Chapter 109 – Extra 3

“Wine…” Jiang Heng, dazed, rolled over to embrace Shen Fubai but found himself hugging air.

There was no one beside him.

Jiang Heng snapped awake instantly.

Where’s Fubai?

Jiang Heng sat up, and the familiar yet alien surroundings left him baffled.

…This seemed to be his room from high school days—not the marital home he shared with Fubai.

What’s going on?

Yesterday had been the seventh anniversary of his marriage to Fubai. They’d uncorked a bottle of red wine and enjoyed a feast to celebrate, and they also revisited the video of when he proposed to Fubai on his birthday years ago.

Shen Fubai chuckled at the video, “Look how fresh and dewy you were back then. Now, look at you—a thirty-one-year-old man, old enough to be an uncle.”

Jiang Heng clicked his tongue. “In a few months, you’ll be turning thirty too. Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m still a little fairy boy at thirty,” Shen Fubai said with a huff.

Shen Fubai was stunningly beautiful, and at twenty-nine, he looked like a college student. As for Jiang Heng, his matured aura made him appear more refined, but his handsome features remained striking. Standing together, they resembled a successful professional and a university student.

Jiang Heng hated it when people commented on the apparent age gap between him and Shen Fubai. Thirty was a milestone; he was thirty-one while Fubai was twenty-nine. It sounded like an old cow eating tender grass.

That night, Jiang Heng made Shen Fubai call him brother until he was breathless, pressing down on him and demanding, “Do you still think I’m old? An old man? An uncle? Huh?”

Shen Fubai whimpered, “Brother, I was wrong. Brother, go easy on me.”

Jiang Heng scolded him with a laugh, “Such guts.”

The next day, he woke up here—

After so many years of marriage, waking up without Fubai by his side felt odd.

Did he overdo it last night, making Fubai angry?

The crucial question was why he was in his high school bedroom! Did someone move him here in the middle of the night to play a prank on him?

Jiang Heng pondered for a moment, but after all, he was now a mature thirty-year-old man. He could handle the current situation calmly.

Jiang Heng searched for his phone to call Shen Fubai.

But he froze when he saw the phone.

Wasn’t this the phone he used in high school? Later, when he went to college, he had long since switched phones. How did it suddenly reappear?

Jiang Heng checked the date on the phone—May 21, 2013.

2013?

Fourteen years ago!

He had just turned eighteen that year, and that year, Fubai…was sixteen.

Jiang Heng’s hand trembled, and the phone slipped out of his grip, clattering to the ground.

He needed a moment to collect his thoughts.

Jiang Heng sat still for three minutes before getting up and heading into the bathroom.

The face in the mirror wasn’t that of a thirty-year-old man, but an eighteen-year-old youth.

Clear, lean, and young.

Jiang Heng’s expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

He thought he had been reborn fourteen years into the past. But he hadn’t lost weight in high school; he had been a chubby figure. When did he become so thin?

Could he have time-traveled into the body of Jiang Yuan from fourteen years ago?

The phone on the floor rang, and the caller was Ye Lin. Jiang Heng hesitated before answering the call. Ye Lin’s voice came through, “Jiang Heng, we agreed to play basketball at the court this weekend. Have you left yet?”

Basketball? When did that happen?

Jiang Heng recalled carefully for a moment and finally remembered that in high school, he would often play basketball with Ye Lin. He was tall enough, but he never seemed to slim down.

But the body he was in now was quite standard.

Jiang Heng said, “I won’t be playing. Come to my house, I have something to ask you.”

He needed to understand his current situation—

In the afternoon.

Jiang Heng was in a complex mood after seeing off Ye Lin.

Having read so many novels, he had a rough idea of what was happening. He had time-traveled to a parallel world fourteen years in the past. In this world, most things were the same as before. The difference was that instead of being from Ningxia and studying in another province, he was a native Beijinger. Ye Lin was also in Beijing, attending the same high school as him.

Also, he wasn’t fat, and like Jiang Yuan, he had been good-looking since childhood.

