After Cheng Ji escaped, he rushed straight to the Fourth People’s Hospital, throwing his pride aside and making an appointment with the breast department.

The female doctor in the breast department, though not surprised, still looked at him amusingly for a moment and said, “This is an external injury, and there’s no proliferation. Why come to me?”

As soon as she said that, both the doctors and nurses in and outside the consultation room burst out laughing. Some even came over and touched the bewildered, handsome guy, taking advantage of him.

“If you notice sudden enlargement of your chest or abnormal lactation, you can come to me,” the female doctor finally reminded him.

Cheng Ji hurriedly left the breast department, his face burning with embarrassment, and went to see a surgeon. The surgeon didn’t say a word of unnecessary commentary and just prescribed antibiotics for an intravenous drip.

When he went to get the medicine, he found that the doctor had also prescribed anti-inflammatory ointment and KY lubricant. Not understanding, he went back to ask.

The doctor said, “Be careful with your sexual life.”

Cheng Ji replied, “I don’t have a sexual life.”

The doctor adjusted his glasses and said, “Young man, it’s a physiological need that everyone has. There’s nothing shameful about it. If you do it, then do it. But when it comes to same-sex partners, you need to be more careful because it’s easier to get hurt. You need to do enough warm-up beforehand, be mindful of hygiene afterward, don’t frequently change sexual partners, and always use a condom. Come on, let’s chant together: ‘Chaste and clean, with everyone’s help, condoms protect you, me, and him.’”

“But I really don’t have one,” Cheng Ji said. “Forget it.”

He was in a daze from the fever, and after taking the medicine, he went to the infusion room for an IV drip. After two bottles of saline solution, the temperature dropped a bit, and his spirits lifted, though his stomach was bloated, and he couldn’t eat anything.

By the time he left the hospital, it was already getting dark, and snow was falling outside.

He had checked the map. This place was slightly different from his previous world. Hong City was mostly southeast, by the river and the sea, with a mild climate. It wouldn’t snow until deep winter, but he happened to arrive at this time.

Where should he go next? Back to Mrs. Cheng’s side? That would put him right in front of Qi Beisong’s gunpoint. Staying outside would be too cold, and his fever hadn’t subsided.

He vaguely remembered that Cheng Ji and his mother had already bought a house for treatment, but they still needed a place to stay. If the place was rented, it would be hard to find, because he had gone through the original owner’s phone contacts, and there wasn’t a single number labeled “agent” or “landlord.”

He worried for a while but decided to head back to Changkang Hospital.

Though Mrs. Cheng was basically in a vegetative state, he still didn’t feel comfortable leaving her completely with strangers.

As he approached Changkang Hospital, he noticed that an armored Land Rover was still parked outside, indicating that Qi Beisong’s men hadn’t left yet. He stared at the car, which was dusted with snow, feeling very annoyed.

He suddenly remembered the name of this world and this book—Fierce Passion, Cruel Love, the Ex-Wife of the Rich Family. He didn’t know when Qi Beisong, from his luxurious family, would get tired of playing and bestow the good fortune of the ex-wife upon Cheng Ji, the young master.

It had been hard for Cheng Ji to survive this time, so he thought, at the very least, he should be able to fall in love and have a family.

Now, it was already the third day. It would probably be over soon. Just a couple more days, at most five, and Qi Beisong’s momentum would die down.

He had no idea that Qi Beisong’s drive wouldn’t fade, because that person never got emotionally involved. No matter how beautiful the woman, once he was done, he tossed her aside like a passing cloud. With his looks, background, and wealth, there was no one he couldn’t get.

But revenge, he would never slack off on that, because he had true feelings for it—love was true emotion, and hatred was also true emotion.

So now, his feelings toward Cheng Ji were especially sincere. He could even write poems about it, like how the snow lotus on the iceberg was a longing that endured.

Cheng Ji stood at the door of the hospital room, peeking inside. Sitting at Mrs. Cheng’s bedside was someone he didn’t recognize—someone other than the big idiot whose Bentley he had stolen.

He had seen this person twice: once outside the 388 private room and again yesterday morning in the elevator hall at the Fourth People’s Hospital.

So this was Qi Beisong’s personal bodyguard, the head of security.

