The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

When we arrived at another street,

Feige led Wutang,

"Master, it seems that the princess knows the truth."

"So what? The man still got fooled."

"Master, the princess gives men amnesia medication every month."

"To hell with him. It's all fine now. I wasn't going to want him anyway. Since she likes him so much, I'll just let her have him."

"Master, when did you become so agreeable?"

"Am I easy to talk to? I had no idea. Whatever, let him die."

Feige said with a smile,

"Master, let's go get something to eat."

"Let's go get some noodles."

"Master, add more meat!"

The two walked into a noodle shop and sat down.

"Boss, two bowls of noodles, extra meat, please."

"Okay, sir."

Soon, the noodles arrived, topped with a generous amount of meat.

Feige and Wutang enjoyed their meal.

"Master, what should we do next?"

"Never mind, let's eat first. I guess this man will investigate on his own."

"It's just a pity for that woman; I guess she won't have a good life for the rest of her days," Wu Tang said, biting into a piece of meat.

"Let him die, he's so scheming, he deserves it."

"Exactly, they don't even want others to remember; they're just asking for trouble."

……

After the two finished eating, they strolled around the street.

"Master, I'm so sleepy."

Let's find a place to sleep.

Feige brought Wutang to an inn.

The two of them climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Feige slept on the outside, while Wutang slept on the inside, both sleeping soundly.

General's Mansion,

The man discovered the truth, and he was furious. Looking at the woman before him, he was speechless.

So he went to his study, wrote a letter, and then threw it at the woman.

The woman looked at the letter and saw it was a letter of divorce. She refused to accept it.

"General, no, no, we have children! How could you do this?"

The man's face was icy cold.

"You've lied to me for so many years, what kind of person are you? You'd better watch yourself."

The man turned and left, the woman clinging to his waist. He forcefully pried her hands off and walked away.

After leaving the general's mansion, the man wanted to go back and see his wife. After all these years, he didn't know how she had found him, but he knew she had suffered a lot.

The man rode away at full speed on his horse.

The woman chased after him, only to catch a glimpse of a fleeting shadow. She plopped down on the ground, her face filled with resentment.

The man returned to the thatched hut and found it reduced to ashes. His heart ached terribly; it was shattered.

"Wife, I'm sorry."

The man knelt down, heartbroken.

But what's the use now? There's no going back...

In the inn,

"Master, the man has gone back," Wu Tang reminded him.

"What are we going back for?" Fei Ge asked, still half asleep.

"Kneeling outside the thatched hut, she must be heartbroken."

"Let him die, what's the point?"

“Exactly, what’s the use? A general, huh? Ten years already, sigh…” Wu Tang finished speaking and went back to sleep.

The man knelt outside the thatched hut for three days and three nights. When he stood up, his legs went numb, and he tripped and fell. After getting up and standing properly, the man left.

From then on, no one knew where the man went.

In short, he did not return to the general's mansion.

Meanwhile, the woman in the general's mansion, who was also the princess, waited at the door every day, but that figure never appeared.

Feige and Wutang woke up feeling very comfortable after a nap at the inn.

"Master, the man has gone to see you."

"Go ahead and look for him, he's dreaming."

"Master, your energy level is full."

"Go, go."

Feige left with Wutang.