Jiang Heng was a bit annoyed.

Waking up to find the entire world changed would drive anyone crazy, but he was handling it quite calmly.

He missed Fubai.

He missed him dearly after only half a day apart. Especially since he had suddenly time-traveled and was separated by space and time, he was worried whether he could return and see Fubai again.

What happened to him in the original world? Would he suddenly disappear, leaving Fubai unable to find him…

His thoughts were a tangled mess, and Jiang Heng smashed an ashtray in frustration.

When Jiang Yuan opened the door, he heard a clang and raised his eyebrows. “Yo, what’s up with you? So much anger.”

Jiang Heng looked up subtly at Jiang Yuan. Although Jiang Yuan was his twin brother, with the maturity of a thirty-year-old adult looking at an eighteen-year-old, he now felt a peculiar sensation that “Jiang Yuan is just a kid brother”…

“It’s nothing.” Jiang Heng asked absentmindedly, “Where are Mom and Dad?”

“Have you lost your memory?” Jiang Yuan asked in surprise, “Mom and Dad are having dinner with clients at Donghua International Hotel today.”

Donghua!

Jiang Heng suddenly remembered.

In the third year of their marriage, Fubai showed him his notes. They meticulously recorded every detail of how Fubai had transformed from depression to growing cheerfulness over the years.

Jiang Heng was heartbroken after reading them.

He vividly recalled that on May 21, 2013, Fubai accompanied someone at Donghua International Hotel and couldn’t tolerate the harassment from a client, pouring wine on the person’s head. Huang Shoudong slapped him twice.

Following that was the bed-climbing scandal, his father’s death, cyberbullying, depression, wrist-cutting…

It was today…

Jiang Heng rushed out immediately.

Jiang Yuan exclaimed, “Where are you going?”

Jiang Heng’s voice faded away, “Donghua!”

If there was anything Jiang Heng regretted most in his life, it was not meeting Shen Fubai earlier.

Letting his Wine suffer so much in the first half of his life.

But now that he had returned fourteen years into the past, he had the chance to make up for that regret.

He missed Fubai’s sixth birthday, but he couldn’t miss his sixteenth—

The Jiang family lived far from Donghua International Hotel, and with the traffic during rush hour, he didn’t arrive at the hotel until seven in the evening.

The hotel receptionist asked, “Excuse me, do you have a reservation?”

Jiang Heng asked urgently, “Where’s Huang Shoudong’s room?”

The receptionist checked the records. “Room 601.”

Jiang Heng hurried to the sixth floor.

Inside Room 601, chaos reigned.

A paunchy middle-aged man, drenched in red wine, looked livid. “What’s wrong with the person you brought? Don’t bring them out if they haven’t been properly trained!”

The youth stood quietly, his exquisite features calm, his eyes serene. However, the hand hanging at his side clenched tightly into a fist, the nails digging deep into the flesh of his palm.

“Sorry, President Zhao, it’s our fault for not teaching them well,” Huang Shoudong apologized with a smile, then turned to the youth and barked, “Shen Fubai, what are you doing? Apologize to President Zhao right now!”

Shen Fubai lowered his gaze, his expression indifferent, stubbornly refusing to apologize.

“You!” Huang Shoudong, thinking that he needed to give President Zhao an explanation today, raised his hand and slapped the youth hard across the face.

The youth’s head jerked to the side, and a clear imprint of a palm appeared on his pale cheek.

Jiang Heng arrived just in time to witness this infuriating scene.

Huang Shoudong wanted to slap him again, but someone moved faster. “Fuck off, you dumbss!”

Everyone in the private room was stunned, watching as a handsome young man suddenly stormed in angrily and swung a chair at Huang Shoudong. After knocking him to the ground, he grabbed a plate from the table and slammed it onto his head.

“All he did was pour wine on you? You hit him like that? Well, I’ll smear food all over your face then. Try killing me if you dare!” Jiang Heng poured all the drinks he could get his hands on—beer, orange juice, and everything else—onto Huang Shoudong’s head. All the food on the table was fed to the dogs.