This person looked tough. He wasn’t shorter than Qi Beisong, but his build was much bulkier. From the front, he almost looked like a wall.

Cheng Ji had two friends in his previous life who had this kind of physique. They were muscular from years of training, their weight mostly above 85 kilograms. If an average person got kicked by them, they’d fly across the room.

Fighting with such a person depended on the situation. If they had trained in martial arts, you had to be able to dodge, or else you’d get pummeled into the ground. If they hadn’t trained, only focused on lifting weights or showing off their chest muscles, you just needed to be a little more agile to overpower them.

Cheng Ji felt that in his past life, he could have overpowered him, but not now. Especially after the whole day’s feverish torture and after understanding his new body, he thought it was better not to provoke the head of security.

He was about to take a step away when suddenly, a patient’s family member shouted at him, “Hey, son of Bed 21, what are you standing here for?”

Bed 21 was Mrs. Cheng.

The head of security, Lei Jing, looked up at the sound and his gaze immediately locked on Cheng Ji at the door.

The patient’s family member kept rambling, “Hey, son of Bed 21, do you know that a handsome guy came to see you today? Who is he to you? Is he your friend? Will he come back tomorrow? If he does, I want to bring my niece over. What’s his name? How old is he?”

Cheng Ji didn’t care about his rambling, silently meeting Lei Jing’s gaze.

Lei Jing, who appeared to be in his early thirties, had a steady and calm demeanor. When he looked at people, there was an unconscious hint of scrutiny.

Suddenly, Cheng Ji took a few large steps into the room, sat down on an empty bed near him, and said, “I’m sick.”

“What?” Lei Jing asked.

“I have a fever. I just had two bottles of saline. My temperature is still 38.5°C,” Cheng Ji replied. “Please tell your Boss Qi to call a ceasefire for 24 hours. I’ll play with him once I feel better.”

It took Lei Jing more than a minute to process what Cheng Ji had said.

During that time, Cheng Ji observed Mrs. Cheng’s condition, then took off his shoes, removed his jacket, and lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket over himself to sleep.

“You’re sick?” Lei Jing asked.

“Mm,” Cheng Ji said with his eyes closed, “You can try feeling my forehead.”

Lei Jing replied, “No need.”

Patients were different from ordinary people, and Lei Jing could tell Cheng Ji wasn’t in good condition.

It was only then that Lei Jing finally got to meet the core of the storm.

He remembered Cheng Ji, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t connect the pale, delicate young man before him with the heavily made-up person he had seen before. He had a lot of questions, but before he could ask, Cheng Ji spoke first.

“Brother, what’s your surname?” Cheng Ji asked.

“Lei, Lei Jing.”

“Um,” Cheng Ji cracked open one eye, “If 24 hours of ceasefire isn’t possible, 10 hours will do. I just want to sleep. Please don’t report my whereabouts for now.”

“Oh, you sleep,” Lei Jing said involuntarily.

Yesterday, he had also seen that guy who borrowed the phone at the police station, and now he somewhat understood that person’s feelings. Cheng Ji’s request was hard to refuse. First, he had such an innocent face; second, his attitude was very straightforward. Saying “no” to him made Lei Jing feel guilty, and besides, his request was quite reasonable.

Cheng Ji turned over and fell asleep. Lei Jing, feeling conflicted, was about to leave, but at that moment, Qi Beisong called again and asked, “Has that guy, Cheng, come back?”

Lei Jing replied, “No.”

Qi Beisong said, “Then I’ll come and wait.”

“Ah,” Lei Jing said, suddenly flustered.

“Why?”

“I said, what if he doesn’t come back today?”

Lei Jing understood very well the behavior of his boss, but for the past two days, he couldn’t figure out what had gotten into him. If he didn’t say anything, it would be hard for others to ask.

Qi Beisong replied, “If he doesn’t come back today, I’ll wait until tomorrow. I don’t believe he can really let go of his mother.” After saying that, he hung up.

Lei Jing had no choice but to nudge Cheng Ji and say, “You should find another bed to sleep in. He’s coming.”

Cheng Ji, with a headache and still groggy, slowly sat up, supporting his head, and asked, “What does your Boss Qi want to do?”

“This is what I should be asking you,” Lei Jing replied. “What exactly did you do to him?”

