Chapter 1 The Beginning

Songhai City.

Seven thirty in the morning. In a dimly lit room, on a soft, large bed, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly woke up, clutching his head, his body curled like a shrimp.

His head felt like it was about to split open, as if steel needles were embedded in his brain, causing his scalp to twitch with pain. It was so bad that he experienced auditory and visual hallucinations. Chaotic images flashed through his mind, and his ears were filled with meaningless noise.

Zhang Yuanqing knew his old ailment had relapsed.

He trembled as he climbed out of bed, pulled open the bedside table drawer, and frantically fumbled for the medicine bottle. He eagerly twisted it open, poured out five or six small blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then, he collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath, enduring the excruciating pain.

A dozen seconds later, the soul-tearing headache subsided, then calmed down.

"Hah..." Zhang Yuanqing exhaled in relief, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

When he was in high school, he contracted a strange illness. The symptoms were that his brain uncontrollably recalled all past memories, including forgotten junk information. It uncontrollably collected external information and analyzed it. His brain's control over his body reached an incredible level.

Fortunately, this state couldn't last too long and would be interrupted because his body couldn't handle the burden.

It was because of this ability that he breezed through the entrance exam to Songhai University – a prestigious institution ranked among the best in the country.

Zhang Yuanqing called this state "brain overload." He believed he might be evolving into a superman, but because his body couldn't support this evolution, it was frequently interrupted.

When he told the doctor about his speculation, the doctor said he didn't understand but was greatly shocked and suggested he go to the psychiatry department downstairs.

In short, the hospital couldn't find the cause. Later, his mother brought back a special medicine from abroad, and his condition was 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 was too tired. It's all Jiang Yuer's fault, insisting on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."

Although he said that, his heart was quietly heavy because Zhang Yuanqing knew that the medicine's effects were starting to weaken, and his symptoms were becoming more severe.

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

Sunlight eagerly poured in, filling the room.

It was a bright spring morning in Songhai City in April, and the morning breeze that greeted him was cool and comfortable.

"Knock knock!"

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

"Yuanzi, time to get up."

"Nope!" Zhang Yuanqing refused ruthlessly; he wanted to sleep in.

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

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

His grandmother was even more ruthless.

"Okay, okay..." Zhang Yuanqing immediately caved.

He knew his irritable grandmother could really do it.

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

She threw herself into her career and became a successful woman praised by relatives.

Later, his mother bought her own house, but Zhang Yuanqing didn't like the empty, large apartment and still lived with his grandparents.

Anyway, his mother left early and returned late every day, often going on business trips, focusing all her attention on her career. What she said most to her son was, "Do you have enough money? Tell Mom if you don't." A successful businesswoman mother who could financially satisfy you infinitely sounded great.

But Zhang Yuanqing always smiled and said to his mother, "The pocket money from Grandma and Aunt is enough."

Yes, and Auntie.

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

Zhang Yuanqing yawned, twisted the doorknob of his bedroom, and came to the living room.

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

Six or seven years had passed, and now the price of apartments in this neighborhood had risen to 110,000 yuan per square meter, nearly doubling.

Fortunately, his grandfather had foresight back then. If they had kept the old house, Zhang Yuanqing would only be able to sleep in the living room. After all, he was grown up now and couldn't sleep with his aunt anymore.

At the long dining table beside the living room, the culprit who caused his headache was 'glug glug glugging' down porridge, her pink slippers dangling under the table.

Her features were delicate and beautiful, and her round, oval face looked quite sweet, with a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye.

Because she had just woken up, her fluffy, messy, large waves were draped around her shoulders, adding a touch of lazy charm.

His aunt was named Jiang Yuer, and she was four years older than him.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing come out, his aunt licked a bit of porridge from her lips and said in surprise:

"Oh, you're up so early. That's not like you."

"Your mother's good work."

"Why are you cursing?"

"I'm just stating the truth."

Zhang Yuanqing scrutinized his aunt's flower-like, jade-like, pretty face. She was energetic, radiant, and moving.

They say the night doesn't mistreat people who stay up late; it will give you dark circles, but this law didn't seem to apply to the woman in front of him.

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

His grandmother had silver threads mixed in her black hair, and her eyes were very sharp. At first glance, you could tell she was the kind of old woman with a bad temper.

Although her loose skin and shallow wrinkles had taken away her beauty, you could vaguely see that she had good looks when she was young.

Zhang Yuanqing took the porridge from his grandmother, gulped down a mouthful, and said:

"Where's Grandpa?"

