Chapter 2: The Unpopular Prodigal Son

“Jiang Feng…”

Jiang Feng softly muttered these two words. The name was exactly the same as the one he had in the Tianyuan Continent, which gave him a sense of familiarity and affection. However, though his features were decent, his face was too pale, with delicate skin and a softness that lacked any masculinity. It was fair to say that he looked effeminate. Moreover, the memories he passively received from this body were quite unbearable.

It had to be said that this guy was incredibly lecherous—almost unable to move his feet when he saw a woman. The memories were filled with scenes of him being infatuated with women, chasing after them, and spending money extravagantly to indulge various desires. Thankfully, his taste in women wasn’t too bad—every woman in these memories was a stunning beauty. Otherwise, he wouldn’t just be a stallion, but a pig.

However, having high standards had its pros and cons. The advantage was that there were no unbearable women appearing in his memories. The downside was that Jiang Feng’s taste led to a low success rate in his romantic pursuits, with only a handful of women ever falling for him.

Of course, the Jiang family, one of the six major families in Yanjing and a prestigious household in Ch!na, never faced the embarrassment of being short of money. As a result, Jiang Feng spent money recklessly, pouring large sums like water, though the efficiency of using that money was embarrassingly low.

Other memories continued to float in his mind, and Jiang Feng absorbed them one by one, a self-deprecating smile slowly appearing at the corner of his mouth.

It seemed that life on Earth wasn’t necessarily more tedious than in the Tianyuan Continent. The only obstacle was adapting to this body, which was still too weak.

This weak guy even dared to pursue Yanjing’s most beautiful woman, Ye Qingxuan. It was truly an example of a toad trying to eat swan meat—no exaggeration. He couldn’t help but wonder where this guy found the courage and shamelessness. Even he, an old monster who had lived for over a hundred years in the cultivation world, felt inferior.

Lying on the hospital bed in a daze, he saw a group of doctors and nurses surrounding a woman walking in.

The woman was dressed simply in a black professional suit, which tightly wrapped her curvy figure. Her long, black hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore no makeup, giving her a clean and fresh look.

Unfortunately, a large pair of black-framed glasses hid her beauty, making her appear a bit stern and less feminine.

The woman exuded a powerful aura, and all the doctors and nurses followed her, not daring to make a sound.

Jiang Feng raised his head and looked at the woman expressionlessly. His gaze swept over her from head to toe and lingered for a moment on her well-endowed mounds. It was then that he finally realized what the soft, perky sensation he had felt earlier truly meant.

Perhaps sensing Jiang Feng’s slightly invasive gaze, a trace of disgust flickered in her beautiful eyes behind the glasses. 

Jiang Feng smiled faintly and averted his gaze.

After a moment, Jiang Feng recalled her name—Zhao Wuxia. It was an interesting and meaningful name, and she herself was a woman full of character. Of course, she would be even more attractive if she changed her clothes and took off those stiff black-framed glasses.

Every year, the Jiang family invested a large sum to cultivate the family’s future talents. Apart from providing the family’s younger generation with a favorable learning and entrepreneurial environment, the family also had several large-scale scholarships and orphan care funds.

Zhao Wuxia was a child from the Jiang family’s orphanage charity. Since she was exceptional from a young age, she had always been a key figure under the family’s care.

She was a woman with a tenacious character, but also very capable. Currently, she was in her third year at Yanjing University, just 19 years old, yet she already had a small but significant place in the family, much adored by the elderly patriarch.

However, for some reason, Zhao Wuxia was taken by his father, Jiang Hanyu, to be his assistant. Officially, she was being “cultivated,” but in reality, she became the family’s overseer, handling all matters. One important task was taking care of Jiang Feng’s daily life.

Jiang Feng had once, while drunk, accidentally walked into the bathroom and seen Zhao Wuxia bathing. At that moment, he was struck by her beauty, and it led to him persistently pursuing her, even making her his personal secretary and treating her as his private possession.

Such things were not uncommon in other families. Although it seemed absurd, as long as it didn’t cross any boundaries, it was not particularly shocking. However, based on the fragmented memories, Jiang Feng had not succeeded in winning Zhao Wuxia over—at least, not yet.

Zhao Wuxia had long been used to Jiang Feng’s crude behavior. She had originally expected him to rush over and say all kinds of flattery, but seeing that he didn’t, she was slightly puzzled, though secretly relieved. She gave Jiang Feng a cold glance and said, “Young Master, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Jiang Feng replied indifferently.

Zhao Wuxia nodded, then extended her hand behind her. The doctors and nurses immediately understood, stepping forward to conduct a routine check-up on Jiang Feng.

After a series of examinations, one of the middle-aged doctors respectfully said to Zhao Wuxia, “Miss Zhao, Young Master’s health is not a serious concern. He was just a little startled, and his body is quite weak, which is why he experienced this situation. A few days of rest should solve the problem.”

“Weak?” Zhao Wuxia pushed her glasses up, her disgust growing in her eyes. She naturally knew why Jiang Feng’s body was weak.

