What should I do if I lose my memory after transmigrating into a book?

Chapter 115 Unexpected Changes

"Are you stealing something? You look like a petty thief."

Shen Ke screamed inwardly, "I'm finished."

His eldest father

His father's anger finally vented on him.

Shen Ke casually stopped and straightened his tie, finally looking like a young nobleman. "Dad, I saw you were busy, didn't I?"

Seeing that his father was about to say something hurtful again, Shen Qi cried out to the woman on the bed, "Mom, my dearest mother, where are you feeling unwell? It's all my fault for being so unfilial, only realizing it now!! I..."

"Shut up."

"Oh well."

The word "shut up" was a strained sound that Chu Li managed to utter, though she didn't know where the strength came from. Listening to her son's wailing and screaming was giving her a real headache.

Shen Ke pulled up a chair and sat obediently next to Chu Li. He was shocked by what he saw; his mother's exposed wrists were so thin they looked like nothing but bones. Yet, his mother was always elegant.

She always maintains a calm and composed demeanor in front of outsiders.

Pitter-patter, drops of water fell onto Chu Li's hands.

Chu Li was astonished.

Shen Qi fell silent.

He took off his suit jacket and glanced sideways at the kid's performance.

But Shen Ke was genuinely saddened this time. His mother, who was always elegant, poised, and gentle, had been seriously ill for years, but he knew very little about her.

He's such a jerk!!

"Mom, this illness is definitely treatable. I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

Shen Qi closed his eyes slightly and slowly uttered a sentence that was extremely inconsistent with his status.

Are you crazy?

"what?"

Shen Ke's mouth was slightly agape, looking completely bewildered.

What's wrong with him? He's mentally ill.

"You're lucky you're a child of the Shen family, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to put together four dishes when you go out to eat with people."

"Dad, we can talk, but you don't have to be so insulting!"

Shen Ke was indignant on her own behalf.

What did he say?

Why can't we make four dishes?

He's going out tomorrow and he's going to order a Manchu Han Imperial Feast to show his father.

Shen Qi took off his watch and casually placed it on the bright yellow dressing table, his eyes cool.

"I hope that next time you're hospitalized, someone visiting you will be able to ask you promptly—'Can you still be cured?'"

"Awooo!!!"

Shen Ke immediately let out a loud roar, like a monkey, showing none of the commanding presence of a CEO in the company.

"Mom, Mom. I'm so sorry. I was just worried and confused. Please let me explain. Mom, Mom, why did you close your eyes? Are you sleepy?"

Chu Li slowly closed her eyes. It's alright, it's alright. Out of sight, out of mind.

It's okay, he's our biological son, he's our biological son!!

Shen Ke is a business genius, but unfortunately he is completely clueless about interpersonal relationships and conversation. Sometimes he has to learn his social skills from Shen Qi on the spot.

Ultimately, it's because he's been pampered so much that he doesn't need to learn about social etiquette.

In Beijing, who doesn't know Shen Ke, the heir of the Shen family? His status is undeniable, and the power he wields from birth is undeniable. No matter how unpleasant his words may be, there are always plenty of people who fawn over him.

Shen Qi's dark eyes were unfathomable, and his gaze toward Shen Ke seemed to carry a hint of regret.

What a pity, such good genes of Chu Li have been wasted.

I don't know who it came from.

There is a negative correlation between brain size and physical appearance.

……

It was already quite late when Shen Xi and Jiang Ci returned to Yujing Villa.

Jiang Ci gentlemanly opened the car door and led Shen Xi, whose face was pale and delicate, slowly towards home. Shen Xi, being led by the hand, kept her head down, looking listless, letting the man beside her sway her, holding her hand or hugging her as he pleased.

So cute!

Outside the manor, all was quiet, with only the faint light from the flowerbeds of the villa shining on the two of them.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

The little boy's dissatisfaction was palpable, supported by his serious, round face.

He ran up to his mother, his big, round, dark eyes darting around, and he could tell that she was in a bad mood.

Jiang Du looked at his father with reproach. How could his mother be so unhappy after taking him out?

"It's almost one o'clock in the morning, why aren't you asleep yet?" Shen Xi let go of Jiang Ci's hand, squatted down, and patted the little boy's head at eye level.

Jiang Du blinked and said sweetly, "Because I miss you, I can't sleep, so I'm waiting for you to come back here."