“…”

Everyone in the room was shocked, unable to react to this sudden turn of events.

Who was this young man who had suddenly burst in? Did he have a deep grudge against Huang Shoudong? Why did he seem intent on killing someone…

Shen Fubai gazed at the young man who seemed to have a vendetta against Huang Shoudong, gradually relaxing his clenched fist.

If Huang Shoudong had continued hitting him, he would have fought back, although the consequences would have been troublesome. Unexpectedly, an unexpected savior appeared, beating Huang Shoudong up, which vented his anger for him.

Finally, someone in the room reacted and tried to call for service. Jiang Heng sneered, “Go ahead and call. My surname is Jiang, the Jiang from the Jiang real estate company. Call the police? Please. It’s just catching a bunch of you in a group prostitution—” He suddenly stopped, realizing that the youth behind him was one of those involved.

When the others heard that it was the Jiang from the Jiang family, their intention to call for help waned.

…Who didn’t know about the Jiang family? Who would want to offend the Jiang family over such a trivial matter? Although they didn’t know if the young man’s claim was true or false, it was better to avoid trouble than to seek it.

They didn’t know what Huang Shoudong had done to offend the young master of the Jiang family…but it seemed that this deal could be ruled out.

Jiang Heng rarely bullied people with his power, and he had always acted modestly. Today, he realized that having a certain amount of power was truly exhilarating if it allowed him to protect the people he wanted to protect.

Jiang Heng kicked Huang Shoudong viciously one more time, then turned to take Shen Fubai’s hand and whispered, “Let’s go.”

Caught off guard by the sudden grasp, Shen Fubai was startled but followed Jiang Heng away.

Following this unfamiliar but clean young man was certainly better than staying in that smoky, demon-infested private room—

Jiang Heng led Shen Fubai out and bumped into his parents, who had just finished entertaining their guests. His mother exclaimed, “…Heng Heng? What are you doing here? And who is this…?”

Shen Fubai lowered his head, hiding the bruised half of his cheek, remaining silent.

Jiang Heng shielded him behind him. “He’s my friend. Dad, can you give us a ride? He’ll be sleeping at our place tonight.”

Shen Fubai moved his lips, wanting to say something but held back.

When did he meet this noble young master and become friends with him?

Shen Fubai was usually highly wary of strangers, but at this moment, being led by this unfamiliar young man, he somehow didn’t want to let go.

Perhaps…it was because the palm of that hand was so warm.

Shen Fubai lowered his gaze, ultimately saying nothing—

Jiang Heng’s parents were tactful and noticed that Shen Fubai wasn’t much of a talker, so they didn’t ask many questions on the way home. Instead, they warmly welcomed him inside once they arrived.

Jiang Heng pulled Shen Fubai straight into the bedroom and rummaged through drawers to find medicine.

Shen Fubai watched him silently, and after a moment of silence, he asked, puzzled, “Do you know me?”

Jiang Heng paused.

Yes, I’ve been a fan of yours for six years, married to you for seven, and we’ve known each other for thirteen years.

“…No,” Jiang Heng replied, holding the medicine in his hand. “I just passed by and saw them going too far, so I stepped in to help.”

Shen Fubai: “…” You didn’t just step in to help, you were ready to kill someone.

“What’s your name? My name is Jiang Heng,” Jiang Heng asked, pretending to meet him for the first time.

Shen Fubai lowered his gaze and murmured softly, “…Shen Fubai.”

Jiang Heng approached him. “Sit down, I’ll put some medicine on your wounds.”

Shen Fubai’s body stiffened, and he instinctively took a step back, maintaining a safe distance.

Jiang Heng paused, feeling heartache.

When he met Shen Fubai, Shen Fubai was already optimistic, flamboyant, and dazzling, the center of attention. Who would have thought that there was a time when he was…quiet, sensitive, and depressed.

“…” Jiang Heng said hoarsely, “We exchanged names. That makes us friends. Putting some medicine on a friend’s wound…” He forced a smile, “Is that too much?”

