Lin Qiong stood in front of the sink, looking at his reflection in the mirror, with a face almost identical to his past life.
He fell into deep thought for a moment.
Then, he suddenly realized, could he be the chosen one?
With the same name, same surname, and even the same appearance, there was no one else who fit the criteria. Fortunately, being as clever as he was, he had already read and memorized the entire book from the moment he saw the cannon fodder's name.
Then, Lin Qiong lowered his head and smiled shyly.
He truly was a clever little ghost.
Just as Lin Qiong finished washing his hands and was about to leave, he heard the gasping voice of Fu Jinghong, who had fallen to the ground. "You can go, I don't blame you. I only blame myself for not being able to keep you. But I want to know why you changed your mind so quickly."
From childhood to adulthood, Fu Xingyun always surpassed him in every aspect, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bridge the gap between them. He had thought that now that Fu Xingyun was disabled, he would become the one in power.
However, to his surprise, the other person still crushed him beneath their feet.
Although he had only intended to use Lin Qiong to deal with Fu Xingyun and didn't have any real feelings for him, Fu Jinghong couldn't help but feel resentful at the fact that in the end, Lin Qiong chose Fu Xingyun. He couldn't understand where he had lost.
Was he really inferior to a cripple?
Lin Qiong glanced back at him and then felt a bit embarrassed. "Actually, I'm someone who follows my feelings."
Fu Jinghong: ?
Lin Qiong: "I feel that you're not worthy of me."
Fu Jinghong: ...
After a while, when the other person walked out of the restroom, Fu Jinghong gradually managed to climb up from the ground. He touched his painful lip and took out his phone to make a call. "Retrieve all the surveillance footage from the church today and give me a copy."
By the time Lin Qiong came out, the wedding was almost coming to an end, and many guests were starting to leave.
Looking at some rich second-generation individuals with torn shirts or missing buttons on their jackets, Lin Qiong shook his head. They weren't even on par with the old man who collected junk downstairs from his family's building.
During the period when Lin Qiong was sleeping on the streets, he lost his job due to debt collectors, and he even considered collecting junk for a living. However, the old man who collected junk claimed that those few trash cans were his daily pickings, and he asked for compensation of 3,800 yuan.
...There are always more problems than solutions, but it seemed that this saying was the opposite for Lin Qiong.
As he walked back along the corridor, many people stared at him, but he paid no attention and continued walking on his own.
As he arrived back at the entrance of the banquet hall, he saw a wealthy second-generation individual limping towards him. He muttered curses under his breath, "Damn it, I thought I could witness a good show with that crippled bastard, but it was a waste of my time." He complained, "And I don't even know where the hell my shoe is, it got kicked off by some dog." His casual remarks had led him into a confrontation.
Even though there were only a few people from the side of Fu Xingyun's relatives and friends, once he got involved in the brawl, he fought indiscriminately, hitting anyone in his way. When he regained his senses, he realized that he was missing one of his shoes.
The wealthy young man, limping as he walked, looked up and noticed the young man standing not far away, along with the shoe near his feet.
Lin Qiong may be poor, but he had exceptionally good looks, which was why he was accepted by the orphanage in the first place.
The wealthy young man stroked his chin, surprised that the disabled Fu Xingyun had such good luck to be accompanied by such a little beauty.
In the next moment, the young man looked up, and they had an unexpected and sudden eye contact.
The wealthy young man quickly straightened his posture, thinking that if they had made eye contact, perhaps he could invite the other person over to have some fun.
Lin Qiong glanced at him and then looked down at the shoe not far from his feet. A pure and innocent smile appeared on his face.
The wealthy young man swallowed nervously.
In the next moment, the graceful young man bent his knee and kicked the shoe by his feet, sending it flying.
Whoosh!
The shoe flew a perfect distance and landed right at the entrance of the hall.
Lin Qiong took a step forward, and the wealthy young man tried to reach out to grab him, but the young man swiftly turned and evaded, disappearing in a flash.
"..."
Lin Qiong glanced at him and said, "You're welcome, it's the least I can do."
The wealthy young man: ...
"You..."
Lin Qiong continued, "Lei Feng."
(A/N: Lei Feng is slang for anyone who is selfless or anyone who goes out of their way to help others.)
"..." The wealthy young man, infuriated by the shoe now two meters farther, glared at Lin Qiong and hobbled away.
Lin Qiong returned to the front of the hall, and Ji Yaoy noticed him and hurried over.
She glanced around and leaned in, speaking mysteriously in his ear, "Why did you take so long in the restroom?"
Lin Qiong was about to answer when he heard Ji Yao say, "Did you have constipation?"
"..."
Lin Qiong replied, "I just helped out a troubled young man."
Ji Yao said, "I didn't expect you to be so kind-hearted."
Lin Qiong replied, "It was a small gesture."
Ji Yao was the first friend he made after transmigrating into this world, and Lin Qiong chatted with her like a little bird chirping.
In the process, he also tried to find out the preferences or dislikes of the antagonist, so as to avoid stepping on any landmines during their confrontations.
Who would have thought that just as he was asking a few questions, Ji Yao said, "Why bother mentioning men to a sister?"
Lin Qiong: ...
Before parting ways, Ji Yao shook her phone in front of him and said, "Let's stay in touch."
Lin Qiong extended his small hand and made a slight OK gesture.
Lin Qiong took a deep breath and turned around, only to see Fu Xingyun sitting in a wheelchair not far away, looking at him. Fortunately, he had gotten used to being stared at, so he didn't appear as tense this time.
