Chapter 002: Touching the Soft Chest

Wang Tianxing let out a terrible scream, as if he had seen a fellow who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, brandishing a steel knife and cursing at him: "I am Wu Song, you shameless scoundrel Ximen Qing, murderer of my brother, do you not surrender your life!"

Madam Wang stepped forward and smiled, saying: "My dear sir, there is no need to rush. Just lie down for a while, and let this old woman heat up the calming soup. This calming soup is a recipe brought out from the palace by Physician Wu, and it works best when heated."

Isn't this the great official Ximen?

He turned his face again to Pan Jinlian and said: "Liu Niang, you come and help as well"

Seeing Pan Jinlian covering her chest with both hands, breathing heavily, Ximen Qing, who was not a novice, immediately realized that what he had touched was undoubtedly Pan Jinlian's soft bosom. Although the sensation was intoxicating, Ximen Qing still felt his face flush with embarrassment. Reluctantly, he lay back down, pretending to be weak. Fortunately, he had just been pale, so this time it could at most be considered a return to a normal complexion.

As the cool, damp towel was draped over him, Ximen Qing immediately felt a surge of energy. He raised his hands, attempting to struggle to sit up, but his hands encountered two soft masses. He then heard Pan Jinlian let out a soft gasp, her face turning as red as a startled little rabbit as she shyly retreated to the side

To let me touch that young lady's tender bosom, I would gladly die for it

Pulling the blushing Pan Jinlian, they were about to walk towards the back

Is everything alright, my lord

Hello, do you still not understand? It's a classic case of playing hard to get! Did you not see how Ximen Da Guanren took the opportunity to touch Pan Liuniang's chest just now? Look at her face; it has turned much more flushed all of a sudden

The person beside them also whispered, "Didn’t this Ximen Daqiang just publicly whip a medicine seller? How could he be startled by just a hit from a pole? This doesn’t seem right"

"Godmother, I just accidentally dropped the fork, and it hit that esteemed gentleman and the librarian on the head. I just apologized upstairs, but for some reason, their faces suddenly turned pale. I don't know if it is serious or not"

"Let's wait and see? This person has been beaten to this extent, and it could lead to a fatality, yet we are still considering waiting and seeing?"

And the corresponding lover of Pan Jinlian is Ximen Qing! That is, the very body that one currently occupies!

The idle person replied, and the two of them exerted themselves to support each other as they walked towards the neighboring tea house, leaving Ximen Qing both amused and exasperated. He inwardly cursed the certain deity who had nothing better to do than throw him into this world. If one must traverse time, why not become a wealthy landowner instead of Ximen Qing? What was he supposed to do? Although he felt utterly drained, Wang Tianxing still gave a big middle finger in his heart, cursing his grandmother.

Wang Po pointed at the person without any hesitation and shouted loudly, "I recognize you as the daughter of the Wang family from the south; by seniority, you should call me 'grandmother'! You worthless thing, always loitering outside. Do you want me to call Wang Guzi over to help?"

The current incarnation of Ximen Qing, having traversed time, is most reluctant to have any association with Pan Jinlian, let alone share a room with her. However, his mind is a chaotic mess, his body feels utterly weak, and he cannot muster any strength. When he attempts to raise his hands, it turns into meaningless gestures, and he weakly utters a few words: "Leave... leave... get away from here..."

A bystander saw Wang Po and Pan Jinlian not coming to help, and, merely directing his two companions, he stomped his feet and cursed.

Ah!

Pan Jinlian

One of the bystanders noticed that Wang Tianxing's body was weak and hurriedly supported him, saying: "Look at his pale face; he can barely stand. Quickly come over and help him!"

Looking at the dozens of people in front of him, even if Wang Tianxing does not want to admit that he has had any interaction with Pan Jinlian from the library, the witnesses in the room cannot be avoided. At that time, if Wu Song stands in the middle of the street and shouts, there will surely be someone who jumps out to testify: "Wu Dutu, I know about this!"

Pan Jinlian bit her lip in thought. At that moment, Wang Po loudly said to the two idle helpers, "You two, help carry the person into the tea house next door, so that I can take a good look at them."

Pan Jinlian could see clearly from the second floor. To her surprise, her simple apology seemed to have caused this high official to suffer an internal injury. After glancing at her twice, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly shouted to the next room: "Godmother! Godmother, come out quickly! Something has happened!"

As an aged voice responded, an elderly woman with graying hair rushed out from the teahouse next door, nearly colliding with Pan Jinlian, who was simultaneously coming down the stairs.

For a modern individual, the knowledge that Wang Tianxing has received throughout his life has informed him that this is unscientific. However, it is a fact that is happening to him. Despite his numerous inner conflicts, Wang Tianxing must admit that he has now become Ximen Qing.

As everyone spoke, they looked at Ximen Qing with a gaze that was both envious and contemptuous. Ximen Qing felt a prickling sensation on his scalp from their stares, realizing that his reputation as a lecher had been firmly established among them. However, at that moment, he only thought about escaping quickly. He pretended to cough a couple of times and called out, "Someone! Help me up"

Wang Po stepped forward to examine Ximen Qing's complexion closely, instructing Pan Jinlian to fetch a damp towel to place on Ximen Qing's forehead. She then smiled and comforted him, saying: "My lord, there is nothing to worry about. Perhaps it was just a sudden fright that triggered an old ailment. I have prepared a fine calming soup here; drink a bowl of it and rest for a while, and you will be fine."

