Chapter 3

As Yu Suting watched her husband leave, she comforted, "Baby, be good for a while. Don't make your father angry. In a few days, I'll give you more pocket money."

Looking at Yu Suting's loving face, Wang Zixuan understood how a prodigal son was made.

"Ten thousand is enough. Let's go home," said Wang Zixuan. He hadn't fully adapted to the life of a prodigal son and felt that ten thousand a month was already a lot. He didn't feel uncomfortable and didn't want to be monitored in the hospital.

But Yu Suting was not reassured. "Let's do one more check to see why you have a headache."

Wang Zixuan smiled, "Maybe it's just because I drank a bit last night and was suddenly woken up. My head doesn't hurt at all now."

Yu Suting shook her head, "It shouldn't hurt so much that you pass out. Let's do one more check. Director Wang, please arrange it."

"Okay."

Seeing that his mother had already given the order, Wang Zixuan could only reluctantly undergo another check-up.

The results, of course, were still very healthy.

Only then did Yu Suting feel relieved and take Wang Zixuan and the two bodyguards out of the hospital.

As soon as they left the hospital, a Mercedes-Benz drove up.

One of the bodyguards quickly opened the car door, and Wang Zixuan placed his hand above the door frame to protect Yu Suting as she got in, then walked around to the other side to get in himself.

This was a habit of a prodigal son, and Wang Zixuan didn't want to change it suddenly.

The prodigal son always behaved obediently in front of Yu Suting, which was one of the reasons she doted on him.

The car started, and another Mercedes-Benz followed behind.

Wang Liangming had already left with two Mercedes-Benzes.

Leaving the hospital, Yu Suting looked at Wang Zixuan and said, "You used to play small. How did you lose three hundred million this time?"

Mentioning this, Wang Zixuan felt that the prodigal son could still be saved: "I met a very ugly little Japanese who was rude. I couldn't control myself and got a bit impulsive."

Yu Suting nodded, "So you met a Japanese. I thought you weren't a gambler. But you were still a bit impulsive. If he wins three hundred million, won't he be even more arrogant?"

The prodigal son never admitted defeat, and neither would Wang Zixuan.

Even if he couldn't win the little Japanese at the gambling table, he could win him elsewhere.

But Wang Zixuan couldn't say that to Yu Suting, so he nodded, "Yes, Mom, you're right."

Seeing her precious son admit his mistake again, Yu Suting nodded, "Be more careful in the future. This time, consider it a lesson. Don't fight with people when you're not sure of winning. Preserve your strength and strike with lethal force."

Wang Zixuan didn't expect his mother to have such combat experience and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

They chatted for a bit more.

Wang Zixuan couldn't help but say, "Mom, can you not call me 'Baby' in the future?"

He didn't know how the prodigal son could accept being called 'Baby' at twenty-four, but he found it very uncomfortable.

Yu Suting was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Right, Baby has grown up. The nickname is a bit inappropriate now. Mom will call you Zixuan like your father does."

It seemed that her son had really grown up, and losing three hundred million had helped him mature.

Wang Zixuan felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders and said, "Okay."

They chatted casually as the car drove into the Wang family villa.

Although he had the prodigal son's memories, Wang Zixuan still marveled at the luxurious life of the nouveau riche when he arrived at the Wang family villa.

In the capital city, where land was extremely valuable, the front of the Wang family villa was actually a large, flat lawn, a wide central avenue, and a sculpture fountain.

The garden and swimming pool were all built indoors, so there was no need to worry about the bleakness of winter.

There were also over thirty service personnel, including bodyguards, maids, and gardeners in the villa.

As soon as the car stopped, the British butler waiting at the door opened it and said in perfect Mandarin, "Welcome back, Madam, Second Young Master."

Wang Zixuan got out of the car, trying to appear calm and not reveal his lowly side, and walked into the luxurious villa with Yu Suting, saying, "Mom, I'll go take a shower and change clothes, then come to accompany you."

Yu Suting knew her son's habits and smiled, "Okay, if you're tired, rest a bit before coming down."

"Okay."

Wang Zixuan, familiar with the layout, went upstairs to the prodigal son's room.

Looking at the luxurious surroundings, Wang Zixuan sighed, "Being rich is really great!"

To be fair, the prodigal son's various conditions were much better than his own.

He was 1.8 meters tall, so handsome that he had no friends, and his intelligence was not a problem, even higher than most people.

His family background was beyond question. The Wang family controlled a group with assets worth billions, making them one of the country's hidden tycoons.

Although Wang Zixuan had an older brother, Wang Zihao, he was more loved by his parents because he was so charming from a young age, making flowers bloom and people smile.

His mother doted on him so much that he became a well-known prodigal son in the capital, a "golden exterior, rotten inside" representative.

After sighing for a while, Wang Zixuan called out to Sun Wukong again.

"Great Sage, can you still hear my prayers?"

"Can you let me be reborn again?"

"Great Sage!"

"Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

"Use your powers again, please!"

Although the prodigal son's conditions were good, he still preferred to be himself, with the advantage of rebirth, and he could achieve something on his own. Why be someone else?

Wang Zixuan called out in his mind for a while, but seeing no response, he reluctantly took out his phone from his pocket, turned it on, and called his university-era self.

He had attended a local university and hadn't changed his phone number after graduation, so he naturally didn't forget his own number.

"The number you dialed is out of service."

Hearing the message from the phone, Wang Zixuan was stunned.

He should have been using this number at this time.

Wang Zixuan then called his mother's phone number.

"Beep"

Hearing that the call could be connected, Wang Zixuan felt relieved.

"Hello."

The phone rang a few times and was answered, but the voice was that of a stranger.

Wang Zixuan asked in confusion, "Hello, is this Li Aifang's phone?"

"No, you dialed the wrong number."

The person on the other end hung up.

"The number you dialed is out of service."

Wang Zixuan called his father's phone, but the result left him dumbfounded.

Just as he was in a daze, a voice suddenly came from his chest.

"There was a problem. You were reborn as someone else. Because of your influence, the people related to you in this time and space are gone."

A good person card!

Wang Zixuan looked down and saw the golden good person card floating on his chest, and the voice was coming from the card.

Wang Zixuan immediately recognized the voice of the monkey and quickly said, "Great Sage, can you let me be reborn again? I want to be myself!"

"The laws of time are powerful. I'm afraid if I use my powers again, I might erase you. I, Sun Wukong, must go! Remember, do more good deeds."

As he spoke, the good person card disappeared from his chest.