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

His grandfather was a retired veteran detective. Even though he was old, his life was still very regular. He always went to bed at ten o'clock every night and woke up at six in the morning.

His beautiful auntie sipped her porridge, smiling and saying:

"After breakfast, Auntie will take you shopping for clothes."

You're being so nice? Just as Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree, his grandmother next to him shot him a murderous glare:

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

"Mom, why are you like this?" His aunt said in a bitchy tone, "I just wanted to buy Yuanzi some spring clothes. Are you unhappy? Even though he's a nephew, he's still family~"

His grandmother used one force to break through all methods, "Do you want your dog legs broken too?"

His aunt pouted and lowered her head to drink her porridge.

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing heard the game between mother and daughter, he knew that his grandmother had definitely arranged another blind date for his aunt. His quirky aunt wanted to drag him to muddy the waters.

That's how it always went. She brought her nephew to the blind date. After sitting for a few minutes, her nephew, who had social superpowers, would win over the blind date. The two men would chat happily, from people's livelihoods to the world situation, without her having anything to do.

She just had to drink her drink and play on her phone. The blind date would also feel that he had shown enough social experience and knowledge in front of a beauty, thereby feeling happy and good about himself.

Jiang Yuer had been exquisite and cute since she was a child and was the object of praise from the neighbors. She was beautiful, sweet, obedient, and very likeable to elders.

Of course, his grandmother had to strictly guard against her beautiful daughter. When she was in junior high school, she repeatedly warned her not to have early love and not to go out with male classmates.

Her youngest daughter did not disappoint her. She didn't have a boyfriend until she graduated from college, but after entering society, especially after her 25th birthday at the beginning of the year, her grandmother couldn't sit still anymore.

She thought, "I just didn't want you to have early love, not to be a leftover woman. How many years of youth does a woman have?"

So she gathered her old girlfriends and searched far and wide for information on young talents, arranging blind dates for her daughter.

"Grandma, it's obvious that she doesn't want to date yet. Forced melons are not sweet." Zhang Yuanqing ate a bun while recommending himself, "Why don't you arrange a blind date for me? My melon is very sweet."

His grandmother said angrily: "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, I'll beat you."

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

Even Zhang Yuanqing's successful businesswoman mother didn't dare to argue with his grandmother.

I'm grown up, okay? I've been a craftsman for several years... Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.

After breakfast, under his grandmother's strong demands, his aunt returned to her room to change clothes and put on makeup, going out on a blind date.

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

A loose, round-necked knit sweater with a long coat, light-colored, narrow-leg jeans wrapped around her long legs, which were well-proportioned and round. The narrow leg openings were tucked into black Martin boots.

A Mori-style, simple style of dress, not coquettish or flashy, but very refined.

His aunt gave him a knowing wink, picked up her bag, and twisted her waist as she went out:

"Mom, I'm going on a blind date."

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

After a few minutes, he opened the bedroom door.

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

Zhang Yuanqing imitated his aunt's tone:

"Mom, I'm going on a blind date too."

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

"Okay!" Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom obediently.

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

"Before the mission could be accomplished, the hero died. It makes the hero's tears soak his clothes."

"Speak human language!"

His aunt must have been driving. The reply was concise.

"Grandma stopped me at home. You should go on the blind date yourself."

His aunt sent a voice message.

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

"What are you good for?!"

His aunt retracted a voice message and then sent another one. This time, she changed her tone, acting cute and coquettish:

"Good nephew, come quickly. Auntie loves you the most, mua~"

Heh, woman!

You want me to touch Grandma's sore spot with a bit of coquetry? At least send a red envelope.

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

"Who is it!"

"Delivery."

A voice came from the speaker.

Zhang Yuanqing pressed the door release button. After two or three minutes, a delivery guy in uniform came upstairs in the elevator, holding a package in his arms:

"Are you Zhang Yuanqing?"

"That's me."

I didn't buy anything online... He signed for it with a puzzled expression and glanced at the package information. The package didn't have a sender's name, but the address was Hangzhou, Jiangnan Province, next door.

He returned to his room, took out a paper cutter from his desk drawer, and opened the package.

Inside was a black card wrapped in shockproof bubble wrap and a yellowed letter.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up the black card, which was the size of an ID card. The material seemed to be metal, but it was extremely warm to the touch. The card was very beautifully 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 patches on the surface were clearly visible.

What is this? With a doubtful mood, he tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

"Yuanzi, I got something very interesting. I once thought it could change my life, but my abilities are limited, and I can't control it. I think, if it's you, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Brothers forever, this is my gift to you.

"Lei Yibing!"

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