Chapter 3, The Ultimate Dream

Why did I not die? How could I come back to life? I actually acted like a petty person...

Gazing at this enchanting figure, who seemed to have jumped out of a painting, Zhu Yifeng was taken aback. Could it be that she is the "cheap wife" of "myself"? This bargain is... quite good indeed

How could this happen

This face can score at least a nine; if she puts on some makeup, she would be a standard beauty. Despite the surge of masculine thoughts within him, he felt weak and unable to hold himself up. Even though he felt somewhat exhausted, he still managed to force a smile and said to the girl, whose face was streaked with tears.

Do not be afraid, I am not dead yet

This is my widow? Ah, you unfortunate child, curse yourself, this, this is clearly your wife!

Zhu Yifeng also stared at her in a daze, with filial piety, beauty, and a young woman—widow. My goodness, this is the ultimate dream of a standard loser

The reason for the previous attempt to seize the property was certainly for his own plans; however, deep down, he was also partly concerned that the young lady of the Xu family would not be able to hold on to it, and after a few years, she might remarry someone else with the Zhu family's assets, or transfer the few shops on the street and the warehouse in the concession to the Xu family's name. Now that his nephew has survived, this concern has naturally dissipated, and he has also retracted that line of thought.

Young master, the young master again...

One should not take advantage of cheap deals

Liang Wenzuo, whose plans have been disrupted, gazed at the removed mourning hall, repeatedly murmuring at the corners of his lips, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Young Master

What is this expression?

He hurriedly called for someone to help lift his nephew onto the bed, and then instructed the servants to find a doctor. Compared to Xu Lingyun, at this moment, Master Zhu Er had become the pillar of support for everyone. Under his orders, the seemingly chaotic mourning hall immediately regained its order, dispelling the earlier confusion.

After the coffin lid was lifted, Xu Lingyun gazed eagerly at the person sitting inside the coffin. Who else could it be but her man, the only heir of the Zhu family?

He was sitting in the coffin, his hands resting on the edge of the coffin, breathing heavily. It was winter, and his breath was faintly warm. When Xu Lingyun, who had finally mustered the courage to peek through her fingers at the coffin, saw this, her heart was instantly filled with wild joy. How could a dead person exhale warm breath?

Young lady, first lift the young master up, and then call for the doctor!

In a state of shock, Zhu Yifeng looked at this pitiful widow, who was bullied by outsiders and schemed against by her own family, and found it hard to imagine that she was his own wife

With a cold smile, he turned to look at the people in the mourning hall. Those who were huddled together in fear, either paralyzed or trembling, indeed wore long robes like in the movies, had braids, and were even adorned with familiar melon-shaped hats, all gazing at him in terror.

While everyone was busy, Liang Wenzuo, who had previously cried out and felt his legs go weak, had now escaped to stand outside the door of the library. However, he did not leave; instead, he occasionally looked inside the house at those who were busy. After all, he had already made up his mind to take advantage of the situation to seize the warehouse that the Zhu family owned in the concession. Even if the Zhu and Xu families reported him to the authorities, he had ways to deal with it. This matter involved foreigners and the concession, and as long as he maneuvered a little at that time, the ownership of the warehouse could easily change hands. After all, he had already made up his mind to take advantage of the situation to seize the warehouse that the Zhu family owned in the concession. Even if the Zhu and Xu families reported him to the authorities, he had ways to deal with it. This matter involved foreigners and the concession, and as long as he maneuvered a little at that time, the ownership of the warehouse could easily change hands.

Dressed in a white cotton mourning garment, with a matching white headband, her oval face appeared particularly charming. Her eyes were red, and her long, curtain-like eyelashes were still damp. However, unlike her previous stern demeanor, she was now looking at herself with a timid expression

Really, it's just so heavy...

Xu Lingyun thought to herself, but as a Christian, she seemed to have forgotten that besides Jesus, there were others who had been resurrected. As for the matter of returning to life, it was fundamentally something out of ghostly legends. Moreover, even she herself was not aware that in this very moment, her faith, which she had embraced since childhood through baptism, was shaken.

Indeed, if one truly wishes to be charming, one must embody filial piety in every aspect

Despite thinking this way in his heart, his true feelings were quite complex. This bargain was indeed good, but to have someone immediately 'lock' him in was somewhat... well, fortunately, it seems that in this era, one can marry multiple wives.