A man who was unlearned, physically lazy, and who spent his adult life hopping from one night scene to the next, constantly changing women—his body could hardly be anything but weak.

Jiang Feng couldn’t be bothered to care what she was thinking. He knew his own physical condition—aside from being excessively weak, everything else was fine.

However, from his memory, he knew that the medical skills in this world were quite extraordinary, so he didn’t mind such an examination. He then asked, “Since there’s nothing wrong, can I be discharged now?”

The middle-aged doctor hesitated for a moment and softly said, “Young Master Jiang, I suggest you stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation. It’s better for detecting any potential issues, and we’ll be able to handle them promptly.”

“But you said there’s nothing wrong. Why should I stay in the hospital?” Jiang Feng furrowed his brows and asked in displeasure.

The middle-aged doctor’s face changed slightly, nervously glancing at Zhao Wuxia. 

Zhao Wuxia, thinking that Jiang Feng was determined to go out and find a woman, noticed the new bruise on his forehead, which she immediately realized was the result of teasing a nurse and getting injured. She said, “Young Master, this is the old master’s wish. He wants you to rest in the hospital for a few days, and someone will come to take you home. Please don’t make things difficult for me.”

Jiang Feng chuckled. He was simply tired of the hospital’s oppressive atmosphere and the unpleasant smell of disinfectant. That was the only reason he wanted to be discharged. Now that the old master was brought up, he shrugged and said indifferently, “Fine, I’ll stay here for a few days.”

After the doctor and nurses left, Zhao Wuxia finally said, “Young Master, don’t you have anything to say about today’s incident?”

Jiang Feng knew she was referring to the horse race at the Huadian Racecourse, and he smiled faintly, not taking it seriously. “What do you want to hear?”

“What do I want to hear?” Zhao Wuxia was slightly taken aback, her expression one of surprise.

She knew her young master very well. Despite being incredibly ignorant and foolish, he was always concerned with saving face. To put it simply, he was someone who suffered just to maintain appearances, a fact that had caused countless amusing stories in the past. When he did something dishonorable, he would immediately try to justify himself, trying to create a glorious and righteous image, even if his explanations were full of holes. He would stick to his story no matter how absurd it seemed. 

But now, he was asking her a question in return? This version of Jiang Feng was unfamiliar to her, and she felt a bit uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Wuxia said, “Young Master, regardless of your intentions, today’s incident has probably already spread throughout Yanjing. When the old master heard about it, he was furious and ordered that no one is allowed to visit you in the hospital. You…” Zhao Wuxia sighed quietly, and stopped herself from saying more.

Jiang Feng wasn’t surprised. With the events that had unfolded, the fact that the family had only sent one person to visit was a clear sign of how little he was valued in the Jiang family.

Given his past misconduct, Zhao Wuxia, who had been harassed often, was probably unwilling to come as well. To have sunk so low was truly astounding. He wondered if this person had wasted the nearly twenty years of his life.

He chuckled and casually asked, “Oh, really? So, what do you think?”

“What I think doesn’t matter,” Zhao Wuxia wisely avoided this unpleasant topic.

Jiang Feng replied casually, “Actually, Yanjing’s number one beauty does have some charm. Marrying her should be pretty good, right?”

“Young Master—” Zhao Wuxia almost exploded in anger. She thought to herself that people really couldn’t change, and her face darkened.

“You look great when you’re angry. Of course, if you take off your glasses, you’d look even better. That way, I wouldn’t have to keep chasing after Yanjing’s number one beauty,” Jiang Feng teased, unable to resist.

“You—dream on!” Zhao Wuxia’s face flushed, and she glared at Jiang Feng before hurriedly leaving.

Jiang Feng didn’t take her reaction to heart. A small joke wasn’t a big deal. Jiang Feng was no saint, and he had never been one. In the world of cultivation, good people didn’t live long.

As for the so-called Yanjing’s number one beauty, Ye Qingxuan, while she was indeed beautiful and had a good temperament, to him, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, no matter how favored by heaven, lacked something. 

Not to mention, on Tianyuan Continent, he had seen countless women and was surrounded by holy maidens and royal princesses. Compared to Princess Tantai, Ye Qingxuan was far from being a match.

While others were infatuated with Ye Qingxuan, he no longer found himself in that situation. In fact, Zhao Wuxia, to him, was far more interesting.

Unfortunately, the owner of this body had offended her terribly before. For Zhao Wuxia to visit him in the hospital was already the limit. As for whether she had any good feelings for him, that was impossible.

As for the Jiang family’s attitude, Jiang Feng didn’t care. After the sudden change in his life and his body being destroyed by a lightning strike, then accidentally entering another dimension, the troubles and aftereffects of this event were enough for him to deal with for a while. Since they wouldn’t let him leave the hospital, he had the chance to rest. It was the perfect opportunity to take care of his body without being disturbed. As for other matters, he had no interest in dealing with them for now.