion, incomprehension—various emotions surged into his heart.

Where is this?

Then, Shi Yu subconsciously observed his surroundings, and then became even more confused.

A single dormitory?

Even if he had been successfully rescued, he should be in a hospital ward right now.

And his own body... how could there be no injuries at all?

With doubts, Shi Yu's gaze swept across the room quickly, and finally rested on a mirror at the head of the bed.

The mirror reflected his current appearance: about seventeen or eighteen years old, very handsome.

But the problem is, this isn't him!

The previous him was a handsome young man in his twenties with an extraordinary bearing, who had been working for some time.

But now, this appearance looks like a high school student...

This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long time.

Don't tell him the surgery was successful...

His body and appearance had both changed; this wasn't a question of surgery anymore, but magic.

He had completely turned into another person!

Could it be... that he had transmigrated?

Besides the mirror at the head of the bed, which was clearly in a bad feng shui position, Shi Yu also found three books nearby.

Shi Yu picked them up and looked; the titles made him silent instantly.

Shi Yu:???

The first two book titles were normal, but what's going on with the third one?

"Cough."

Shi Yu's gaze became stern, and he reached out, but his arm stiffened quickly.

Just as he wanted to open the third book to see what on earth it was, his brain felt a sharp pain, and a massive amount of memory surged in like a tide.

Bingyuan City.

Pet Beast Breeding Base.

Intern Pet Beast Breeder.