Chapter 1: Crossing over is trendy

  The second before, Wei Hong clearly remembered himself in the southwest science and technology company headquarters, with the Chinese district executive director discussing this quarter's business. Just as they were talking about the key point, a sudden explosion sounded, and the next second, Wei Hong opened his eyes to find himself sitting stupidly on a wooden bed, covered with a quilt full of patches. Beside him sat a girl, who stared at him with her mouth agape, her eyes filled with incredulity and unease.

  Wei Hong's head was a bit muddled, and it seemed like he had just experienced an explosion. If he were injured, as the project manager, he would definitely be sent to the city hospital's intensive care unit at the first moment. However, no matter how he looked at the house in front of him, it couldn't be associated with the word "hospital room". Since this wasn't a hospital room, where was he? And who was the woman in front of him? A series of questions floated in Wei Hong's mind.

  Just as Wei Hong was thinking hard about the answer to the question, the girl in front of him spoke up.

  "Husband, you...you're awake?!" The girl covered her mouth with one hand, and her voice trembled violently due to being too shocked, if not listened carefully, it would be hard to tell what she was saying.

  Husband? Hearing this title, Wei Hong couldn't help but be stunned. He was a golden bachelor who would only be passionate with women for three days at most, and after that, they would go their separate ways, each finding their own mother. He never took love seriously and didn't even have a girlfriend, so how did he suddenly become a husband?

  However, the girl in front of me is quite pretty, about 165 cm tall, with a goose egg face, willow leaf eyebrows, apricot kernel eyes, and skin color between white and yellow. It seems that she has been exposed to wind and sun for many years, and her skin care is somewhat disappointing, but even so, it's enough to score 90 points.

  Wei Hong was still in shock and hadn't come back to himself, he didn't respond, just staring blankly at the girl in front of him.

  The girl also looked at Wei Hong, and after a moment, she stretched out her small hand to touch Wei Hong's cheek. When the icy small hand touched Wei Hong's fiery cheek, the girl's face changed from shock to delight, and finally became overjoyed. Without caring whether Wei Hong agreed or not, she threw herself into his arms: "This isn't a dream, wu wu wu, husband, you've finally woken up! Wan Niang has finally made it through!"

  Wei Hong felt a bit awkward, although he had been with countless women, he had never seen one as proactive as this. As he felt the soft and boneless body of Wan Niang, his heart began to beat faster. He wanted to push her away, but she held him tightly and refused to let go. Helpless, Wei Hong could only let Wan Niang have her way. Since he was powerless to resist, he might as well quietly enjoy it...

  Wan Niang buried her head in Wei Hong's chest and sobbed, the sticky mixture of tears and snot wetting a large area of his chest. Wei Hong was stunned, when did he have an affair with this woman called Wan Niang? He had no memory of it at all.

  Wei Hong is most proud of his memory, as long as he has had a relationship with a woman, no matter how short or long, Wei Hong can remember her, but strangely, he has no memories related to this Wan Niang.

  At the mercy of Wei Wan's arrangements, Wei Hong began to take stock of the room he was in. The room was very small, no more than ten square meters. The walls were covered with mildew due to dampness. There was hardly any furniture inside, just a small dining table, two small stools, and the broken wooden bed under Wei Hong's buttocks. On the north wall hung something like a calendar, its style was very ancient, there were no beautiful women on it, only dense and tiny characters. Wei Hong took a closer look, this one glance was not good, it directly scared Wei Hong out of his wits.

  Only a small horizontal inscribed board was seen, clearly written on it: Zhenguan 5 years...

  Is it the fifth year of Zhenguan now? Although Wei Hong's history is not good, he still knows about the governance of Zhenguan. That was the era of Li Shimin, who was born in 599 AD, and I was born in the 1980s, which is more than 1,300 years apart.

  At this thought, Wei Hong's head buzzed, damn it, I shouldn't have time-traveled, right?! Wasted a lifetime, and now I've finally caught up with the trend!

  After a brief stunned and extremely shocked, Wei Hong took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Having been a project manager for so many years, he had always relied on his ability to remain calm in the face of crisis and adapt to changing circumstances. Even though this time's crisis was frightening, Wei Hong refused to let it get him flustered.

  When I was in school, the teacher always said "the sea of books is boundless, learning has no end". Wei Hong always thought the teacher was talking nonsense. Now Wei Hong feels very ashamed because what the teacher said wasn't wrong at all. At work, he read a lot about time-traveling and now it's useful. According to what Wei Hong learned from the internet, there are two ways of time-traveling: one is physical time-traveling and the other is soul time-traveling. Feeling Wan Niang's soft body, Wei Hong is certain that he is a soul time-traveler and has traveled into the body of some unlucky guy in ancient times.

  Since it's a soul transfer, he should have inherited the memories of his predecessor. Wei Hongxue tried to recall his own memories in his physical body, but after half a day, he couldn't get any leads. It seems that knowledge from books can't be fully trusted either.

  At this time, Wan Niang's crying had stopped, and she slowly moved away from Wei Hong's chest, wiping the tears on her face, staring at Wei Hong with a look of joy that was beyond words.

  Looking at Wan Niang's complex eyes with various emotions intertwined, Wei Hong sighed silently in his heart. Wei Hong was not the kind of person who liked to intrude on others' families, nor was he a wife controller. Other people's wives were ultimately other people's, and it was better for him not to get involved. However, looking at Wan Niang's heartbreaking eyes, Wei Hong felt somewhat lacking in confidence. Wan Niang? Madam? Dear? Wife? Despite the numerous question marks in his mind, Wei Hong remained calm, relying on his exceptional information-gathering ability to think of a most suitable form of address: "Wan Niang..."

  This gentle wife didn't cry out loud, but once she did, things would get worse. The gentle wife who had just stopped crying suddenly burst into tears again, and they flowed out like a floodgate had opened. If the gentle wife said something, Wei Hong could try to comfort her, but she refused to say anything, only sobbing uncontrollably, leaving Wei Hong at a loss: "I... I'm saying, don't cry, why are you crying all of a sudden..."

  Wan Niang lowered her head, constantly wiping away tears, but the speed of wiping was not as fast as crying, and her face was always wet: "Husband, don't worry, Wan Niang's tears are tears of joy. Every day, I burn incense and pray to Buddha for you in my heart, expecting you to wake up soon. The gods in heaven seem to have heard Wan Niang's prayers, and let me wait until this day. Wuuu, Wan Niang has finally made it through."

  Wake up early? This is obviously not Weihong's experience, nor should it be a question he asks himself, otherwise it will only lead to more problems due to this pivot. Although all of this is so unfamiliar, Weihong's mind is very clear, instinctively rejecting the idea of making a 'simple' transmigration even more complicated.