Shen Fubai lifted his eyes slightly.

Friends?

An unfamiliar word.

He had never had any.

But he still sat down quietly.

Jiang Heng sat beside him and gently cupped his face.

Shen Fubai turned his head away, uncomfortable being so close to a stranger.

Jiang Heng held his chin slightly more firmly. “Don’t move.”

Shen Fubai was forced to raise his head, a faint trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

But it wasn’t the dead water it had been at first.

“This way, I can apply the medicine better,” Jiang Heng said in a gentle voice, examining his face closely.

He had never been so close to sixteen-year-old Shen Fubai before.

Fubai had always been beautiful. He was born a beauty, good-looking from childhood to adulthood. At sixteen, he still had traces of childishness on his face, but he already had the sense of a mature youth. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were framed by long lashes, each blink fluttering and touching people’s hearts, stirring desire.

But the bright red palm print on half of his beautiful cheek, red and swollen, clearly showed that force had been used. Jiang Heng’s heart trembled, pained as if being squeezed.

For so many years, he had never laid a hand on Fubai. Yet the lover he cherished had once been treated so lightly by others.

Shen Fubai felt uneasy under his gaze and whispered, “Are you going to put the medicine on or not?”

Just applying some medicine, and this person was staring at him for so long. Why did he have such a strange look in his eyes…

Jiang Heng immediately said, “Yes, I am.”

Shen Fubai: “…”

Shen Fubai’s face flushed slightly, making the palm print less noticeable.

Jiang Heng realized the double meaning of his words.

He had been married to Fubai for years and had gotten used to making suggestive remarks, usually followed by equally flirtatious responses. This was the first time he had encountered such an innocent Fubai.

Actually, when they first started dating, Fubai was quite innocent. It was just that later on, he had embarked on a path of overt and covert seduction that he never looked back from.

Jiang Heng gently applied the medicine to Shen Fubai, smoothing it evenly and massaging lightly.

Shen Fubai tilted his head slightly, unusually obedient.

Jiang Heng said, “Sleep in my room tonight.”

Shen Fubai was stunned. “Huh?” Wasn’t this development a bit too fast?

“Brothers and friends share rooms, it’s normal,” Jiang Heng explained hastily.

He wasn’t about to make a move on sixteen-year-old Fubai. He had to maintain his humanity.

Moreover…he wouldn’t make a move on this world’s Fubai.

His Fubai was waiting for him in the original world, irreplaceable by anyone.

Shen Fubai didn’t have friends and didn’t know what the proper interaction between friends should be like. But he had brothers, and he had indeed slept with Ethan before.

It shouldn’t be a big deal.

Shen Fubai thought for a moment. “I need to call my father and inform him.”

At this point in time, Shen Fubai’s father was still alive.

Shen Fubai hadn’t yet climbed into Han Shen’s bed to gain resources and skyrocket to fame. He was currently unknown, with mounting debts at home, and his father often suffered from drug addiction relapses. Life was tough for him.

Shen Fubai might not necessarily want to stay, but he was even less willing to return to the home that exhausted him every day.

Home should be a warm haven, but his current home was broken. Every day, returning home meant facing all sorts of disputes. He was tired.

He wanted to find a place to rest and catch his breath.

Shen Fubai took out his phone and dialed a number. The call took a while to be answered.

Whatever was said on the other end, Shen Fubai’s expression flickered, but there wasn’t a significant change.

It was a disappointment that was expected.

Without saying a word, he hung up the call directly.

“I’m sorry, I have to go home,” Shen Fubai lifted his gaze, pulling a pale smile. “Thank you for helping me tonight.”

Jiang Heng immediately said, “I’ll send you home.”

Shen Fubai gave a faint laugh. “It’s not necessary.”

He wasn’t worthy of having friends.

With a pile of troubles at home, making friends would just cause trouble. Should debt collectors call his friends?

