Late at night, the cold wind, like a rampaging beast, howled across the vast land, its biting chill seeming to penetrate every crevice, bringing with it a flurry of ice and snow. The ice and snow, like pure white spirits, danced wildly in the air, gradually dressing the land in a new, silver-clad coat, making the entire World seem to fall into a quiet and cold slumber.
In the capital of the distant Eastern nation of Daxia, just beyond the Sixth Ring Road, nestled in a tranquil corner, stood a delicate little Villa. Bright lights streamed through the windows, gently spilling onto the snow outside, creating a stark contrast with the icy World beyond. Inside the house, it was warm as spring, with ample heating, as if it were another cozy haven separated from the World of ice and snow.
However, at this moment, a tense and anxious atmosphere permeated the Qin Villa. Mr. Qin and Li Mei, the elderly couple of the Qin, paced back and forth anxiously in their grandson's bedroom. It turned out that just today, the Qin's only third generation, their beloved thirteen-year-old grandson Qin Yu, had a severe argument with his father, who was far away in Free Country, after dinner. Overwhelmed, he unexpectedly suffered a heart attack.
Fortunately, his Grandma Li Mei, worried, went into the room to comfort her grandson and discovered it early. Filled with anxiety, she immediately called a Doctor from a nearby hospital for help. They had just finished the emergency rescue, and the elderly couple were now anxiously waiting for their grandson Qin Yu to wake up.
Mr. Qin, fifty-five years old, had lived in a privileged family environment since childhood, with ample nutrition, and even though he was advanced in age, he still looked burly and imposing. In his early years, he had served in the military, experienced life and death on the battlefield, and had shed the blood of enemies. At first glance, he naturally exuded the decisive and formidable aura of a superior.
But once he faced his grandson, Mr. Qin seemed to transform into a different person. The Qin family had a single heir for generations, so family members married very early, just like Mr. Qin and his son Qin Hao, who both married and had children in their early twenties. Because of this, the old man doted on Qin Yu, their only bloodline at present, with an immense and overflowing affection. Of course, Mr. Qin's doting on Qin Yu was not indiscriminate. On the contrary, the old man had always personally guided his grandson, teaching by example, solely to help Qin Yu establish correct values.
However, facing the increasingly sharp contradictions between his son and grandson, Mr. Qin also felt deeply helpless. After all, this was a family matter, just like the old saying, "Even an honest official cannot settle family disputes." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
Just then, Qin Yu, in his sleep, suddenly felt a strong nausea, a feeling of churning and vomiting, which abruptly woke him from his slumber. He groggily opened his eyes, and without time to think, he leaned over the bedside and vomited into the trash can. After he finished, he slowly raised his head, looking at the two elders who were handing him a Water cup and gently patting his back. He then looked around the luxuriously decorated room. For a moment, his mind was blank, completely bewildered, and a series of questions involuntarily popped into his head: Who am I? Where am I?
"Um, excuse me, who are you two, and where am I?" Qin Yu, bewildered and embarrassed, stammered.
Li Mei, who had been overjoyed by her grandson's safe awakening, felt as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning upon hearing this. She felt lightheaded and dizzy. Her grandson, whom she had painstakingly raised since childhood, didn't even recognize her. How could she accept this? Her body involuntarily swayed forward.
Mr. Qin, after all, was a man who had seen many storms. He reacted quickly, steadily supporting his wife, with whom he had shared many years. At the same time, he calmly instructed Zhang Li, the nanny who stood by, equally worried: "Xiao Zhang, have Li Hong prepare the car. I need to take Qin Yu to the hospital."
The Li Hong Mr. Qin mentioned was Li Hong. The nanny Zhang Li and the Driver Li Hong were a couple. Years ago, they came to the city from the Great West countryside with dreams of getting rich, enduring many hardships along the way. Fortunately, they met Mr. Qin and began working for the Qin, which has been fifteen or sixteen years now.