When Wang Po directed two helpers to carry Wang Tian into the tea house and settle him onto a reclining chair, a multitude of people surged into the small tea house to watch the commotion, instantly making it overcrowded.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Po took a closer look and recognized it was the esteemed Ximen Qing, who ran a medicinal shop. She was startled, but maintained a composed expression, showing no signs of distress. Secretly, she pulled Pan Jinlian aside and whispered, "Liu Niang, you may not recognize him, but this is Ximen Qing, a notorious figure in Qinghe County who is not to be trifled with"

After calling out two or three times without seeing anyone, it turned out that the two idle companions had left at some point, leaving Ximen Qing alone here.

Since I have come, I shall settle down. Ximen Qing secretly nodded: "Stay away from Pan Jinlian and continue to pursue this promising profession of being a local landlord!"

Wang Po observed clearly from the side that Ximen Da Guanren truly lived up to his reputation as a lecherous ghost. Just moments ago, he had been as still as a corpse, yet as soon as Pan Jinlian approached, he could not help but reach out to touch her a couple of times, taking advantage of the situation

At that moment, a boy carrying a basket squeezed in at the door. He appeared to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a fair face that could be considered handsome. After squeezing his way to the front of the lounge chair, he placed the basket down, bowed his head, and exclaimed: "Esteemed sir, what has happened? I heard about your remarkable deed in the street and came to deliver this basket of snow pears to you, but I arrived too late. I did not expect you to come to Wang Po's tea house, which made it easy for me to find you."

This name is well-known and familiar to all, akin to how Qin Kuai represents traitors and Chen Shimei symbolizes the unfaithful. The moment this name is mentioned, it instantly evokes in everyone's mind the group represented by Pan Jinlian.

Ah, I am indeed enlightened. The methods of this high official are truly extraordinary, consistently surprising us common folk. Indeed, what a skillful approach this is. Once again, Wu Dalang's hat has turned a shade greener.

Indeed, you are the esteemed Sir Ximen

Seeing Wang Po bring out her own mother, the bystanders, though unfamiliar with her, clearly recognized her as a formidable elder they could not afford to offend. They exchanged glances with their companions and, yielding, replied: "Oh my dear Grandma Wang, I must admit I am afraid of you. Is it really necessary to speak so loudly? Brother, let us put the esteemed official inside with a bit more effort."

Hmm? The elasticity is quite good! The elasticity is good?

It seemed that he instinctively wanted to evade the nonexistent steel knife. Wang Tianxing stumbled back two steps, startling the two bystanders beside him, who hurriedly supported Ximen Qing on either side, saying: "My lord, what is the matter with you?"

Immediately, the gleaming steel knife, glinting with a cold light, turned in the hands of the tiger-fighting hero, and he plunged it into his own chest with a single stroke

What is going on? Let's go and take a look

A bystander, hearing the name "Ximen Qing" muttered from his lips, responded with a hint of curiosity and caution.

Pan Jinlian

What happened?

Pan Jinlian had also heard of the notorious reputation of Ximen Da Guanren, who was known as a tyrant in Qinghe County. He maintained close ties with the authorities, and even if he committed murder, he would merely send a note to the government. Who in Qinghe County would dare to provoke him? Today, by some twist of fate, I have inadvertently struck this villain, and it seems I have caused some trouble. How will this end? My brother-in-law, the head constable, is away on official business and has not yet returned. Should I ask Da Lang to hurry back?

From now on, this world will no longer have the name Wang Tianxing, only Ximen Qing, along with the apologetic Pan Jinlian standing beside him

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Let's see the excitement

Shut your mouth!

Wang Tianxing, feeling lost and dejected, touched his head as if that crossbar from hetushucom.com had given him a concussion, muttering incessantly to himself: "Ximen Qing... I have become Ximen Qing..."

hurrying down the stairs

lewd woman

Wang Po's remarkably loud voice immediately startled the neighbors, who all came out to see what was happening. Even those passing by stopped in their tracks to take a look.

I said you two should come over and help, instead of just flapping your gums. Do you take me for a laborer?

Wang Po had already heard some commotion earlier, thinking it was just some ruffians arguing and fighting on the street, and did not come out to check. Little did she know there was such a turn of events. She comforted Pan Jinlian, saying: "Liu Niang, there is no need to worry. Let me take a look first!"

The name "Ximen Qing" seemed to act like a catalyst, as waves of memories associated with him surged forth from the corners of his mind, intertwining with his own recollections as a medical student. Suddenly, Wang Tianxing felt as if his mind was boiling over, experiencing dizziness and a sense of nausea, causing his complexion to turn pale.

Wang Tianxing lay half-reclined in his chair with a bitter smile, his mind racing rapidly. The memories from two worlds had nearly merged, and the pain in his head had lessened. Perhaps he could write a paper on the intimate sensations of memory fusion? But could he return to the world he came from? His parents, who had always hoped for his success, must be heartbroken now.

Wang Po, upon hearing this, glared and scolded: "It's just a bamboo pole used to prop open a window; how much damage could it possibly cause? I've lived to this age and have never heard of anyone getting hurt from a falling bamboo pole. Do you think it's like a falling kitchen knife?"

Yes, yes, esteemed sir, we will assist you in entering the room to rest for a while

What happened? Has the esteemed Sir Ximen been attacked?

Pan Jinlian, half in doubt and half in anxiety, said to Wang Po while pointing with her hand