Jiang Heng knew exactly what had happened at Fubai’s home. It was probably just the debt collectors coming to their house every few days to demand payment and beat up his father.

Shen Fubai was fed up to the extreme, but he couldn’t sit idly by.

Jiang Heng insisted, “I’ll send you home.”

Shen Fubai glanced sideways.

Jiang Heng added, “You seem to have an emergency. I can send you faster. I got my driver’s license during summer vacation.”

Shen Fubai paused and said, “Thank you.”

He really needed to hurry back and didn’t have time to wait for a taxi.

If he returned late, his father might be beaten to death—

Jiang Heng informed his parents and grabbed the car keys, heading downstairs.

“Where do you live?” Jiang Heng asked casually as he got into the driver’s seat, already knowing the destination in his heart.

He knew where Fubai lived.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fubai gave an unfamiliar address.

“Third building on Jing Shui Lane.”

A place he had never heard of.

Jiang Heng was taken aback and entered it into the navigation system.

The navigation system displayed that the location was not found.

“The navigation can’t find it,” Shen Fubai said. “It’s too remote. You’re driving, so I’ll guide you.”

…

Under Shen Fubai’s directions, the car wound its way into a very secluded area.

There were hardly any vehicles around, and bicycles were piled up haphazardly. Under the telephone poles were piles of garbage, with a pool of sewage on the ground. The streetlights were broken, and it was pitch black.

Jiang Heng’s headlights illuminated the rows of dilapidated dormitory buildings ahead. They loomed menacingly in the night, with peeling paint and pitted walls.

Jiang Heng’s luxury car seemed out of place here. If it weren’t for Shen Fubai living here, he would never have set foot in such a place in his entire life.

Fubai…lived here?

…Indeed, Shen Fubai’s family was in debt, and their original house had probably been mortgaged.

Shen Fubai said, “I’m getting out now.”

Jiang Heng pursed his lips. “I’ll accompany you upstairs. It’s too dark, I’m not comfortable with you walking alone.”

Shen Fubai shook his head. “It’s unnecessary. I walk this road often. Besides, there’s your car’s headlights illuminating the way.” With that, he was about to open the door and get out.

The streetlights on this street had been out of order for a long time. In the past, when he returned, he had to feel his way through the long alley alone.

Jiang Heng locked the car doors, speaking in a tone that brooked no argument. “I’m going with you, or neither of us is getting out.”

He couldn’t let Shen Fubai face those people alone again.

Shen Fubai frowned.

The two of them were in a stalemate in the car for a while, and Shen Fubai eventually nodded, a hint of helplessness in his eyes—

The alley was dark and long, with not a single ray of light.

Jiang Heng remembered that Fubai was most afraid of the dark. Once, he and Fubai walked down the unfinished employee staircase at Ye Lin’s couple restaurant, and Fubai was scared to the point of paleness, eventually being carried up by him.

But the teenager seemed to be accustomed to it, walking quietly.

Only the slight trembling of his body betrayed his inner unease.

He was actually still afraid. But in the absence of companionship in the past, he had to be strong. No matter how frightened he was, he had to bear it all.

But tonight, he had a companion.

Jiang Heng gently took his hand, causing Shen Fubai to involuntarily turn his head.

Jiang Heng said, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

The pitch-black alley was devoid of any light.

Shen Fubai listened to the teenager’s clear voice, as if seeing a glimmer of firefly light.

When they reached the entrance of the third dormitory building’s stairwell, Shen Fubai stopped. “You can go back now.”

Jiang Heng smiled. “Now that I’m here, aren’t you going to invite me up for a visit?”

Shen Fubai excused himself. “My house is very small, there’s nothing to sit on.” His voice carried a hint of urgency.

He didn’t want his new friend to know about the troubles at home. There were…debt collectors in the house.

Jiang Heng simply asked, “Which floor?”

Shen Fubai answered subconsciously. “Third floor…”

Jiang Heng was already pulling him up the stairs.

