My Mom, My Dad

What was licking my face? Am I not dead? Guo Jianjun didn't believe in the underworld or anything like that. His first thought was that he was still alive. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids. The bright sunlight pierced through the branches above, blinding him.

I'm really not dead! That was his thought as he opened his eyes. A big red tongue was waving in front of him. His eyeballs rolled, and a dog's head was right in front of him – a Big Yellow Dog.

Seeing him awake, the dog became incredibly excited, jumping around.

Guo Jianjun was stunned for a moment, then felt extremely weak. He struggled to push himself up with his hands, but before he could even sit up, his hands gave out, and he flopped back down. Damn it! I'm starving. Guo Jianjun, having participated in wilderness survival training in the army, was familiar with this feeling. However, his body was so weak that he was close to death. He started to panic, fearing he'd survived the government's execution only to starve to death.

Damn it! How long have I been asleep? How could I be this hungry? Guo Jianjun knew very well that his current condition indicated his body was in a dangerous state. A bowl of sugar water would be great, allowing him to recover some strength quickly. But his current situation made that impossible.

What should I do? I can't just wait here to die! I need to eat. Guo Jianjun scanned his surroundings, racking his brain for a solution. Seeing him motionless again, the Big Yellow Dog huffed and nudged closer.

Got it! Dog blood is a great supplement! It's perfect for restoring strength. With a goal in mind, Guo Jianjun prepared to act. Staying alive was paramount. His hand fumbled around on the ground, grasping a stone.

The dog seemed familiar with him, but Guo Jianjun didn't recognize it. He remembered that hitting a dog on the nose was a sure way to subdue it; he had experience with this. His hand slowly reached for the dog's neck. The Big Yellow Dog showed no suspicion and seemed happy, wagging its tail enthusiastically.

"Awooo... awooo..." Suddenly, the Big Yellow Dog let out a pained cry. Guo Jianjun, having gathered all his strength, channeled it into the stone in his hand and brought it down hard on the dog's nose. Exhausted, he collapsed. The Big Yellow Dog struggled free and thrashed for a long time before finally lying still on the ground, lifeless. Its eyes were fixed on the man in front of it, as if in disbelief.

Guo Jianjun rested for a moment, then crawled desperately towards the dog, grabbing its neck and biting down fiercely. He ignored the discomfort of the fur in his mouth, tearing open the dog's neck and sucking the fishy, slightly salty liquid into his mouth, gulping it down.

With a satisfied burp, Guo Jianjun sighed with relief. He flipped over, resting his head on the Big Yellow Dog's corpse. Not long after the dog blood entered his stomach, a wave of heat surged through his limbs. It's working. Guo Jianjun lay there, wondering what was happening, quietly waiting for his strength to return.

The scene of his execution flashed before his eyes. It felt like being struck by lightning, but he had survived. Yet, how had he ended up here? The executioners wouldn't have let him go. The day before his sentencing, someone from a national agency had clearly told him he was as good as dead, otherwise, they couldn't account for the international public opinion.

After much thought, one possibility seemed plausible. Perhaps a brother from his old circles had staged a rescue. Bold and courageous. Damn it, if you're going to save someone, see it through! Why dump me here? What's the plan? You almost let me starve to death. Still, he owed a huge debt of gratitude. But it was good to be alive. He had millions in his Swiss Bank account; he'd repay this favor later. Sigh! This is no place to linger. I need to find a safe place to hide.

He clenched his fists. Although his strength hadn't fully returned, he should have enough to walk. He staggered to his feet. Where am I? Guo Jianjun wondered as he surveyed his surroundings, and was immediately stunned. Not far in front of the forest stood an ancient city wall. He could vaguely see people entering and exiting the city gate. Strangely, some people were even riding horses in and out. He muttered, "Are they filming? Did I end up at Hengdian World Studios? I wonder which brother from my old life managed to bring me this far? Is it safe here?"

With a string of questions, the weak Guo Jianjun slowly walked out of the forest. He hadn't gone far when he stopped to lean against a tree for rest. He heard rustling sounds behind him and turned to see an old woodcutter emerging from the forest with a load of firewood. Guo Jianjun chuckled, thinking the disguise was quite convincing, confirming his suspicion that they were filming.

The old woodcutter didn't pay much attention to the person ahead. As he walked past Guo Jianjun, he glanced up. After passing, he suddenly stopped, the load on his shoulder slipping to the ground. He turned and looked at Guo Jianjun with surprise and joy.

This is bad! This old guy seems to recognize me. Have they issued a nationwide wanted notice? Guo Jianjun was greatly alarmed. In a flash, malice surged within him. I'll have to kill him to silence him. With my current strength, escaping will be difficult.

However, the old woodcutter called out to Guo Jianjun with great surprise, "Young Master Yue! What are you doing here? Where have you been all this time? Master Yue is sending people everywhere to look for you!"

Heh heh! Pretending to mistake me! This old geezer is clearly up to no good, trying to play me for a fool. Does he think I'm a rookie? Then don't blame me for being ruthless! Guo Jianjun sneered as the woodcutter approached, his fist slowly clenching.

The old woodcutter called out enthusiastically, "Young Master Yue! Hurry back with me! Master Yue is worried sick!"

The old guy is a really good actor. He's quite the performer to call me Young Master Yue! Guo Jianjun saw him approaching. Just as he was about to strike with killing intent, his mind suddenly went blank. The words "Young Master Yue" echoed in his head, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

In his unconscious state, the events surrounding "Young Master Yue" replayed in his mind like a movie. When Guo Jianjun opened his eyes again, he was lying on a soft bed. In front of him, a girl with a maid's braid was looking at him. He knew this girl so well that he could call out her name instantly.

Seeing Guo Jianjun awake, the girl cried out in surprise, "Master! Madam! Young Master is awake!" she shouted, running out.

Damn it! This voice is also familiar. Guo Jianjun felt like crying. He wasn't stupid. Combining the preceding events with the new memories in his mind, he recalled an absurd situation he had encountered countless times in online novels... Guo Jianjun was truly dead. He had transmigrated. If he wasn't mistaken, his name was now Yue Qianchou. This must be the mansion of the wealthiest merchant in Swallow City, Yue Changgui.

"Chou'er!" Before anyone could arrive, a woman's voice echoed from outside the door. Hurried footsteps followed.

That's my mom's voice. Guo Jianjun recognized the voice and a gentle image of a kind woman appeared in his mind, perfectly matching the noblewoman who had just walked to his bedside. Beside her, a plump middle-aged man was looking at him with concern.

That's my dad. Guo Jianjun's last shred of doubt vanished, and he was utterly speechless. His gaze, vacant, swept over the crowd gathered around the bed, finally settling on a young man. If Guo Jianjun wasn't mistaken, this was his cousin. Recalling a scene from his new memories, Guo Jianjun narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.