Chapter 4

With his hair cut into short, spiky strands that stood up and slightly tilted to the right, revealing his smooth, full forehead, Xiaoming looked very spirited. After applying some gel, he looked like a little cool guy.

Zhao Yazhi's hairstyle was even simpler, just straight black hair. Following Wu Cheng's advice, the stylist simply tied her hair into a ponytail at the back, with her bangs slanted and hanging down by her ears, like a crescent moon, revealing her white, graceful neck. She looked both intellectual and fresh.

"Big Sister Zhi, how do you feel? I didn't lie to you, did I? I think, with your one-in-a-million, unparalleled beauty, the simplest hairstyle best highlights your perfection. Your previous wavy hairstyle was a bit too showy."

"You little rascal, you're so sweet!" Praised as one-in-a-million, Zhao Yazhi felt secretly delighted. Although the hairstyle looked simple, she gradually found it more appealing. However, this style wasn't very popular at the time.

Especially Wu Cheng's hairstyle, which she found a bit strange.

This was actually a difference in aesthetic preferences across different eras.

For dinner, Zhao Yazhi indeed prepared a sumptuous meal for Wu Cheng.

After dinner, Zhao Yazhi and Wu Cheng sat on the sofa in the living room to watch TV, but the TV was still a black-and-white one, and Wu Cheng found it quite boring.

Zhao Yazhi peeled an apple for Wu Cheng and handed it to him, saying, "I have to go to work tomorrow, so I can't accompany you. You can familiarize yourself with the surroundings here, but don't go out alone easily. There are all sorts of people around here, and you look so beautiful... I mean, handsome, hehe... In short, don't go out alone. I'll help you find your relatives. Before I find your uncle, you can stay with Big Sister Zhi!"

Wu Cheng nodded, indicating he understood.

At night, lying in bed, Wu Cheng's heart was filled with excitement and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He never imagined that his idol was now lying in the room next to him. He had never thought that he would one day be so close to his idol.

Thinking about everything that had happened today, it felt like a dream.

He felt that meeting her upon his arrival and even traveling back to her unmarried days must be a predestined arrangement by fate.

As he thought about this, he also thought of his parents from his previous life, realizing he could never return to them or fulfill his filial duties... Unconsciously, tears streamed down his face.

The next morning, before six o'clock, Zhao Yazhi woke up from her sleep. Thinking of Wu Cheng in the next room, she quietly got up, gently came to his door, and pushed it open to take a look.

Seeing the quilt on the bed had fallen to the floor, she couldn't help but smile silently. She picked up the quilt and covered him again. When she finished, she noticed a trace of tears on his pillow... Her hand paused, and she gently touched the tear marks, feeling a pang of sympathy as she gently stroked his forehead before getting up and entering the bathroom.

As soon as Zhao Yazhi left, Wu Cheng woke up... In fact, he had already woken up when Zhao Yazhi entered the room, but he wanted to see what she would do, so he pretended to be asleep.

He sat up, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, thinking to himself, "Starting today, I have to make a living here! Hong Kong is the place where my dreams will take off!"

He jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked out.

"Big Sister Zhi, I'm going for a run!"

In the living room, Wu Cheng called out to the bathroom and then left. Reincarnated, he needed to build up his body, unlike in his previous life... If he had exercised more, he wouldn't have run out of energy while saving someone, leading to his parents' premature death.

Half an hour later, Wu Cheng stopped in a park, where many people were already exercising. He found a quiet spot and began to stand in the Tai Chi stance.

But soon, his slightly closed eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe it and closed his eyes again, then started practicing Tai Chi.

As he moved, the air around him seemed to follow his movements, and the withered grass and fallen leaves on the ground began to swirl and float without any wind...

If someone had seen this scene, they would have been stunned!

His movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, flowing naturally. When slow, they were like a gentle stream, silent and unobtrusive; when fast, they were like a surging river, powerful and overwhelming.

Countless withered grass and fallen leaves gathered at a point in front of his chest, forming a ball that slowly rotated between his hands.

Bang—

When he finished, the ball of grass and leaves suddenly exploded, scattering into pieces, drawing the attention of some people nearby.

Wu Cheng didn't stay long and ran off. At this moment, he was too excited to share his feelings with anyone. He felt the benefits of his reincarnation again. Yesterday, he felt as if he had undergone a transformation, and today, the effects were evident.

Running at full speed, he felt a surge of energy supporting him, and a journey that would normally take over an hour on foot was completed in just a few minutes.

After resting for a while downstairs to catch his breath, Wu Cheng returned upstairs.

By then, Zhao Yazhi had already prepared breakfast and was doing aerobics in front of the TV.

Seeing her with a ponytail, wearing a tight, cropped top and short, tight shorts, revealing her white, slender legs, Wu Cheng was momentarily stunned. The usually elegant and dignified Big Sister Zhi had a surprisingly youthful and vibrant side, which he had never imagined.

