Chapter 2

  This should have been an ordinary Monday.

  The company's board of directors held a quarterly meeting, summarizing the previous quarter's performance and assigning tasks for the next quarter. Who would have thought that the major shareholders suddenly launched a collective attack, accusing Ke Yuan of abusing his power, falsifying accounts, and embezzling public funds, and dismissing him on the spot.

  Ke Yuan was dissatisfied with the argument, but the other party was fine. Several people were twisted into a rope, each of them frowned and coldly faced him, making things awkward, even pointing at his nose and shouting "Get out".

  The most unbearable thing was that Shu Mu didn't say a word from start to finish, Ke Yuan felt wronged and suffered in silence, throwing him several glances to ask for help, but the other party pretended not to notice. He stood alone in front of everyone, each person treating him like a plague, wishing he would leave as soon as possible, the only one who should have been on his side...

  Forget it, never mind.

  Today is sunny, and people are dizzy from the heat. Ke Yuan drove his car around the Second Ring Road for three laps and stopped it by the roadside.

  Where should he go?

  He used to complain about having no weekends and holidays, even in his dreams he was scheduling appointments. Now that he has a lot of free time, he suddenly doesn't know what to do.

  Go to that coffee shop I've been wanting to go to for a long time and have a cup of coffee? Go to the suburbs to see that farm I wanted to buy before? Go visit old friends I haven't seen in a long time? Or simply turn right into the gas station, fill up the tank, and go on a self-guided tour of Tibet?

  Come on, stop it. Ke Yuan flipped through his bank card with a bitter smile - he had no money, all his savings were given to Shu Mu, although there was still a credit card with an extremely high overdraft limit, but he believed that Shu Mu must have already frozen it too.

  Ideals are plump, reality is bony, Ke Yuan has no capital for rest, so he can only work hard to make money.

  He called the mortgage company to come and appraise the car. The current ride was bought at the beginning of the year, used for less than half a year, and cost hundreds of thousands of yuan when purchased, but now it's unknown how much it's worth. Now he is penniless and white, his only skill is being an artist broker. Fortunately, his connections are still there, even if he was swept out by others, he won't be defeated. As long as there is funding, making a comeback is just a matter of time...

  "Drip!"

  The phone rang suddenly, and Ke Yuan picked it up to take a look, almost throwing it out in surprise.

  "Reminder from 10086: Your monthly phone bill balance is less than ten yuan..."

  Damn it!

  Ke Yuan took a few deep breaths, fumbled out a cigarette from the pack and lit it.

  It's ended up like this, and it can't be blamed on others, but rather oneself.

  He had liked this person for too long, so when Shu Mu finally agreed to be with him, his excitement was overwhelming and he lost all judgment. Later, Shu Mu's sweet words convinced him to invest money in opening a company, although he had doubts, but that person's eyes were so pitiful and his tone so sorrowful, it made him want to give him the moon, what's a little money compared to that?

  How ridiculous.

  Although he is already a thirty-year-old man, he still talks about love like a teenage girl. In the end, he loses both his reputation and money. Who can he blame?

  Ke Yuan took two quick drags, the cigarette burning out almost to his fingertips. He pursed his lips and casually flicked the butt out the window, his eyes lifting to see that the pawn company's car had arrived.

  "Learn a lesson, Ke Yuan," he told himself, "this is the last time you'll be hurt by love."

  Then he pushed open the car door and stretched out his foot.

  Then——

  The whole world has turned dark.

  At 11:08 on the 12th, Shu Mu's agent Ke Yuan was involved in a car accident and bled to death on the street. According to eyewitnesses, at the time of the incident, Ke Yuan tried to get out of the car but was hit by a bread truck coming from behind, causing him to die instantly, with severe damage to the vehicle...

  "...died on the spot?" The world in front of him was a blur, and Ke Yuan slowly opened his eyes with great difficulty. In sight were carved flower ceiling decorations, crystal chandeliers, and in the corner of the wall, there was also a small night lamp shaped like a lotus flower.