Those who had regained their senses reacted, while Zhu Fucai, who had been closely following the young mistress, called out loudly. However, despite his calls, to outsiders, he was merely the chief servant of the Zhu family, and no one paid him any mind. Thus, chaos ensued once again in the mourning hall

Quick, quickly carry the young master out

Although the girl before him neither cried nor laughed, being gazed at by her eyes made Zhu Yifeng, who initially harbored a sense of "admiration for beauty," feel a chill in his heart. The sorrow and grievance reflected in her gaze were impossible to conceal.

Moreover, this daughter-in-law before me is quite good as well

Having been reminded, Xu Lingyun, who had already regained her senses, quickly instructed in a loud voice for several servants to drag the young master, dressed in a burial garment, out of the coffin. Only after checking his breathing again did they finally feel relieved. Although there was no talk of affection between the two, he was still her young master.

Xu Lingyun looked at Zhu Yifeng with deep sorrow, her hands tightly gripping the coffin. Since marrying two years ago, the two had hardly exchanged a few words. In truth, there was no profound affection between them, and there lingered a hint of resentment. She could see the disdain in his eyes whenever he looked at her, a reflection of her mother's status as a concubine. Even during his illness, she cared for him selflessly, fulfilling merely the duties of a wife. In that moment, all her grievances and heartache were laid bare without any concealment. Even during his illness, she cared for him selflessly, fulfilling merely the duties of a wife. In that moment, all her grievances and heartache were laid bare without any concealment.

At this moment, the stunned Uncle Zhu Er had already regained consciousness. Having heard stories in the past about some people who feigned death only to come back to life, he was not overly shocked. Upon witnessing his nephew's miraculous revival, although he felt somewhat awkward inside, he could not help but feel happy for him. After all, when it came down to it, he was still his own nephew, the only son of his elder brother.

Hastily following the sound, Zhu Yifeng saw a girl around seventeen or eighteen years old. She was dressed in a pure white mourning garment, yet it could not conceal her ample figure. Her delicate face was streaked with tears. Upon closer inspection, the tear-stained girl had an exceptionally exquisite appearance, with fair and delicate skin. Her pair of bright red eyes gazed at him in astonishment, and although her rosy cheeks were marked with tear stains, they could not hide the beauty and charm in her features.

Xu Lingyun's eyes were wide open, staring at him without blinking. Tears gradually blurred her vision, and after a long while, she found herself unable to utter a single word.

Zhu Yifeng, who was exerting great effort, was currently inside, panting heavily. When he lifted the coffin lid, the bright light shone directly into his eyes, causing him to squint. It took him quite a while to adjust to the light. Before he had gathered enough strength to raise his head, he heard a soft weeping sound enter his ears

In this moment, all fears vanished completely, leaving only gratitude towards God

Zhu Fucai hurriedly reminded the young lady in front of him

Thoughts of this nature flickered in Zhu Yifeng's mind, yet in the end, he still directed his gaze towards the timid girl who was looking at him, observing this young and beautiful "widow".

Stop talking nonsense, quickly, call the doctor!

The grievance and heartache in the girl's eyes caused a pang of pain in Zhu Yifeng's heart. He had just wanted to comfort her, but unfortunately, his body was not cooperating; having already exhausted itself, it was now powerless. He wanted to say something, but not only could he not speak, he instead rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Could it be that God took pity on Himself, allowing Him to return to life and be revived

However, it is acceptable to take advantage of oneself, but how can one allow others to take advantage of their own wife? Previously, while in the coffin, hearing those words and phrases, along with the girl's seemingly strong yet utterly resolute words, Zhu Yifeng's lips curled slightly in a smirk. Want to take advantage of me? Not a chance!

The pairs of terrified eyes instead caused the malice in Zhu Yifeng's heart to lose its target, and it was their astonishment that brought forth a wave of complex emotions.

This is cheap, but it cannot be taken for granted; it must be claimed nonetheless

A sound of weeping, seemingly filled with endless grievances and bitterness, entered his ears, causing his heart to tighten

to die and be reborn

But now, Zhu Yifeng has come back to life

Borrowing a corpse to return a soul

The very thought of this made Liang Wenzuo feel as if he even had the desire to die. The name of this petty person had already spread, yet it was all in vain, like drawing water with a bamboo basket. How could this not cause Liang Wenzuo distress

This rhythm is a bit off, you shouldn't have thrown yourself into my arms!

Pah! One should not curse oneself like that

After exerting tremendous effort, Zhu Yifeng finally managed to lift the coffin lid, but at this moment, he was completely drained of strength, to the extent that he could not even muster the energy to raise his hand