Chapter 3: Nursing at Home

  "Miss, I'm afraid this gentleman is beyond saving." The servant who was listening to Shen Chongming's chest raised his head and said.

  Miss Wan sighed and said softly: "Let someone report to the official." Song Qingyang was shocked, quickly got up and said: "Miss Wan, absolutely not!"

  Miss Wan was taken aback and asked in confusion: "Young master, what do you mean by this?" As she spoke, she looked at Song Qingyang with a puzzled expression, furrowing her brow.

  "Cough cough, damn it, it hurts so much!" Just as Song Qingyang was hastily thinking of something to say, Tang Tu's sudden voice sounded from behind him.

  Everyone's eyes turned to Shen Chongming, who had made the sound, with surprise in their eyes. Is he... alive?!

  Little Zhao suddenly woke up in the underworld, feeling sore all over and complaining without even opening his eyes. He had no idea where he was or how he ended up in Shen Chongming's body, which had already become a vengeful spirit. Nobody noticed that Shen Chongming's soul was being pulled away by two dark shadows, but one of the white shadows glanced back and immediately stiffened - it was a fake resurrection! According to the underworld's records, such things did happen, but this guy had just died, so wasn't his resurrection a bit too quick? The white shadow shook its head and didn't dare look again, fearing that if it looked more, it would have nightmares when it returned. At the same time, the hand that was tightly grasping Shen Chongming's arm loosened its grip, thinking that this body was not a good thing to be in.

  Everyone's disbelieving eyes stared at Shen Chongming, who had originally died, but was now standing up with a painful expression on his face. "Is this thing not working?" Zhao Hui said, still thinking he was in the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi House of the underworld, and hadn't taken in the situation yet. Of course, then Zhao Hui's eyes widened in shock - where was this? And why were these people wearing such strange clothes?

  "Are you alright, young master?" Miss Wan asked with some concern. Such strange words, has this person been drinking too much river water and gotten his brain all muddled? Father gets like that when he's had too much to drink.

  Miss Wan's appearance may not be stunning, but she is absolutely a beauty who can charm the city, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people flocking to her.

  For Zhao Hui, who was used to seeing bikinis and miniskirts, the classical attire of Miss Wan made his eyes widen in surprise.

  Looking at him staring at her eyes without blinking, Miss Wan's face turned cold. No man had ever dared to scrutinize her so brazenly before. This person was really hateful to the extreme.

  "Ahem!" Zhao Hui, should say Shen Chong's name was not worth mentioning, swallowed his saliva. The movement of his Adam's apple was naturally seen by Wan Xiaojie, who blushed and scolded: "You rascal! Humph!" After speaking, she turned around and left, several maids also hummed in anger, following their young mistress to leave.

  "Hey, hey, may I ask your name, are you married, and what's your QQ number?" Just as the classical beauty was about to leave, Zhao Hui's habitual phrase slipped out of his mouth. He didn't dare propose, but making friends would be okay too.

  "Shameless!" The young mistress threw out this sentence without even turning her head back, covering her face and hurrying away.

  "Shen Chongming, you dare!" Song Qingyang roared in anger, his plan having failed. These words reminded Shen Chongming, who took a glance around and was shocked to find that there were no cameras or directors with headphones nearby, absolutely not the rumored film set. Had he crossed over?!

  Looking at him without even a glance, Song Qingyang was furious. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever dared to ignore him like this! "Shen Chongming, you are a scholar of the imperial academy and yet you dare to say such words, it's simply an insult to the literati." Only then did Zhao Hui realize that the person in front of him was talking to himself. His eyes narrowed, Shen Chongming, could this be his current name?

  It happened suddenly, and Zhao Hui couldn't accept it for a while, and he didn't understand what was going on. In his anxiety, his eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground, soft and weak. For now, the best solution was to pretend to be unconscious!

  Watching him faint and fall to the ground, Song Qingyang was shocked and thought that this guy had contracted some kind of illness from falling into the water earlier. Pretending to be angry, he let out a humph and took large strides away with his own men, since he hadn't drowned immediately, whatever problems arose later wouldn't be his concern, now keeping a safe distance from him to avoid getting into more trouble.

  The others exchanged a look, and then quickly lifted up Shen Chongming, who was dizzy from the collision, to rush him back to Shaoxing City. They were all classmates, and although Shen Chongming usually didn't say a word for three days at a time, they couldn't just leave him lying in the wilderness.

  "Xīn ér, kòu kòu shì shén me dōng xī ya?" Originally good mood was ruined by a self-proclaimed savior who appeared out of nowhere. Wan Xiaojie didn't have the heart to continue playing and went home in a huff. But that guy's words were really overbearing, it was an unprecedented experience that left Wan Xiaojie unable to forget, especially those mysterious two words "kòu kòu", which made people wonder what on earth they referred to.

  Xinger sat there, concentrating on embroidering a piece of red cloth, furrowed her brow and thought for a moment, then guessed: "Miss, is it the meaning of 'Fang Ling'? That Dengluzi asked you your name, asked if you were married, but didn't ask about your age. In my opinion, it should be 'Fang Ling'."

