It Was Too Much

"Look at how good I look. You know that I'm fine!" Zhao Jia said with a fake smile.

The doctor said hesitantly, "But..."

She was in a terrible mood and did not want to do a check-up. "I know my body very well..." Seeing that she kept refusing, the two doctors looked at each other, then walked out.

Rich people had very different perspectives. As long as they were still alive, they did not care for checkups. As long as they were happy.

When their health was failing, they would naturally look for them and beg them for help.

Zhao Jia was the only one left in the ward. She walked into the bathroom expressionlessly.

The white bricks on the walls and the bright incandescent light shone on her. She stood in front of the sink and looked at herself in the wide mirror.

Compared to the picture she'd seen on her phone earlier, the lines of her face now were more obvious than when she was 17 years old. Her breasts were also fuller. She wore a hospital gown.

She pinched her arm. "Ah... It hurts."

So this was not a dream. It was real. She really woke up five years later, and she had a husband. She yearned for her university life which she thought was better than her life right now.

She walked out in despair. She sighed and said, "My youth..."

She picked up her phone and entered her password. When she saw Peng Zezai's face, she was furious! She immediately took a selfie with her phone and changed the wallpaper and lock screen. She was much more pleasing to the eye now.

There were still many unfamiliar apps on her phone. She opened her commonly used Weibo first. Who was this celebrity? Who was this internet celebrity? These two people who were unrelated to each other had hidden marriages and had children?

This couple actually divorced? This female celebrity actually had plastic surgery? And what do these messy abbreviations mean?

She could not understand it. In just a few minutes, she exited Weibo with a dumbfounded look and opened WeChat. The top contact in her chat list was named My Dear Husband, followed by a heart shape.

Peng Zezai's profile picture was simply his initials.

She opened the dialog box and the chat log was from a week ago. The message was from her: I made porridge for you. Remember to eat it when you come back. She looked at her hands. She had never cooked since she was young. Why would she cook porridge for him?

"This isn't me! This isn't me!" Zhao Jia said awkwardly.

More importantly, Peng Zezai had not replied at all.

She quickly looked at their chat history. She seemed to be carrying the conversation. Peng Zezai would occasionally reply with one or two words, sounding extremely cold.

Heh. She decisively changed Peng Zezai's contact name to something derogatory and archived his chat.

He did not deserve her!

"Peng Zezai, you've gone too far..."

She found Fang Tang's WeChat chat box and sent her a message. Then, she lay on the bed and continued to digest the fact that she had transmigrated to five years later.

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Even though it was summer, night was closing in on Shangjiang City. It was already dark outside before seven o'clock.

The street lights on the wide road were dim and cars were coming and going. The different LED lights on the buildings on both sides of the road were shining bright.

The standard buildings in Shangjiang City were shining with dazzling lights. When the beams of light were reflected in the river, it was a beautiful sight.

Soothing music came from a room in the high-class entertainment center in the bustling area of Busenlis.

On the leather sofa, Lu Ming sprawled out with his long legs. His dark blue shirt was loose as he shook the wine glass in his hand. "Haven't you found the woman who slept with you and left a month ago?"

Opposite him, Peng Zezai was standing in front of the billiard table, holding a pitch black billiard stick in his hand. He looked at the billiard ball on the table. "No."

"Tsk, there are still women who sleep around, though you don't want to admit it. Could it be... Peng Zezai, you didn't sleep with a man disguised as a woman, did you?" That was big news.

"Men bleed too?"

"F*ck, why can't men bleed? Won't they bleed if they get injured..." Lu Ming sipped his wine and leaned against the sofa. The playfulness in his eyes grew more intense.

If that person was really a man...

Peng Zezai's dignity would be out the window.

Under the bright lights, Peng Zezai stood up straight with his pool cue in hand. He glanced at him. "You think I can't tell genders apart?"

"Well, you don't even like that beauty, Zhao Jia, who is head over heels for you. I'm curious as to what kind of woman you would like." After he finished speaking, he picked up his ringing phone.

Meanwhile, Peng Zezai made a good shot and the blue ball rolled into the hole.

Lu Ming raised his brows. "I just received news from Liyuan that your wife has left with her assistant. The murderer is returning to the scene of the crime..."

Peng Zezai said calmly, "Don't worry about her. She's pretending to have amnesia."

"Amnesia is good. Back then, when she was seventeen, she was so shameless when she chased after you. Now, just thinking about it must make her feel so ashamed! "Lu Ming stood up and walked to the opposite side of him. "After three years of marriage, she has done so much to please you. Why is it that your heart is like a glacier that can't melt?"

Peng Zezai hit another ball into the hole without even lifting his head. "You like her? You can have her."

"Huh?" Lu Ming placed his wine glass on the table and picked up a cue. "What happened at my house was my fault. I'll apologize to you and prepare a gift for you."

He had asked Zhao Jia to hang out with him and give him a chance. He was such a good brother. In fact, he just wanted to have some fun.

In the past, he always followed Peng Zezai around and never did anything to let down the Peng family. Yesterday afternoon's incident was the first time he had slipped in five years.

He did not expect that Zhao Jia, who looked innocent and obedient, actually had... a bad heart.

Peng Zezai was not interested and was even more lazy to talk to her.

However, she ran to Liyuan in the middle of the night and wanted to do something.