The door to the room on the third floor was wide open, apparently kicked in. The debt collectors often caused a ruckus, frequently disturbing the neighbors upstairs and downstairs. Everyone minding their own business, the doors were tightly shut at this time, and no one would intervene.

Shen Fubai paled. “Don’t go in—”

Jiang Heng had already entered.

The interior of the house was cramped and tiny, barely twenty square meters in size. The floor was cluttered with debris, but the furniture was sparse.

Everything had been smashed.

A man lay on the ground, knocked unconscious. The standing individuals were still kicking and punching him. The leader, upon seeing Shen Fubai, was somewhat intimidated but then remarked, “Oh, the brat has brought reinforcements this time?”

Initially, when they saw this man had such a good-looking son, they did entertain some ideas, wanting to sell him to offset the debt. Unexpectedly, the youngster was fierce in a fight despite his young age, with a stance that suggested he would rather break than bend. Not many dared to touch him.

Another handsome one had come along this time. They wondered if this was the boy’s classmate or friend.

Jiang Heng frowned. “What are you doing? Trespassing and assaulting people, aren’t you afraid of the police?”

“Jiang Heng.” Shen Fubai whispered, “Don’t say anything else.”

“Oh, calling the police? I advise you not to meddle in other people’s affairs. This family owes us money, twenty million!” The debt collector rolled up his sleeves. “You can call the police, but pay the money first.”

At first, it was only a few million, but with high-interest loans, the interest compounded and ballooned to tens of millions. Their savings were depleted, the house mortgaged, assets sold, and still, they couldn’t make up the sum.

Shen Fubai bit his lip, a tinge of embarrassment on his face.

He didn’t want…his friend to know these things.

“It’s just twenty million, isn’t it?” Jiang Heng said indifferently. “I’ll pay for him.”

“There’s twenty million in this card.” Jiang Heng casually tossed out a card. “Can we leave now?”

The debt collectors looked at each other in surprise, stunned.

Where did this fool come from?

Not only were the debt collectors shocked, but Shen Fubai also raised his head sharply, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The debt collectors picked up the card in disbelief, whispering among themselves. “Check it when we get back. Let’s go, let’s go.”

One spat at Shen Fubai as he left. “Consider yourself lucky to have met a benefactor.”-

Those people left. The house was very quiet.

Jiang Heng looked at the humble environment, unable to contain his heartache.

Fubai had never told him that he once lived in such a place.

Was it due to the changes in this parallel world, or had the Fubai in the original world not mentioned it?

“Your father…” Jiang Heng glanced at the man lying on the ground. “Should we send him to the hospital?”

“No need.” Shen Fubai said indifferently. “He’ll wake up on his own.”

That group knew their limits and wouldn’t really kill anyone. After all, if the person died, who would they collect their debt from?

Shen Fubai continued. “It’s late tonight, do you want to go back?”

Jiang Heng, of course, wouldn’t leave. “I’ll stay with you. I’m not comfortable leaving you like this.”

Shen Fubai smiled. “My house is small, so you’ll have to share a room with me.”

Jiang Heng grinned. “I couldn’t be happier.”-

The two entered the bedroom, ignoring Shen Fubai’s father lying on the ground.

Shen Fubai’s room was even more spartan, consisting mainly of a bed, a table and chairs, and on the bed was an 1.8-meter-tall teddy bear doll.

Shen Fubai closed the door, carried the teddy bear to a chair, and then looked at Jiang Heng.

He then began to undress.

At first, Jiang Heng didn’t think anything of it; who didn’t need to undress to sleep?

But when Shen Fubai took off his entire shirt and started to undo his belt, Jiang Heng realized something was amiss and immediately threw his jacket over him. “What are you doing?!”

Shen Fubai lifted his beautiful peach blossom eyes, speaking calmly. “I can’t repay your money, nor do I want to owe others. This is the only way I can. They said my body is worth a lot, worth twenty million…if it’s you, I…I can.”

Jiang Heng’s vision went black, and he was so angry he wanted to hit him.