Cheng Ji thought for a moment, smiled, revealing his small white teeth, and said, “I molested him.”

“Molested?” Lei Jing was speechless. “You actually dared to do that?”

“He brought it on himself.”

After gathering some strength, Cheng Ji finally lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and stumbled out of the room. As he reached the door, he turned around and said, “Lei-ge, thanks for looking after my mom today.”

Lei Jing didn’t respond, unsure of how to reply. Cheng Ji’s tone was so casual that it sounded like they had known each other for over ten years. Moreover, it wasn’t even Lei Jing who had been guarding Mrs. Cheng, but Wang Beifeng, that fool; Lei Jing had only just come to replace him ten minutes ago.

Cheng Ji left. The hospital had many empty beds, and since the management wasn’t as strict as in ordinary hospitals, it wasn’t hard to find a place to sleep.

Twenty minutes after he left, Qi Beisong arrived.

Lei Jing had been by his side for five years and had never seen him care this much for his own mother. He never expected him to direct such filial attention to someone else’s mother, coming to see her twice in one day.

Looking at him, walking through the snowstorm, his face full of determination and focus, Lei Jing couldn’t help but wonder what Cheng Ji had done to him. It couldn’t have been just ordinary molestation; it must have been something special.

As Qi Beisong approached, he coldly asked, “That person still hasn’t returned?”

Lei Jing replied, “No.”

Qi Beisong snorted, “Hmph, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. I don’t know which hole he’s hiding in, but it’s fine. I have patience. I’ll wait.”

He asked Lei Jing, “Have you found anything out?”

Lei Jing answered, “I’ve looked into everything I can about Cheng Ji—his household registration, social connections, credit records, and social media activity.”

“Anything interesting?”

Lei Jing said, “Nothing much. He’s just a poor kid from a single-parent family. But it seems he’s had no friends his whole life.”

Qi Beisong was surprised, “He’s so good-looking and still can’t make friends?”

Lei Jing glanced at him, thinking to himself, “You even admit that he’s good-looking.”

“He has a gloomy personality, doesn’t talk much, and has a weak presence. Half of his classmates in university didn’t even know him. Even his tutor had to look at the roll call to remember him, because he often skipped classes. He’s a day student, and last semester, he applied for a leave of absence,” Lei Jing said.

Was Cheng Ji gloomy?

No.

Was Cheng Ji weak in presence?

Definitely not. When he was on the attack, his presence was so strong it felt like he was going to eat people alive, and he looked even taller than he actually was.

So, it was strange. The whole situation was strange.

Lei Jing couldn’t help but ask, “Beisong, why are you so obsessed with him? What did he do to you?”

Qi Beisong said, “Lei-ge, next time you see him, try fighting him.”

“Hmm.”

“And then you’ll know what he did to me,” Qi Beisong said suddenly, with a fierce look. “Anyway, I’ll do whatever it takes to get this person.”

“And then?” Lei Jing asked.

Qi Beisong hadn’t thought about what would happen afterward. He casually said, “I’ll kill him.”

Looking around, he suddenly noticed a small plastic bag at the foot of the bed. Lei Jing, following his gaze, felt a jolt in his heart.

It was the bag that Cheng Ji had brought earlier. He had been so disoriented when he left that he forgot it, and Lei Jing hadn’t noticed it.

Qi Beisong took out a bottle of male lubricant and some anti-inflammatory ointment from the plastic bag. Fortunately, Cheng Ji had put the medical records, injection cards, and hospital receipts with time stamps in his down jacket pockets, or Lei Jing would have had a hard time explaining.

“Did he come back?” Qi Beisong asked.

“No,” Lei Jing said, forcing himself to be calm. “He left this morning.”

Qi Beisong poured out the contents of the bag onto the bed, his gaze dropping as he thought for a moment, then said, “Old Lei, it doesn’t matter if we can’t catch Cheng Ji for now. You and Wang Beifeng must keep an eye on him. If you don’t have enough people, I’ll send Chen Chuan and Zhao Jiary to help.”

Lei Jing silently waited for his next words.

“Don’t let him go sell himself,” Qi Beisong said, gritting his teeth. “He’s mine, my enemy. Only I can deal with him. Whoever dares to touch him will be going against me.”