The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Feige left the courtyard and stood on the path.

"Wu Tang, let's go to the village chief's house."

"Master, what are we doing at the village chief's house?"

"Looking for the village chief's daughter."

"Master, the two of them got married and moved out. It's on the east side of the mountain, in that brick and tile house."

"OK"

Feige arrived very quickly.

Upon entering the house, I saw the woman sleeping on the bed with two children beside her, and the man sleeping on the floor.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a weirdo," Fei Ge said with utter disdain.

“Master, this woman has become very assertive after the marriage. She didn’t show any of that before the marriage. If it weren’t for the children, the man would have divorced her long ago.”

"This woman is no good at all; you can tell at a glance. I don't know how blind this man is."

Feige was too lazy to look. She left the room and went to the kitchen, finding it very clean.

"Master, there's meat hanging on the outside wall, air-dried."

"No, it doesn't taste good."

Feige is gone.

Once she reached the woods, she randomly found a tree to sleep under.

……

As dawn broke, Feige, who had been in darkness for so long, felt very uncomfortable being suddenly exposed to sunlight. She had to slowly adjust her breathing until she finally got used to it.

Looking at her full head of white hair, Feige felt disgusted. She didn't like white hair; black hair looked better.

She casually tied her hair up and went back to sleep.

By noon, Feige was hungry.

I ate two steamed buns and I was almost full.

"Let's go see our parents."

Feige walked out with an air of indifference, a gait that, in fact, was already one of indifference.

Upon arriving at the original owner's parents' courtyard, Feige had Wutang imitate the original owner's handwriting and write a letter.

He stuck it in the crack of the door and then left.

The two elderly people opened the door, and upon seeing the letter, they were so moved that tears streamed down their faces.

"Father, Mother, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried you. Now is not the time to meet. You two need to take good care of yourselves. I miss you. We'll see each other soon."

After reading the letter, the two felt a huge weight lifted from their hearts. It's good that they're alive, it's good that they're alive.

"As usual, Kiki is still alive."

"Yes, still alive."

"You should be happy,"

Yes, we should be happy.

Suddenly, an extra line appeared at the end of the letter: "Don't tell anyone."

"See? Kiki said not to tell anyone."

"it is good"

The two old people were very happy. After a while, the door opened, and the woman came out. Her hair was white, and her back was hunched.

Then came the man, whose back was also hunched over and whose hair had turned white.

"Master, the whole family is here. How boundless are the hearts of parents!"

Feige disappeared.

She was waiting for the right moment; if she suddenly appeared, it might startle the two of them. She was still a little overwhelmed and was taking her time.

Feige went straight back into the woods, ate something, and went to sleep.

Suddenly, a small bird flew onto her hand. Feige shook the bird off, and it flew away.

Soon, it got dark.

Feige wanted to go see the man and see how he would react.

"Wu Tang, where are the men?"

"Master, the man is at the intersection."

Feige appeared at the intersection and saw the man standing there with red eyes.

Feige appeared in front of the man, but only for a fleeting moment.

"Qiqi, is that you, Qiqi? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I..." The man didn't know what to say. He squatted down and then burst into tears.

Feige appeared in front of the man. The man looked up at her, and after seeing her clearly, Feige disappeared again.

"Qiqi, is that you? Where have you been all these years?"

"Master, this man is quite bizarre. Sigh, it's hard to explain. If it were me, I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life."

"I can't explain it, but I hate it. If it were true love, it wouldn't be like this. It's all because of selfishness."