The leaves had turned yellow, and Yan Ningke's prescription had already changed twice. The old doctor finally gave his authoritative verdict: he could eat normally now, though he still had to drink the herbal medicine.
Restoring his health would take years, but Yan Ningke clearly felt that his body had become much more normal. When he had first transmigrated here, he had needed to go as soon as he felt the urge to urinate; he could barely hold it at all.
It was all those scumbags' doing. The original owner's twenty-three-year-old body had been tormented until it resembled that of a man in his twilight years.
Ever since his last visit to the Yan family, when he had kicked up a fuss, the family of three had behaved themselves much better. He hadn't run into them at the few banquets he had attended, though that also had something to do with his having blocked them.
With nothing to do, Yan Ningke suddenly felt very curious about how they were getting on.
In the study, Shao Ke was busy working. At the question, he glanced at him. "Pretty well. They landed a big overseas order and are preparing to go public."
The Yan family's main business was sanitary pads. Years ago, they had caught a favorable opportunity and introduced technology from Country R, securing a place in the industry. They had built their fortune on it and vaulted into the ranks of the wealthy.
Crack!
Shao Ke stopped typing and looked up.
His eyes blazing, Yan Ningke smashed a walnut against the desk with his palm, bristling with fury. "They're actually living the good life now?!"
*Fuck! Why should they?! The original owner hadn't had a single good day after turning three. After being rescued from the human traffickers, he had