  Where is this?

  Every bone felt like it had been scattered by a wooden stick, and it was both sour and painful. He rubbed his hair and sat up, the entertainment news on TV wasn't enough after one broadcast, so they played it again for the second time, and the second time wasn't enough, they still had to play the text scrolling news once more. Ke Yuan stared blankly at it three times, feeling like his heart had forgotten to beat.

  Are you dead?

  How ridiculous! I'm still alive and well, how could...

  He turned his head and the window's reflection clearly showed what he looked like now.

  Her features were soft and delicate, with a clear outline. Her eyes were like a deep and serene lake, shining brightly under the light of the lamp. Her lips were rosy red and her complexion was radiant and fair, exuding an irresistible charm that seemed to come naturally.

  This isn't him. He has been struggling in the entertainment industry for ten years, and from inside to outside, he has cultivated a cool and collected appearance. Even when seeing black and white, he would shiver three times.

  As he thought about the sudden severe pain and the subsequent darkness, he gradually realized what had happened.

  Was it a car accident?

  It seems I'm really miserable, even God can't bear it, and personally gave me a finishing blow.

  Ke Yuan turned over and got out of bed, the thick plush carpet on the floor didn't feel cold at all when he stepped on it barefoot, but the air conditioner was blowing too hard and he only wore a pair of triangular briefs, feeling very chilly. He looked around and saw that his clothes were scattered all over the place not far from the bed. He walked over, rummaged through them casually, and was surprised to find that there were two sets of clothes. After comparing them, he realized that the men's clothing with the Versace logo wasn't his, as it was a bit too big for him.

  Is there anyone else in the room?

  He hastily put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

  Really big.

  The bedroom was already more spacious than an ordinary person's home, and the living room was even more astonishingly large. The tea table, red wood sofa, and leather armchair were all of high quality, looking like they came from Turkey or the Middle East. However, the decor in this room was too stiff and cold, not like a home at all, but rather like the luxurious presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

  Ke Yuan turned around in the house and suddenly heard the sound of gurgling water beside his ear.

  Following the sound and looking over, a small room by the door was lit up, with a tall figure vaguely visible through the frosted glass.

  Good fortune arrives in an instant.

  Ke Yuan slowly and painfully swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then frantically checked the labels on his clothes, pants pockets, and after mentally rehearsing several rounds, he basically confirmed his current situation.

  Wearing shabby clothes and an empty pocket, this room is definitely not mine. Looking at this deadly appearance again, haha, it turns out I've been reborn into a male duck's body.

  He held his tongue, carefully sucked in his stomach and lifted his hips, through the pants, his right hand slowly felt backwards inch by inch, after a while, he let out a sigh of relief.

  It's okay, it's okay, nothing happened afterwards, the chrysanthemum is intact.

  Ke Yuan cautiously glanced at the frosted glass door of the bathroom, hearing the sound of running water inside, and it seemed that he still needed to wash for a while. In any case, he didn't want to be caught off guard when he had just come back to life and hadn't figured out who he was yet, so he tiptoed away, thinking it was better to leave quietly.

  One step, two steps, three steps... Suddenly, my right eyelid started twitching.

  "Where are you going?"

  The bathroom door next to him was suddenly pulled open, and the steam that made his eyes blurry rushed towards his face. Ke Yuan raised his head, his breathing stopped and his muscles stiffened.

  The person in front of him hadn't dried the water off his body, and large drops of warm water rolled onto the carpet in front of the bathroom door. Ke Yuan was stunned, his gaze slowly moving up from his bare legs, sliding over his flat abdomen, solid chest muscles, broad shoulders, until finally reaching that face he knew all too well.

  Innumerable deep nights, he was woken up by nightmares, and as soon as he turned his head, he could see this face.

  Li Yiheng, how is it you!