Chapter : 05
Other people who transmigrate into novels can survive even without a special ability. They just rely on the typical “lazy 21st-century youth” vibe, living idly, eating, and waiting for life to pass. If lucky, their lazy life might turn into a lucky streak, and life would get better and better.
But him? Lying around lazily now, he probably could only survive on thin air.
This was definitely one of the most realistic cases in the history of transmigrating into books: no special powers and already offending the main villain…
Zhou Qingluo sorted through the things he had: a decent-looking handsome face, hands capable of hard work, and a mouth that could eat well.
The old house had terrible soundproofing. Zhou Qingluo had barely fallen asleep when he heard voices from the living room.
It was Zhou Shoulin and Zhou Qingmu speaking in low tones.
Zhou Qingmu: “Dad, I’m not going abroad. I’ll work. Give the money to Qingluo so he can learn painting.”
Zhou Shoulin: “You focus on your studies. Don’t worry about this. Dad has money.”
Zhou Qingmu: “But Dad, I can’t bear to see you selling—” She paused, then corrected herself, “delivering food so late.”
Zhou Shoulin chuckled: “You worry about Dad, I know. Yesterday it rained, there were fewer delivery people, so many orders came in. I fainted from low blood sugar because I didn’t have time to finish eating. I made almost a thousand yesterday.”
Zhou Qingmu complained: “A thousand isn’t even enough for Qingluo’s alcohol-poisoning IV.”
Zhou Shoulin: “Qingluo is still young and naive…”
“Still young, still young? He’s 21! It’s because you spoiled him that he’s like this today.”
“Alright, I’ve got the money handled. Go rest; you still have to go to your internship tomorrow.”
Zhou Qingluo got out of bed and pushed the door open.
He didn’t know much about love, but he understood right and wrong. Since he occupied someone else’s body, he had to take responsibility for that person’s life.
Though he was penniless now, he seemed to have a place he could call “home.”
The two in the living room froze, staring at him.
Zhou Shoulin recovered first, forcing out a smile: “Qingluo…”
Zhou Qingluo: “I’ll earn money from now on.”
“Ah?”
Zhou Qingluo lifted his chin toward Zhou Qingmu: “You go study abroad.”
“Ah??”
Seeing their shocked expressions, Zhou Qingluo felt cool and heroic. The last truly great man must have been Pangu creating the world, but now it was him, Zhou Qingluo, standing tall!
Zhou Qingmu ushered Zhou Shoulin aside and pushed Zhou Qingluo into her room: “Dad, go rest. Qingluo and I have something to talk about.”
Once the door closed, Zhou Qingmu glared at him: “What are you doing?”
Zhou Qingluo had spent years online and seen all kinds of trolls. Dealing with someone like Zhou Qingmu, who was easily flustered, was a piece of cake.
He grinned lazily and whispered mysteriously: “Have you ever heard a truth?”
Zhou Qingmu: “What?”
Zhou Qingluo raised an eyebrow and smiled: “A man grows in a single moment.”
Zhou Qingmu got goosebumps from his slick words. “Always lazy, never learn properly.”
She couldn’t understand why Zhou Qingluo, a grown man, had a charming, fox-like face. One blink of his foxy eyes, and countless girls had fallen for him.
Because of his face and his mouth, people around him had always been dazzled, never letting him face real hardship.
In society, he turned into a useless person.
Zhou Qingmu said: “You earning money? To suck up to some rich kid? Knowing he’s allergic to alcohol, you still shield him? You throw all your strength at him and then get wheeled into the ICU? Is that how you plan to earn money?”
Zhou Qingluo: “???”
Was that how he ended up in the hospital yesterday?
It did have that “throwing yourself at someone you care for and getting hurt” vibe.
Rich kid…
Zhou Qingluo felt uneasy. He hadn’t read the book, so he didn’t know the details. The original owner’s memories were gone.
He seemed to be himself, not the original.
Zhou Qingmu rolled her eyes: “Just learn a proper skill.”
Zhou Qingluo was confused: “Sucking up to a rich kid?”
Zhou Qingmu rolled her eyes repeatedly, annoyed: “Your ability is amazing. The second son of Baomu Group.”
Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes, dizzy, and asked cautiously: “Song Ling?”
“How would I know his name?”
“So… did I succeed or not?”
“…”
Zhou Qingmu trembled with anger: “Stop thinking about that. Be practical. No one even knows you.”
“Hmm? He doesn’t know me yet?”
“This time he should.”
Zhou Qingluo paused and smiled.
Everything was still possible. He hadn’t gotten entangled with Song Ling yet. It was just the beginning.
He hadn’t become a substitute!
A bright turn in life, and even a middle-class one.
Happiness came too suddenly.
Zhou Qingluo smiled: “You are you. No need to sacrifice for me. I am me. I’ll take responsibility for myself. Go study abroad without worry.”
Zhou Qingmu saw the smile at the back of his mouth and suddenly lost her anger.
Some people, though scoundrels, could make others soften when they truly smiled.
Zhou Qingluo was such a person.
Zhou Qingmu: “Go to sleep now.”
Zhou Qingluo happily said: “I’m not dreaming. I’m thinking about how to thank the person who sent me to the hospital, my reborn parents.”
Zhou Qingluo was sure the person who sent him to the hospital wasn’t Song Ling. Someone like Song Ling, deep and obsessive, who had tried to assassinate him and destroy the world, would only be merciful to their true love.
Chapter 3
Zhou Qingluo went to the hospital to ask the doctor who did the emergency care. She said the person didn’t leave a name but remembered he was extremely handsome, cold, and had a rose tattoo on his neck.
