Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

The apple rolled to the ground instantly.

The name He Yanshen was like a switch, unlocking Xu Qing's long-sealed memories.

The reason he didn't tell his parents was because of a dream he'd had since he was little.

It was intermittent, yet connected.

In his dream, he was also Xu Qing, but Xu Qing, the young master of the Xu family in Shanghai during the Republic of China era.

He experienced Xu Qing's entire life in his dream.

Having lost his mother at a young age, he witnessed his father bringing women home to do sordid things, leaving him with psychological trauma.

During his studies abroad, he met Gu Yao and they became close friends. Gu Yao protected him and helped him beat up all the wealthy foreigners who had bullied him.

The young man returned to China to take over the family business, abandoning his beloved medicine and becoming Mr. Xu, a hypocrite in the world of fame and fortune.

Later, he met He Yanshen.

In his dream, he couldn't see He Yanshen's face clearly, but he knew perfectly well what they had been through.

Xu Qing knew all their palpitations, joy, pain, struggles, until they were powerless.

As if she were actually there, Xu Qing always woke up in a fright from her dream.

Friends, relatives, and loved ones back home have all become grains of sand in the rolling tide of history; they all sacrificed too much for the restoration of their motherland.

In that era of war and chaos, Xu Qing was always alone.

At first, his younger sister would keep him company, but later she got married, and Xu Qing was left completely alone.

He never married and built a successful business abroad. In those days, as a well-known patriotic businessman, he donated countless supplies and saved countless lives.

Before he died, he was still clutching that yellowed letter tightly.

His only wish after his death was for his sister to bring his ashes back to their homeland and bury them next to He Yanshen.

Fallen leaves always return to their roots.

Xu Qing spent half his life wandering outside his homeland.

He was only able to return to his hometown after his death.

Like a drifting duckweed with no home, He Yanshen is his root.

Now, just hearing that name makes Xu Qing feel like he can't breathe. He clutches his chest tightly, gasping for air, while tears stream down his face uncontrollably.

Yu Qiulan was startled by her son's sudden and violent reaction. She thought it was a sequela of the car accident and was so frightened that she immediately went to call the doctor.

Xu Qing grabbed her sleeve, his eyes red and swollen, like a gambler driven to despair, his voice desperate and hoarse.

"Mom, let's get discharged quickly, I want to go home!"

Yu Qiulan was extremely anxious. "How can you go home like this? Get another thorough check-up right away. I'll go call a doctor for you."

Xu Qing stubbornly shook her head, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, her voice choked with sobs and pleading.

"Go home, let's go home."

Seeing Xu Qing so emotional, crying uncontrollably, Yu Qiulan quickly sat down to comfort her, saying, "Alright, alright, let's go home. We'll go home right away."

Xu Qing calmed down a bit, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and turned her head away somewhat embarrassedly.

Seeing this, Yu Qiulan didn't say anything more, quickly packed her things, and took Xu Qing out of the hospital.

Sitting in her wheelchair, Xu Qing nervously kept looking towards the door, as if she were waiting for someone.

Yu Qiulan and Xu Wen on the sofa exchanged a glance, both seeing doubt in each other's eyes.

The doorbell rang, and Aunt Zhang opened the door for the person. Yu Qiulan and Xu Wen quickly went to greet them.

Xu Qing couldn't see clearly through the entryway, but she could still hear the sounds.

"Yan Shen, how is your grandfather's health lately?" It was his father's voice.

"The old man is still in good health, thank you for your concern, Uncle Xu." It was a clear and pleasant male voice.

A tall figure slowly walked in from the entrance hall. Xu Qing stared blankly at the young man who was turning to the side, bending over and talking to an elder.

The face that had been blurry in my dream suddenly became incredibly clear at this moment.

Yes, this is how He Yanshen should be.

He Yanshen looked up and saw Xu Qing, his eyes showing some surprise.

Xu Qing wanted to call his name, but found that she was already too choked to speak.

They looked at each other from a few steps apart, speechless.

After a long silence, Xu Qing finally spoke, her voice trembling, "He Yanshen?"

He Yanshen also felt a tightness in his throat and responded with a muffled sound.

With just that one sound, Xu Qing's tears fell.

It just wouldn't stop no matter what.

He Yanshen never expected to see this confused guy again under these circumstances.

He left the hospital in a hurry yesterday, intending to finish dealing with the matter and then go to the hospital to find someone.

Let me formally introduce myself to that clueless guy.

But then he received a message from his own father, asking him to visit the descendants of his old comrade-in-arms.

He originally planned to go to the hospital as soon as he left the Xu family's house.

Believe it or not, he really did fall for a clueless guy who crashed into a telephone pole while riding an electric scooter.

Love at first sight, for no reason at all.

The moment I saw that face, I knew it was that person.

Now the person is right in front of him, and on their first meeting, he made the person cry.

He Yanshen was a little anxious, so he quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground, somewhat at a loss for what to do as he wiped away the other person's tears.

"Don't cry, it's all my fault, okay?"

He Yanshen gently coaxed Xu Qing, but she cried even harder.

Yu Qiulan, Xu Wen, and Aunt Zhang, who were standing to the side, looked at each other in bewilderment as they watched this strange turn of events unfold, not knowing what was going on.

He Yanshen only breathed a sigh of relief when Xu Qing finally finished crying.

Xu Qing, however, still seemed unsatisfied. She grabbed He Yanshen's sleeve and angrily wiped away her tears.

Yu Qiulan was sitting on the sofa, looking at the two people opposite her who looked like quails, and said in a deep voice, "Explain yourself."