Li Hong had practiced martial arts since childhood, mastering the family's Eight Extremities Fist to an exquisite degree. Three to five regular soldiers would not be his match in close combat. On the surface, his identity was the Qin's Driver, but in reality, he was more like the Qin's bodyguard; the driving job was merely a sideline for him. Of course, the Qin had never mistreated the couple. Zhang Li and Li Hong's salaries were three times that of their peers, and not only were their food and lodging covered, but all expenses for their son Li Tian to attend school in the capital were also borne by the Qin.
Upon receiving the notification, Li Hong acted swiftly, preparing everything perfectly in less than three minutes. He drove Mr. Qin and Qin Yu to the hospital at the fastest possible speed. That night, Qin Yu was admitted to the hospital and immediately underwent a series of comprehensive and detailed examinations.
On the third day, the hospital provided a diagnosis: there were no major issues with Qin Yu's physical and mental state. As for his not recognizing his family, the Doctor speculated it might be due to severe stimulation to the brain, leading to amnesia. However, whether it was temporary or permanent amnesia could not yet be determined.
The chief neurosurgeon, Zhang Tianyou, was well-known in the capital for his superb medical skills. At this moment, he looked at Mr. Qin, who exuded an oppressive aura, and smiled bitterly, saying, "Mr. Qin, the current examination results show that Qin Yu's physical and mental states are within the normal range. As for the amnesia, I can only say I will do my best, and the rest will be up to fate. After all, in the medical field, no one can guarantee a hundred percent recovery of a patient's memory."
Mr. Qin nodded silently. Although somewhat unwilling, he understood that what the Doctor said was indeed reasonable. In this World, what Doctor would dare to pat his chest and guarantee a hundred percent cure for a patient? Especially amnesia, in a sense, it often means the patient's subconscious is unwilling to touch past memories, and it cannot be cured simply by taking some medicine. Fortunately, his grandson's life was not in danger. As long as he was okay, other things could be slowly figured out. Thinking this, Mr. Qin felt a little more relieved.
Meanwhile, Qin Yu, who had already transmigrated and was gradually adapting to this new environment, lay bored on the bed alone, looking at the somewhat empty ward, and couldn't help but complain, "As expected of a rich family's child, even hospitalization means a private room. Thinking of myself in my previous life, born in the countryside, working hard for eighteen years, dropping out of school at thirteen to farm, and going out to work at fifteen, the next three years were worse than a dog's life. At my worst, I could only sleep under a bridge; even when things were better, it was just bunk beds in a factory, with over a dozen people crammed into one room. The smell, don't even mention how pungent it was. I never thought that in this new life, I would transform into a young master of a rich family. But then again, this little guy is quite pitiful. Recently, his father took his stepmother and stepson and immigrated to Free Country, leaving him alone in the country to stay with his Grandpa and Grandma."
In his previous life, Qin Yu had always lived at the bottom of society and had experienced several years of cruel social beatings. Although he only lived to be eighteen at a young age, he had become quite mature and stable in handling emotional issues.
By sorting through the memories of the original Qin Yu, Qin Yu could confirm that his father was somewhat of a love-struck fool. In his father's heart, his stepmother Su Man's importance far outweighed his own biological son. Similarly, for his stepmother Su Man, her biological son Wang Lei's status was far above Qin Yu, her stepson. This is why, even though legally they were a family, Qin Yu was not taken along when they immigrated.
However, none of this was a big deal to the current Qin Yu. After all, Qin Hao, in a sense, was not entirely his true biological father. Even if he were his biological father, he was someone who heartlessly abandoned his own son. As long as he didn't bother him, he wouldn't actively seek trouble with him; as long as he paid his alimony on time each month, that would be fine. After all, no matter in which World, being penniless truly makes it impossible to move forward.
"Knock, knock, knock," a crisp knocking sound pulled Qin Yu back to reality from his fantasy of a future life of luxury and indulgence.
"Qin Yu, can Grandpa come in?" Mr. Qin's concerned voice came from outside the door.
Qin Yu thought to himself, this Grandpa was quite good to the original owner, and for that alone, he considered Mr. Qin his Grandpa.