His gaze fell on the fresh red palm print on the teenager’s face, and he softened instantly. He felt both heartache and amusement. “Fubai, you are precious, don’t demean yourself like this.”

Sitting on the bed, Shen Fubai tilted his head, seemingly confused.

“They all want to sleep with me. If someone suddenly helps me, it must be to sleep with me.” Shen Fubai asked blankly, “Why don’t you want to?”

Jiang Heng’s vision grew even darker.

What kind of scum had Fubai encountered in the past!

“We are friends. Perhaps we will develop into lovers and partners in the future.” Jiang Heng corrected Shen Fubai’s worldview bit by bit. “But everything is based on love. I helped you not to get your body, but because I wanted to help you.”

The people and things Fubai had encountered were too dark, leaving him no choice but to suspect others’ intentions.

So Jiang Heng would be that beam of light.

Shen Fubai thought seriously for a moment. “So we are still friends?”

Jiang Heng said, “Yes, we are friends.” And in the future, we’ll be boyfriends. He added mentally.

Shen Fubai suddenly smiled, smiling happily and innocently.

“Jiang Heng.” He said, “Thank you.”-

Jiang Heng began using all his power to change Shen Fubai’s fate.

He didn’t know how long he could stay in this world, and he didn’t want to remain here forever. The Fubai in the original world was still waiting for him.

But before he left, he had to ensure that the sixteen-year-old Shen Fubai wouldn’t repeat everything from his previous life.

He sent the loan sharks to prison, eliminating the source of trouble once and for all. With Shen Fubai’s consent, he forcibly sent Shen Fubai’s father to a confidential detoxification center. He had the Jiang family suppress Shengyu Entertainment, which wasn’t yet a major player, forcing them to proactively terminate their contract with Fubai. Then, he established a personal studio for Fubai, directly putting him on the path of acting…

The pearl, no longer shrouded in dust for years, was finally able to shine brightly. In this life, Shen Fubai won the Academy Award for Best Actor at the age of sixteen for portraying a gifted young dancer in a movie. He debuted to widespread attention, even more dazzling than Jiang Heng had been in his prime.

He was destined for praise and adoration, never to endure the vile cyberbullying.

In the original world, Shen Fubai became an Oscar-winning actor at the age of twenty-six, receiving the trophy from Jiang Heng, who was equally renowned in the international film industry. In this life, Shen Fubai achieved glory ten years earlier.

This was the life he deserved from the start.

The moment he saw Shen Fubai win the award on television, Jiang Heng sensed that he was about to leave this world.

He had stayed for a few months and was somewhat reluctant to part.

But he was even more attached to the Fubai who belonged to him.

For the past few months, he had been writing a diary, recording the stories he and Fubai had experienced in the original world. Perhaps after he left, the eighteen-year-old version of himself in this world would regain control of his body. He hoped that after reading the diary he left behind, that version of him would continue to treat Fubai well.

After finishing the last word in the diary, Jiang Heng slumped on the desk, closing his eyes.

After a long while, the teenager slowly opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at the bits and pieces recorded in the diary, stopping at the last line, “Love him as much as you can.” The teenager murmured, “I will.”

“To the me from another world.”-

Jiang Heng embraced a warm person.

He opened his eyes, and Shen Fubai was lying in his arms, the mottled marks on his body revealing the madness of the previous night.

The past few months felt like a dream. They were now on the morning after the seventh anniversary of their marriage.

He cautiously pinched the youth’s cheek, finding the touch very real.

“Jiang Heng, what are you doing! Waking me up early in the morning…” Shen Fubai grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Jiang Heng asked softly, “Fubai, have you heard of Jing Shui Lane?”

In his sleepy state, Shen Fubai replied, “Isn’t that the place I used to live? It was too shabby and small, I couldn’t stand it. After becoming a big star, I immediately replaced the house…”

Jiang Heng hugged him gently.

A few minutes later, Shen Fubai opened his eyes. “Heng Heng, did you ask me something just now?”

“Nothing.” Jiang Heng kissed the corner of his mouth. “Go back to sleep.”