Traveling through the Immortal Realm: Starting from Becoming a Top-Level Furnace Cauldron

Zhong Ziwei sighed and prepared to take Lu Yuguan home.

Although it is unknown what happened, it seems that Lu Yuguan's hysteria has become more severe.

Throughout the journey, Lu Yuguan remained in a daze, muttering about Secretary Zhao.

"Baby."

"Don't think about those things."

Zhong Ziwei couldn't bear to see him in so much pain, so she gently hugged his shoulders.

Lu Yuguan clenched his hands hesitantly.

Even if I tell the truth, no one will believe me.

Does such a Secretary Zhao really exist?

Or is it just something I imagined?

He was no longer certain.

"The whole company is off tomorrow. I'll take you to the amusement park, okay?" Zhong Ziwei said with a smile.

"amusement park?"

Lu Yuguan glanced at his legs. "With legs like this, what's the point of going to an amusement park?"

Zhong Ziwei coughed lightly: "There are always some activities to enjoy, aren't there?"

"Besides, you're not comfortable staying cooped up at home all the time."

Lu Yuguan stared into his eyes and felt that Zhong Ziwei was unusually gentle.

Although my impression of him is still from our school days, his image as an aloof and handsome guy with a serious demeanor is universally acknowledged throughout the school.

Now that he's her husband, he's become so attentive; it just feels so awkward.

more importantly.

I have no memory of the middle period.

Even if he's stupid, he wouldn't believe everything others say.

"Ziwei".

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Can we skip the amusement park tomorrow and go back to school instead?"

Zhong Ziwei was slightly taken aback: "Back to school?"

“As you know, I have some memory problems,” Lu Yuguan said, his eyes darkening. “Perhaps going back to school and revisiting it might help me remember something.”

Zhong Ziwei gently grasped Lu Yuguan's hand, which appeared somewhat pale due to prolonged inactivity.

He felt a pang of pain in his heart, but still said in the gentlest voice, "Wherever you want to go, I will go with you, as long as you are happy."

Looking into his affectionate eyes, Lu Yuguan's heart almost melted.

But reason told him that now was not the time to give in.

"Ziwei...I have one more question."

"Baby, you say."

Why do you love me?

"Ok?"

Zhong Ziwei looked at him in surprise, "Why would you ask that?"

Lu Yuguan bit her lip: "Since I regained consciousness, you have taken meticulous care of me, but I... have no memory of loving you."

His voice trailed off at this point.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. It was just an illusion, so why was he walking so timidly?

Zhong Ziwei paused slightly, then reached out and stroked Lu Yuguan's furrowed brow.

"fool."

"Why do you need so many whys when you love someone?"

His voice was low and deep. "When we get back to school tomorrow, I'll tell you everything, little by little."

"don’t worry."

"I am here."

*

Late at night.

Lu Yuguan lay on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

My mind was a mess.

Jiang Cong's roar, Jin Xiaoxiao and Li Ziming's whereabouts unknown, or the seemingly absent Secretary Zhao...

Everything felt like a dream.

He turned over and looked at the empty seat next to him.

Zhong Ziwei was still in the study.

I told him to rest early, but I'm still staying up late myself.

Lu Yu felt inexplicably choked up.

He threw off the covers, laboriously moved into his wheelchair, and slid towards the study.

The study door was ajar, and Zhong Ziwei was still working at his desk, his profile appearing somewhat thin under the lamplight.

Lu Yuguan stopped at the door, watching his back, and her heart suddenly softened.

dong dong...

He knocked on the door.

Zhong Ziwei turned around upon hearing the sound, a hint of surprise on his face.

"Baby?"

"why are not you sleeping?"

Lu Yuguan pursed his lips, his voice low.

"...I can't sleep."

He paused, his gaze drifting to the side. "Can I stay with you for a while?"

Zhong Ziwei was stunned, his eyes lit up, and then he immediately got up and walked around the desk.

"of course can!"

"You can stay as long as you want."

Lu Yuguan felt a little uncomfortable under his burning gaze, so she turned her face away and said, "You...you go ahead with your work, I'll just sit here."

Zhong Ziwei chuckled softly and shook his head.

"Not busy anymore."

He reached out and grasped the armrest of the wheelchair, his voice so gentle it could melt hearts.

"Nothing is more important than you. I'll push you back to rest."

*

Return to the bedroom.

Zhong Ziwei carefully lifted Lu Yuguan from the wheelchair onto the bed, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a precious treasure.

He tucked the blanket around him before going to lie down on the other side.

The mattress sags slightly.

“Ziwei…”

"what happened?"

Neither of them could sleep.

"Did we used to sleep like this?" Lu Yuguan asked softly.

"without……"

Zhong Ziwei's tone was complicated.

Lu Yuguan sighed, "Is it because we don't get along that you've gotten into the habit of spending the night in the study?"

"no!"

"If it's not, then why is it so far away from me?"

"I……"

Zhong Ziwei hesitated for a moment, raised one arm and then lowered it again, but finally reached out quietly, tentatively trying to wrap his arms around Lu Yuguan from behind.

But just as he was hesitating...

Lu Yuguan suddenly grabbed the hand that was hanging in mid-air, pulled it down without saying a word, and pressed it directly onto his waist!

The weight of my arm came through the thin pajamas, warm and solid.

Zhong Ziwei's breathing stopped.

In the darkness, Lu Yuguan could feel his heart pounding faster, pounding against his back through his chest.

"Yuguan?"

Zhong Ziwei's voice was terribly hoarse.

Lu Yuguan buried his head in the pillow and said in a muffled voice:

"Mother-in-law's."

"Don't talk... go to sleep."

Seeing that his lover was no longer moving, Zhong Ziwei relaxed, slowly closed his arms, and hugged the person in front of him even tighter.

He rested his chin on Lu Yuguan's soft hair and let out a very satisfied sigh:

"...I'll do whatever you say."

*

The next morning.

Zhong Ziwei drove Lu Yuguan to his alma mater.

Today is Sunday, and the campus is quiet except for the rustling of the wind through the sycamore leaves.

Zhong Ziwei contacted the school board and had no problems getting through.

He pushed his wheelchair along the empty, tree-lined path.

"do you remember?"

Zhong Ziwei pointed to the basketball court next door, "We used to play basketball here all the time."

"Some impression."

Lu Yuguan gave a vague answer.

Zhong Ziwei smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

They went back to their old dormitory building, where the hallway was unusually quiet.

"You live on the third floor, and I live on the sixth floor."

Zhong Ziwei stopped in front of a door. "You always complain that I'm too slow to come downstairs to find you."

Lu Yuguan looked at the house number.

Feel nothing.

He shook his head: "I can't remember."

Zhong Ziwei's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It's ok."

"Let's go check out the cafeteria."

The cafeteria has been renovated and is now bright and clean.

There was no smell of food in the air, only the smell of disinfectant.

"Your favorite is the beef noodles on the second floor."

Zhong Ziwei said softly, "I always complain about how spicy it is, but I can't help but want to add more spice."

Lu Yuguan frowned.

Beef noodles?

He seems to prefer lighter flavors?

My memory has become distorted again.