Jiang Ci nodded.

Yes, I'm waiting for 'you' instead of 'you all'.

Shen Xi opened her eyes wide, picked up the child, and kissed his little face, which was even whiter than a girl's. "Let's go. Since you behaved so well today, you should be rewarded handsomely. So... tonight you're granted a special pardon and will sleep with me."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jiangdu blushed, her face turning red, even down to her neck.

Xiao Jiangdu wrapped his arms around Shen Xi's neck, leaned in, and whispered in Shen Xi's ear.

"I've never slept in the same bed with my mom before."

Jiang Du used to even wonder if his mother didn't like him much when he was born.

But now that melancholy has dissipated, and Jiang Du is overjoyed. His mother, who used to be so cold and heartless, has changed. She is no longer cold, but her eyes are filled with love and equality.

Xiaoman had a big smile on her face.

Jiang Ci lowered his head, his eyes softening as he looked at the woman. Her eyes were bloodshot. His gaze darkened slightly as he gently patted the child's head and reminded him...

"It's getting late, stop dawdling here, go back and wash up and get some rest."

……

In the still of the night, a woman in an old warehouse had her mouth covered with black duct tape and her hands and feet tied to a chair.

Jiang Po sat at the door with his legs crossed, looking very imposing.

Zhang Zhaodi's eyes were lifeless. She stared blankly at the dilapidated ceiling, and for some reason, she suddenly remembered what that woman had said outside the Shen family manor.

"Did you transmigrate into a book or were you reborn?"

"I was also reborn."

Zhang Zhaodi snapped back to reality in an instant. Her eyes sharpened, her gaze turning icy cold, and she trembled all over.

Something's wrong with her!!!

Shen Xi is lying!!

Zhang Zhaodi's face contorted in the darkness, her teeth clenched, wishing she could pounce on Shen Xi right now, tear off a piece of her flesh, and chew her up alive.

"Shen Xi, how dare you lie to me!!"

That Shen Xi is the same Shen Xi from the original book. When she rushed out of that flower garden, she saw the young master of the Jiang family standing behind her, as if he was there to support her.

Later, when she rushed in front of Shen Xi, Jiang Ci's first reaction was to stand in front of her!

They don't seem unfamiliar at all; they're way too familiar with each other!

Zhang Zhaodi grew angrier the more she thought about it. She seemed possessed, convinced those things were rightfully hers, and she screamed wildly.

"Guards, let me out! Let me out!!!"

"Hey you outside, kidnapping is illegal! You're breaking the law!! I'm going to sue you!!!"

Jiang Po remained seated outside the door, as steady as an old dog, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, without even a furrow of his brow.

He picked at his ear. After all these years, the people locked up inside haven't even thought of changing their rhetoric. How boring.

Jiang Po put the cigarette back in his left hand, stood casually at the door of the wooden house, and spoke slowly to the people inside.

“Our boss said long ago that we would let you go whenever you were willing to tell the truth. We live in a society governed by law, and I am a law-abiding citizen.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhaodi looked at the tightly bound ropes binding her body and instantly broke down, unleashing a torrent of curses without hesitation.

"Go to hell with your law-abiding citizen status! Don't you want to see what's strapped to my body?!"

Jiang Po, standing outside the door, raised an eyebrow.

He held up a cigarette in his right hand and spoke into the room.

"Madam, don't curse someone's mother. Respect the rules, everyone."

What's more, he doesn't have a mother yet.

Then the cursing inside became even fiercer, enough to make Jiang Po, a man with impotence, feel like he was being beaten down to the point of being less than human.

Jiang Po listened with great interest. How could there be so many different kinds of insults? He thought he'd learn one of them and go back to curse another brother surnamed Jiang.

Finally, three hours passed.

Jiang Po never heard her repeat a single word.

This girl is truly amazing!

Jiang Po's 'admiration' outside was something Zhang Zhaodi inside was completely unaware of. She was cursing so hard her throat was dry, and she felt her lips were cracked and peeling.

Zhang Zhaodi licked her lips, trying to make herself look less sickly and unsightly.

She was indignant, and the only thing that could move on her body, her eyes, were bloodshot and bulged outwards in a terrifying way.

Shen Xi actually dared to lie to me! She actually dared to lie to me!!

She knew she was a hypocrite!

Nothing in the book is real. She is the true heiress of the Shen family; she is the woman who deserves the most love in the world!

