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DLSRWAR Chapter 2 Rebirth and now Wife is Gone 2
Ye Hancheng woke up in the hospital, only to find his big brother sitting on the sofa, engrossed in a stack of documents delivered by his secretary.
Glancing around the room, Ye Hancheng asked, “Where’s Mianmian?”
He’d been in a car accident and was now in the hospital, yet his wife wasn’t here?
Could she have gone off somewhere to cry in secret?
Hearing that his brother’s first words upon waking were about someone named Mianmian, Ye Zhizhou looked up, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Who’s Mianmian?”
Ye Hancheng replied naturally, “My wife, of course.”
The look he gave Ye Zhizhou seemed to say: Brother, are you so buried in work that you’ve forgotten about my wife?
A sharp glint flashed in Ye Zhizhou’s eyes as he closed the file in his hands and stood up, walking out of the room.
Ye Hancheng was puzzled by his brother’s behavior for a couple of seconds. Then he began rummaging through the hospital bed, finally finding his phone under the pillow.
But when he saw the phone case…
Ye Hancheng’s gaze froze, and an inexplicable thought crossed his mind. The moment he turned on the phone screen, his suspicion was confirmed.
The lock screen on his phone should have been a custom chibi artwork of him and Mianmian that he’d commissioned from an online artist.
But the lock screen on this phone was from One Piece.
Then he checked the date—
June 30th, 201X.
Seven years ago!
He had been reborn?
But… where was his wife?
When Ye Zhizhou returned, he brought a team of doctors with him. He ordered them to examine Ye Hancheng again, with particular focus on his head.
Because he suspected his brother might have brain damage.
Ye Hancheng, like a puppet, allowed the doctors to conduct their tests, while only one thought occupied his mind: This is a loss. I’ve been reborn, but I’ve lost my wife.
The doctor concluded, “President Ye, the young master’s body is fine. He just needs to stay for observation for another two days before he can be discharged.”
Ye Zhizhou nodded slightly. “Thank you.”
After the doctors and nurses left, Ye Zhizhou noticed the complicated and slightly troubled expression on his brother’s face. In a cold, composed tone, he asked, “Do you know who I am?”
Ye Hancheng cast a sidelong glance at his brother. “I didn’t lose my memory.”
“Good.” Ye Zhizhou’s eyes briefly flickered with something cold before he picked up the coat draped over the sofa and the files on the table. “I’m heading to the office. Aunt Wen will be here soon.”
“Go do your work. I’m fine,” Ye Hancheng replied, leaning back against the headboard. His sharp, chiseled features made him strikingly handsome.
But as Ye Zhizhou looked at the white bandage wrapped around his brother’s head, he couldn’t help but think that his already less-than-brilliant brother might have sustained even more damage from the blow to his head.
He decided that it might be best to have a neurology expert examine Ye Hancheng’s brain another day.
After Ye Zhizhou left, Ye Hancheng, who had been acting so composed, suddenly let his expression darken. He flipped through his phone thoroughly, repeatedly confirming that he had indeed been reborn.
And that his wife was indeed gone.
In other words, he was now single.
Ye Hancheng thought back to his life as a single man—carefree and full of freedom.
He could come home whenever he wanted, and there was no need to compete with the dog for food…
With his hands behind his head, Ye Hancheng sighed contentedly. “Being single isn’t so bad.”
As for his wife…
Well, they’d meet again in a few years. There was no need to rush.
…
The next day, Qin Yumian personally escorted Qin Xian to Sangchu—Sangcheng’s middle school.
The teenage boy lazily slung his backpack over one shoulder, his school uniform worn haphazardly, with the zipper pulled halfway up. The sleeves were rolled up carelessly, forming messy creases that revealed tattoo stickers on his arms.
“Hey, Qin Yumian, I’m already at the school gate. You’re not seriously planning to walk me to my classroom, are you?” Qin Xian yawned lazily. “You know the school doesn’t allow outsiders inside.”
The girl ahead of him turned around. Her large, clear eyes, sharply contrasting in black and white, fixed on him without so much as a blink. Slowly and deliberately, she spoke, “If you dare skip class again, I will break your legs.”