Most of the people in the hall had left, so Lin Qiong approached and started pushing Fu Xingyun's wheelchair. "Let's go home," he said.
Fu Xingyun glanced at him but didn't say anything. Fu Xingyun didn't have any favorable impressions of Lin Qiong.
Fu Xingyun found the significant change in the other person's behavior to be abnormal. After all, unusual behavior often indicated hidden intentions. He didn't know what caused such a drastic change, but he didn't really care. As long as the other person didn't cause any trouble for him, he would treat them like air and ignore them completely. There was no need for any verbal communication.
That is until Lin Qiong pushed him in the direction of the restroom.
"..." Fu Xingyun spoke up, "You're going the wrong way."
His sudden voice startled Lin Qiong, making his heart skip a beat. He then looked at the 1000-meter runway, realizing he took the wrong path.
"Is there another way?" Lin Qiong asked.
Silence followed the question.
Then, in a cold and indifferent voice, Fu Xingyun replied, "Turn around."
"Oh, okay," Lin Qiong hurriedly led the way in the opposite direction, afraid of provoking him.
As a result, they still arrived at the restroom.
"..."
"..."
Lin Qiong scratched the back of his head sheepishly and said, "Sorry, I'm a bit out of it today."
Fu Xingyun looked up at him. Lin Qiong continued, "Love has clouded my mind."
Fu Xingyun let out a heavy sigh, causing Lin Qiong's heart to tremble.
Fu Xinyun raised one finger and pointed in a direction, and under the guidance of the other party, they quickly walked out of the church.
There was already a car waiting outside. The black vehicle drove through the streets, and Lin Qiong felt uneasy as if they were not in a car but on a pirate ship. At that moment, Lin Qiong felt like a dandelion about to be scattered by the wind, unsure of where to go or what to do.
The vehicle entered a residential area and soon came to a stop. Lin Qiong was the first to get out of the car and was taken aback by the sight of the mansion in front of him. His eyes were filled with surprise for a moment.
With the help of the driver, Fu Xingyun also got out of the car, and Lin Qiong regained his composure and pushed him forward into the mansion. The mansion occupied a large area, spacious enough even for a golf course.
The thought of living here in the future made Lin Qiong question himself inwardly.
Was he deserving of this?
Lin Qiong couldn't believe his eyes when he entered the foyer and discovered that there was an elevator in the house. Looking at the luxurious mansion, which reeked of the stench of capitalism, he silently wiped away the tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.
Fu Xingyun wasn't just any crazy old man; he was clearly his sugar daddy!
After entering the mansion, Fu Xingyun shook off Lin Qiong and took the elevator alone to the third floor. Lin Qiong sat on the sofa, recalling the plot of the book. In the book, after Fu Xingyun became disabled due to an accident, he was momentarily overshadowed by those in power. However, his father still had some conscience and didn't withhold money from him.
Even though Fu Xingyun had been relieved of his position in the company, he still had a substantial amount of savings to rely on.
Lin Qiong's little brain was immersed in deep thought. Running away now was not an option, as he looked at the wedding ring on his finger and let out a sigh.
It was both a sweet and heavy shackle.
After ten minutes of agonizing contemplation, Lin Qiong made a difficult decision.
Lin Qiong made up his mind to stay and accompany Fu Xingyun until the day he regained his strength. He planned to ask for a divorce on that day. This way, he could ensure his own safety and secure a substantial alimony payment after the divorce.
As long as he played the role of a "normal person" during the time Fu Xingyun pretended to be weak, refraining from mischief and scandal, he believed he could come out of this situation unscathed.
Lin Qiong stood up, feeling determined and ready to take action, like a young bird about to take flight. With the thought of the future alimony payment in mind, he felt a strong sense of professional ethics and decided to prioritize caring for his "old baby" now.
Gulu-
Lin Qiong: ...
Before he could take a step, his stomach growled loudly.
The sun was setting outside, and after being transported into the book, running two kilometers, and getting married, Lin Qiong hadn't had the time to eat a proper meal. He had already explored the entire mansion and realized that besides Fu Xingyun and himself, there was no third person in this household.
After becoming disabled, Fu Xingyun's temperament underwent a significant change, and later on, he also developed a mental illness.
Moreover, within this upper-class circle, there are various opinions regarding Fu Xingyun's drastic change in temperament after a setback.
The household staff also submitted their resignations one after another.
Undoubtedly, this is another mental blow to Fu Xingyun following his disability.
Lin Qiong shook his head as he recalled the plot in the book, then glanced in the direction of the upstairs.
Poor kid.
I wonder how he manages to eat every day.
Lin Qiong straightened his chest and walked into the kitchen, feeling quite tall at that moment. He rummaged through the refrigerator and was relieved to find some ingredients that were still fresh. After preparing the meal, Lin Qiong approached the elevator, ready to go upstairs and find Fu Xingyun.
"Please enter your fingerprint."
Lin Qiong's small mouth made an O-shape. This was quite advanced.
He raised his hand and pressed his finger in.
Beep! Wrong fingerprint.
"..."
Index finger, beep! Wrong fingerprint.
Middle finger, beep! Wrong fingerprint.
Beep! Beep! Beep...
After trying all ten fingers, Lin Qiong's eyes widened instantly, realizing that if he couldn't use the elevator, it meant he had to climb up the stairs.
Although it was unclear what his position was, Lin Qiong could be considered a nurse. He climbed the stairs in his slippers, making a "dada" sound. There were several rooms on the third floor, but fortunately, there was some noise coming from the room where Fu Xingyun was staying.
Lin Qiong approached and knocked on the door. "Mr. Fu... Xingyun, it's time for dinner!"