Shen Xi is nothing, yet she stole the home that originally belonged to her!

They stole everything that belonged to her!!

Her resentment seemed to break through the heavenly secrets at this moment.

—Sizzle sizzle

—Sizzle sizzle

A faint, struggling sound, like electricity, rang out.

But soon, as the woman's resentment and insults grew louder, the faint static sound became increasingly louder.

Zhang Zhaodi, why are you crying?

Zhang Zhaodi's ferocious face froze instantly; she was momentarily dazed.

Who is Zhang Zhaodi?!

Who is Zhang Zhaodi?!

The mere mention of that name instantly transported her back to that cold winter, when she knelt in the snow, hoping a passerby would give her some money.

She seemed to feel the chill of that night.

She screamed in a bloodcurdling shriek, "Who is Zhang Zhaodi? Who are you calling? My name isn't Zhang Zhaodi at all! My name is Shen Lu, and I'm the daughter of the Shen family in the capital!!!"

The aged voice seemed to chuckle.

The sound was undoubtedly grating to Zhang Zhaodi's ears; it was a helpless roar and rage.

"What are you laughing at?! I'm asking you, what are you laughing at?!"

That laugh seemed to shatter the illusion Zhang Zhaodi had woven for herself for so long. She was bewildered and helpless, her lips trembling white. "My name isn't Zhang Zhaodi! I'm not an unwanted child! I'm not a beggar! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!!!"

She said "I'm not" three times in a row, trying to hide her humble and cowardly heart, even though she had lived proudly and recklessly as Shen Lu for so long.

But when she recalled the name Zhang Zhaodi, it was like an ugly monster whose ugly and dirty exterior had been stripped away and thrown in front of the public in full view of everyone.

"Look at that person, who actually dares to dream of becoming a young lady overnight."

"A pheasant dreams of becoming a phoenix on a branch? What a pipe dream she's having!"

"How ridiculous!"

Zhang Zhaodi wished she could hide under that dilapidated bed. Her eyes were lifeless. "Kill me. I don't want to live anymore. I just want a better life. What's wrong with that?"

My child, you are not wrong. The world is wrong. As long as we overthrow this so-called perfect world, we can become the masters of the world.

Its voice was seductive, like a perfect antidote offered to Zhang Zhaodi: "You are the female lead, the undisputed female lead."

Come, let's continue to work together to change this world. We are the true saviors. Those ignorant common people have no idea what true perfection is.

It's not sweetness, it's... death.

Zhang Zhaodi asked,

"Dear God, what can I do?"

You can do whatever you want.

……

When Shen Xi realized that Jiang Du was clearly not right, it was just dawn. In her sleep, she felt as if she were surrounded by a furnace, and the heat made her feel flustered and uneasy.

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection between mother and son, but Shen Xi was suddenly awakened.

A strange panic gripped her heart. When she pulled back the covers, the boy who had been hiding underneath seemed to sense something. He remained obedient and sensible, his eyes glazed over, and he mumbled words of comfort to Shen Xi.

"Mom, please continue to rest. I'm fine."

This statement is no different from burying one's head in the sand.

The little boy's originally fair face had turned bright red, and not a single part of his body was his original color. The redness on his face was all over his body, and you could even feel that the child was still radiating heat.

Shen Xi touched the child's forehead with trembling hands; it was burning hot.

In a panic, she picked up the child, not even having time to put on her shoes, and ran outside, shouting, "Jiang Ci, Jiang Ci, wake up, drive to the hospital..."

The east room on the second floor lit up instantly. Jiang Ci, dressed in gray pajamas, saw Shen Xi holding the child, looking terrified and with tears in her eyes.

"Jiang Ci, Xiaoman is sick..."

He strode towards her, scooped up the child, turned back and patted Shen Xi's shoulder gently.

"It's alright. Xiaoman probably caught a cold and developed a fever from sitting outside at night. The family doctor will be here soon."

Everyone in the villa was instantly awakened. Butler Li, without even having time to change into his suit and work clothes, rushed out, looking at the child with concern.

"Young Master, Young Madam, what's wrong?"

Shen Xi gradually calmed down, her hands behind her back still trembling, and she tried her best to keep her voice steady.

"Sorry, Uncle Li, it's still early. We've disturbed you. You should go back and rest. We'll keep watch here."