Chapter Sixteen: The Official Start of Reality

  （1）

  It's a good day. Everyone thinks so, because the young master who had been in a coma for nearly three months finally woke up, although it is said that his mind is still dazed, but it is much better than lying in bed like a vegetable every day - or perhaps it can be said to be a vegetable person's daily injection of nutrient solution.

  Is it because he married a new daughter-in-law that there is really an effect? People are amazed, and Old Master Yu's side can't close their mouths. Although she is the daughter of the housekeeper, this identity is indeed not high-class, but at least they have seen the effect. It turns out that the dream prophecy was correct, no wonder people say that believing in ghostly theories has its benefits.

  Yu Chen's awakening news was brought by Zhen Aunt. In fact, after signing the contract, Zhen Aunt had moved Yu Chen to her own home. Mr. Yu didn't say much about this, after all, Yu Chen had fallen ill at home, and it could be said that the feng shui might not have been suitable, so changing places was also good. It's strange that after signing the marriage contract and changing places, the effect was indeed obvious, and in just one day, the person woke up.

  "Hurry up and send someone to bring him back!" Old Master Yu shouted repeatedly, "Tell them to be careful, don't let him bump into anything again!"

  After a string of hustle and bustle, Yu Chen was finally taken back to the Yu residence. Seeing his son being helped out of the car by the servants, Old Master Yu was overjoyed and rushed over with feet barely touching the ground.

  Yu Chen's expression was numb, without any expression, as if he had been forcibly given a tranquilizer. From the moment he got out of the car to when he walked into his house, his eyes were unfocused and his gaze was scattered, even his footsteps seemed to be moving involuntarily, as if they were not under the control of his brain.

  "What's going on? Why is it still like this after waking up?" Master Yu looked at him for a long time, seeing that Yu Chen had no reaction, and anxiously raised his head to ask Nurse Zhen.

  "Today, as soon as I entered the house, the young master was sitting on the bed. At that time, I saw that the young master didn't seem to be in good spirits, thinking that he must have been unconscious for too long and wasn't used to it yet, with so many people making a racket around him."

  Master Yu nodded, "You're right, let's help the young master upstairs and let him calm down for a bit. Oh, and also please call over those professors we invited earlier to take a look."

  Zhen Yi responded with a sound, came over to help Yu Chen walk up to the second floor. After leaving everyone's line of sight, she let go of Yu Chen's hand, looked at her watch, and saw that the tranquilizer would wear off in half an hour.

  Yu Chen sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his hair a bit long and slightly covering his eyes. In fact, he was also a quite handsome young man, but because of the torment in his dreams, he had become pale and thin, giving off an uncomfortable sickly feeling. Zhen Ni stared at him for a while, smiled, "Young Master Yu, please don't blame me, your family owes us Dreamweavers too much, since you don't want to return it voluntarily, we have no choice but to come and take it ourselves."

  （2）

  The phone vibrated slightly, and the pale-faced girl picked it up, a message from her mother.

  She glanced at the tall and straight man standing in front of the window, whose lips curled up slightly to form a perfect arc. "What did she say?"

  "Uh-huh, it's about Yu Chen," said Zhen Tianqi. "Yu Chen's medicine will lose its effect in half an hour."

  The man shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable, "When I heard that Yu Chen was about to die, I really felt a heartfelt sense of relief."

  "It seems they also owe you a lot." Zhen Tianqi smiled and then stood up, "Nice doing business with you."

  The man looked at the girl's slender wrist and the faintly visible blue veins on it, his fingers gently stroked it, then grasped that slightly cool hand, "Nice to work with you."

  （3）

  Zhen's aunt went downstairs when Mr. Yu was on the phone, speaking in a somewhat anxious and flustered tone.

  "No matter what method you use, you must cure it!" Old Master Yu Guang hung up the phone and saw Zhen's aunt, "Has it been sent?"

  "Yes." Aunt Zhen replied. "I'll think about it for a while and then go back, and bring Little Yu over too."

  Yu Lao Ye nodded, "You should have come together earlier. Now go, don't waste any more time."

  Aunt Zhen nodded and turned to leave, as she walked out of the gate, her eyes caught a glimpse of a black Land Rover parked by the gate, its windows were tinted dark, making it impossible to see inside.

  "Hmph, as expected of the Yu family, their cars are indeed top-notch. However... A sly smile spread across her lips, all of this would soon be hers. There was still half an hour to go, and there were many things that needed to be taken care of, it was just the right opportunity to leave this place and avoid being implicated when Yu Chen got into trouble."

  The figure gradually left the line of sight, a man pushed open the car door, tailored suit, straight body shape, the man took off his sunglasses, slightly narrowed his eyes to look at Yu's residence, then stepped out of the car.

  The maid carried the milk to the second floor, and before she left, Mrs. Zhen had instructed her to deliver it again in half an hour. She rolled her eyes, anyway, the young master wouldn't drink it, why bother so much. Originally, the young master was so delicate, but now he's been messed up like a skull, making her feel suffocated whenever she sees him.

  She came to the door of the young master's room and first put her ear close to the door to listen. There was no sound, and she estimated that he was still in a daze. So she didn't knock on the door either, and turned the handle to walk in.

  The young master is not in the bedroom, and the maid puts down the cup in confusion. Has he gone to the study?

  A room empty and spacious.

  The young master is not in.

  The window of the study was open, and books were scattered all over the floor in a messy manner. The whole room was in disarray. But these are not the point, the point is -

  Yu Chen is gone.