But to be honest, seeing her in such a revealing outfit was quite a treat for the eyes.

In Zhao Yazhi's eyes, Wu Cheng was just a kid, so she didn't think her revealing outfit would affect him.

Wu Cheng said he was fifteen, but Zhao Yazhi didn't believe it. Although she didn't understand why he exaggerated his age so much, it didn't stop her from treating him like a child.

"Back already? Go take a shower and come out for breakfast! I'm almost done!"

Zhao Yazhi glanced back at him and continued her exercises.

For breakfast, she prepared enough for four people, with three portions for Wu Cheng. From last night's dinner, Zhao Yazhi had noticed that Wu Cheng was a big eater with an astonishing appetite.

Yesterday, when she asked him why he was so small despite his large appetite, Wu Cheng said he was often hungry. This made Zhao Yazhi feel sorry for him, such a pitiful child!

After breakfast, Zhao Yazhi went to work, and Wu Cheng stayed at home, finding paper and a pen to start thinking about which work to copy. 'Seeking Qin' and 'Return to Ming' were both options.

In the end, Wu Cheng chose 'Return to Ming.' First, he felt more familiar with 'Return to Ming' because he had once been a web literature writer. Second, he thought 'Seeking Qin' was a bit too frivolous and had some erotic content, which wasn't suitable for his current age.

'Return to Ming' had more restrained and tender romantic scenes, making it more comfortable to read.

Of course, as a man, Wu Cheng admitted he liked 'Seeking Qin' more.

The most important point was that 'Return to Ming' required almost no changes.

When he was about to start writing, he suddenly thought that 'Return to Ming' wasn't a martial arts novel, and martial arts were very popular in Hong Kong at the time. If he wrote 'Return to Ming,' would it be accepted? If it turned out to be a waste of effort, wouldn't that be a pity? After some thought, he decided to start writing, thinking that its fresh and light style might help it stand out.

Additionally, although 'Return to Ming' was quite long, copying two or three ten-thousand-word sections a day, it could be completed in a few months.

The beginning, "Nine generations of good deeds..."

A narrow, long bridge of Naihe spanned the River of Forgetfulness, leading to the misty, ethereal clouds. The souls, untouched by dust, wept as they drank a bowl of Mengpo Soup and stepped onto the unpredictable path of their next life.

Deep in the mist, there was an invisible force that, once the souls stepped onto the bridge, they could never turn back, only floating forward like moths drawn to a flame.

At this moment, a very arrogant voice suddenly called out, "I want to file a complaint! I must file a complaint!"

Following the voice, a very handsome young man walked over from the other side of the Naihe Bridge. His hair was neatly styled with gel, and he wore a white suit adorned with many sequins, looking like a pop star who had just stepped off the stage.

"Bang!"

A bowl of fragrant Mengpo Soup fell to the ground, and the wrinkles on Mengpo's face deepened. She sighed, "For the ninth time, for the ninth time, this troublemaker is back!"

...

Of course, some inappropriate elements in the text still needed to be changed, such as the background of the rich businessman, which couldn't be set in mainland China, as the economy there hadn't developed yet. The vice mayor also needed to be changed to a high-ranking official in Hong Kong, and the disciplinary committee to the Independent Commission Against Corruption...

After such modifications, it would look more in line with the Hong Kong flavor. As for any other loopholes, he could ask Zhao Yazhi to help check later.

At noon, Zhao Yazhi returned with a conflicted look and took Wu Cheng out to eat. When Wu Cheng asked her what was wrong, she didn't answer. It wasn't until they went downstairs that he understood.

Because downstairs, Huang Hanwei was there again.

Seeing Huang Hanwei, Wu Cheng smiled and greeted him, "Brother Wei, hello!"

But seeing no change in their expressions, Wu Cheng realized that the blue pill hadn't appeared yet, and this joke was incomprehensible to them.

Feeling bored, Wu Cheng started thinking about how to sabotage this couple.

"Huh? You're that mainland kid?"

Huang Hanwei looked at Wu Cheng in disbelief, finding it hard to believe that the previously awkward kid could now look so cute.

"Brother Huang, a few generations ago, your ancestors might have been from the mainland. Why look down on mainlanders?" Wu Cheng shook his head and sighed, "Isn't this a bit like forgetting your roots? If outsiders hear this, they might say you're unfilial!"

"You..."

If Zhao Yazhi hadn't been there, Huang Hanwei might have wanted to hit him again.

Zhao Yazhi looked at Wu Cheng in surprise, not expecting his words to suddenly become so sharp. But thinking about it, his words did have some truth.

"Hmph! I'm an adult, I won't argue with a kid. Azhi, let's go for lunch! I know I was wrong yesterday, and this meal is my apology. Please forgive me, Azhi!"

Zhao Yazhi thought for a moment and finally softened, agreeing.

Seeing this, Wu Cheng felt a bit uneasy.