Qin Xian: “…”
Qin Xian had no reason to think that Qin Yumian was joking with him; she was perfectly capable of following through on her threats. After all, last time, she had dislocated his arm without hesitation!
With a slight frown, Qin Xian responded impatiently, “Got it.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the boy shoved his hands into his pockets and swaggered into the school.
It wasn’t until his figure disappeared from sight that Qin Yumian turned and left. She had to get to school too.
Sangcheng was a small town with only one middle school and two high schools.
Qin Yumian attended Sangcheng No. 2 High School, which had the lowest graduation rate in town. The school lacked both strong faculty and financial resources, making it much more rundown compared to the prestigious No. 1 High School on the east side.
Unlike the grand and imposing No. 1 High School—where the moment you entered the gate, you were greeted by a stone monument engraved with the school’s motto—No. 2 High School had nothing of the sort. The school’s facilities were basic at best, and their sports field had only been completed last year.
By the time Qin Yumian arrived in her classroom, it was already quite late, but the teacher had not yet arrived. The classroom was still buzzing with noise and chatter.
A boy with a buzz cut sat in the front row, engrossed in a game on his phone. He glanced up briefly when she walked in. “Hey, sports rep1, could you wipe the blackboard?”
The student on duty yesterday had forgotten to clean the blackboard, which was still covered in the scrawled notes left by the Chinese teacher.
It wasn’t a difficult task, so without making a fuss, Qin Yumian looked around for the blackboard eraser. When she couldn’t find it, she simply grabbed a damp cloth and wiped the board clean.
Afterward, she walked over to her seat in the third row by the window and sat down.
Her desk mate, a girl with bleached blonde hair, was scrolling through entertainment gossip on her phone while munching on spicy snacks. She casually asked Qin Yumian, “Want some, sports rep?”
Qin Yumian shook her head. “No, thanks. Where’s the homeroom teacher?”
Hao Jiajia shrugged. “No idea, probably stuck in traffic again.”
Their class was notorious as the worst in No. 2 High School, so much so that even their homeroom teacher had given up on them, considering them a hopeless cause.
“Stuck in traffic? More like she just doesn’t want to deal with our class anymore,” a boy in front of them turned around to say. “Rumor has it that Sun Erniang2 is planning to transfer to No. 1 High School. She’s been late a lot recently, probably because she’s busy with that.”
Sun Erniang was their nickname for the homeroom teacher, whose real name was Chen Lanping. She earned the nickname due to her bad temper and her resemblance to the Female Yaksha.
Hao Jiajia said, “So, does that mean she won’t be our teacher next semester?”
The boy in the front row nodded. “That’s probably the case.”
“That’s just fine. I don’t like her either,” Hao Jiajia remarked, wrinkling her nose.
Chen Lanping was quite superficial, only paying attention to students from wealthy families or those with good grades. To her, other students were nothing more than hopeless cases, hardly worth her notice.
Qin Yumian didn’t join their discussion. After setting down her backpack, she took out a comic book she had bought from a secondhand book stall and began reading.
The boy in the front row poked her. “Sports rep, stop reading. How about we play some cards?”
Zhao Qian, who was playing a game with headphones on in the seat behind, looked up and laughed. “Yang Mao, are you really going to play cards with the sports rep? Wasn’t it you who yelled ‘I’m an idiot’ ten times last time?”
Yang Mao: “…”
Yang Mao pulled out a deck of cards with a determined look. “Today, I’m going to redeem myself.”
Qin Yumian slid the comic book into her desk and smiled. “How about the loser has to run around the sports field shouting ‘You’re my dad’?”
Hao Jiajia’s eyes widened. “Fuck, that’s ruthless.”
It was also pretty humiliating.
Zhao Qian stuffed his phone into his pocket. “Count me in.”
Yang Mao gritted his teeth. “Best of three.”
…
Author’s Note: The male lead isn’t foolish; he’s just a bit… silly (?), while the female lead is subtly scheming, warm on the outside but cold on the inside.
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TL/N:
eness[Translator]
Aiming to share all the good things~