  "Hmm. Hehe, Xiang'er, you're really clever." Miss Wan said in agreement. "Miss, don't praise me, how can a humble servant like me compare to a top scholar like you?"

  Xiang'er said this, and Wan Xiaojie couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She had read extensively and was well-versed in poetry and literature, it's just a pity that she gave birth to a daughter, otherwise, as her father said, she would have gone to the capital to take the imperial examination and won first place, bringing glory to their family.

  She shook her head, and Miss Wan threw off the silk melancholy, smiling and asking: "Xiang'er, what is the surname and name of that scoundrel, how dare he be so bold?" "Miss, what's the point of knowing these things? If I had known he was a scoundrel at the time, I shouldn't have let him be rescued. Hmph." Xiang'er said angrily, daring to speak disrespectfully to her own miss, she should have been made to stay in the water for a while and suffer a bit.

  Her face puffed up with a small mouth, Xiang'er buried her head and continued to embroider, not noticing that the young lady from their own household was sitting there occasionally revealing a hint of a smile.

  Shen Chongming was taken home directly, and his unconscious state made his mother Wang Shi anxious. She sent someone to invite a famous doctor from Shaoxing City on one hand, and on the other hand, she sent someone to the government office to call Shen Lao back.

  The old couple had a son in their later years, and they were very particular about this child. Although the doctor they invited said that his pulse was stable and there was no major problem with his body, they were still extremely anxious, accompanying him by his bedside from noon onwards. From the conversation between the two of them, Zhao Hui finally confirmed that he had failed to reincarnate successfully, and had instead crossed over in a dog-blooded manner. He was born in the 26th year of Jiajing, and was currently 18 years old, with an older sister who was already married.

  His father, Shen Qing, was the master of De Long Rice Shop in Shaoxing City. Judging from the scene with narrowed eyes, there were maids and servants at home, and he himself was a rich second generation. However, his milk name was really not elegant, and it was actually called Gui Gui! Knowing this, Zhao Hui couldn't help but feel some emotion. It seemed that fate had decided so, but fortunately, there was still a younger brother at home, and the 200,000 compensation could be used to prepare a two-bedroom suite for him in advance. His parents would also be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

  The situation was almost understood, Shen Chongming pretended to be weak and coughed twice, slowly opening his eyes. "Guier, how are you?" Wang Shi rushed to the bed anxiously as soon as she heard the cough, asking nervously, while Old Man Shen stood by the bedside with an excited face, looking at Shen Chongming.

  Shen Chongming opened his mouth, indeed didn't know what to say, after all these two people were strangers to him, calling them Dad and Mom from the start was really a bit awkward. He hesitated for a moment, only uttering two words: "Nothing's wrong." After speaking, he closed his eyes again, afraid that he would reveal some flaw and be discovered by the two old folks that this wasn't their son!

  Shen Chongming was normally taciturn, so not speaking at this moment seemed normal to the two elderly people. Wang said something in a low voice, and the couple turned around and walked out.

  "Master, your son has fallen into the water. In my humble opinion, it would be best to let him rest at home for a few days to avoid catching any illness."

  "Alright, but I'm afraid our studies will have to take a back seat. Looks like we'll have to ask a tutor to come to us later."

  Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and Shen Chongming has basically gotten used to his current life. To put it simply, he's become very corrupt, with a "come and go as you please" attitude, where everything is readily available. Originally, Shen Chongming was quite diligent, but after just a few days, he's degenerated into a life of luxury, the good life of a rich second-generation heir.

  His body had recovered, but Shen Qing repeatedly asked Shen Chongming to return to the school to study, but he refused every time. It wasn't that he didn't love learning, it's just that he didn't understand anything. The books in the study were looked at a few days ago, although they were traditional characters, but for Shen Chongming who had participated in the calligraphy club in college, the difficulty was not too great. After comparing and reading through them roughly, he could basically recite them, only the sentences were obscure and difficult to understand. With curiosity, Shen Chongming took a few glances and felt his head spinning, from then on, he never stepped into the study again.

  Now Shen Qing wants him to return to school for classes, that's absolutely impossible. The school system is crystal clear to Shen Chongming, no matter which dynasty or generation, it's all compulsory learning. He's afraid that he hasn't even enjoyed his rich second-generation life yet and will be tortured to death.

  Moreover, Shen Chongming had his own plans in mind. Relying on the knowledge he gained from others, he believed that he could make a name for himself in the business world. To mention just one thing, simply opening a chain store franchise would bring him a fortune every day. In the future, when he became the president of the Chamber of Commerce, wouldn't he be living a carefree and happy life? However, Shen Chongming didn't directly say that he wanted to drop out of school to do business; instead, he made excuses about having a headache and wanting to take some time off.

  For the sake of his beloved son, Shen Qing didn't want to force him too much. In recent days, his son's words had gradually increased, and he was also delighted from the bottom of his heart, smiling and agreeing. Anyway, he already had a plan, going or not going to the Imperial Academy didn't have much significance, so just let it be.