Shen Lian had thought that after he died in a car accident in his original world, everything about him would gradually fade beneath the flood of information.
Years later, when people spoke of him, their regret would far outweigh his so-called "scandals." That would count as leaving his mark on history, too.
The truth was precisely the opposite.
By his count, this was Shen Lian's ninth year in this world.
He and Chu Yilan could hardly be called an "old married couple." They were madly in love every single day.
So when he occasionally dozed off and saw "himself" still making the rounds in the entertainment industry in his original world, he was genuinely surprised.
If those first glimpses could be dismissed as dreams, once they connected into a sequence and became incredibly real, they clearly weren't.
Shen Lian didn't alert him. He followed "himself" like a wandering ghost, watching him choose acting jobs and variety shows with extreme caution, yet put great care into charitable donations.
Shen Lian knew very well what an astronomical sum he had earned before his death, not to mention his investments, properties, funds, stocks, and the like. Even a champion spendthrift could live comfortably for a lifetime, provided he didn't go completely off the rails.
After observing him for a few days, Shen Lian figured it out.
The "himself" in his original world lacked confidence.
Not because of money, but because of ability.
He only dared take acting roles within his comfort zone, and frowned like mad whenever a variety show presented a difficult challenge. Fortunately, though, he studied hard.
"Shen Lian" had hired professional instructors. Sometimes he practiced a single fight sequence all afternoon, sweat pouring off him, his eyes bright.
Shen Lian crouched nearby, feeling that this body hadn't gone to waste.