Black Market Boss: His Beloved Wife's Lazy Life

"Mother, my little sister is awake! My little sister is awake!" My heart trembled with excitement, and my hands shook!

A series of chattering sounds woke Shang Yanfang from her sleep.

Her mind went blank.

I opened my eyes and looked around at my surroundings.

All I could see were white walls, and the ceiling fan overhead was creaking and groaning.

"Doctor, doctor, my little sister has woken up, can you take a look and see how she is?"

Shang Yanfang, who was still looking around, turned her gaze to the doorway upon hearing the commotion.

It wasn't exactly the entrance; it was just a curtain hanging there.

Two people came into view; one of them, wearing a white coat, was probably a doctor.

Who is the other one?

Before she could even think it over, the doctor began examining her.

"It's nothing serious, just a little weak. You can take some more nourishment at home." The doctor said and left first.

"Little sister, don't be afraid, it's okay. You'll be fine once you wake up! Mom went home to cook, she'll be back in a bit."

A man in a Zhongshan suit leaned over Shang Yanfang's bedside and said something.

"Who, who are you?" Shang Yanfang asked in confusion.

"Doctor, doctor, my little sister doesn't even recognize me anymore, and you still say there's nothing wrong with her?" Upon hearing Shang Yanfang's question, the man ran out to find a doctor.

The doctor was dragged and pulled into the room by the man.

"Little girl, do you know who you are? What's your name? How old are you?"

"Doctor, my name is Shang Yanfang, and I'm eighteen years old." Shang Yanfang sensed that something was wrong.

Her name is Shang Yanfang, which is correct, but she's not eighteen this year, she's twenty-eight.

But somehow, the number 28 was on the tip of my tongue, and what came out was actually 18.

The doctor looked at the man next to him with an inquiring gaze, and the man nodded.

"Do you know who he is?" the doctor asked, pointing at the man.

She looked at that unfamiliar face, she really didn't recognize him, but the words she was about to say, "I don't know him," somehow turned into "Second Brother."

The doctor didn't ask any further questions, but simply glanced at the man. That single glance spoke volumes.

"Then why did she ask me who I am just now?" the man asked.

"It's probably because he was unconscious for a long time and his mind wasn't clear for a moment. He can be discharged after a rest." The doctor said and left.

The stranger should be the original owner's second brother, Shang Guoqiang, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative.

As soon as the doctor left, a middle-aged woman came into the ward with a lunchbox.

As soon as I entered the ward, I found that my daughter had woken up.

"Daughter, you're awake! Are you feeling better?"

"Second brother, go and call the doctor."

The excited mother, Liu Hua, was anxiously concerned for her daughter.

"Mom, the doctor said to observe for a while, and if there are no problems after the check-up, I can be discharged from the hospital."

Shang Guoqiang, the second brother of the Shang family, who had been ignored from the side, spoke up.

"It's all right, it's all right."

Shang's mother muttered to herself.

"Come on, little one, let's eat. Mom made you congee with preserved egg and lean pork today."

Shang Yanfang looked at the unfamiliar woman and heard her friendly tone.

I was about to ask, "Who is this old lady?" but the words came out instead of "Mom."

Upon hearing the word "mother," Shang Yanfang was somewhat incredulous.

How did she just say it so naturally?

No way, no way, could she be under some kind of evil spell? Shang Yanfang's mind was racing with wild thoughts.

Before she could figure it out, the old woman she called "Mother" scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her lips.

Shang Yanfang subconsciously opened her mouth and swallowed the porridge. She felt that the taste of the porridge was very familiar, and it was one she really liked.

Before she knew it, she had finished all the porridge in the lunchbox, and she felt more energetic.

Shang Erge could only watch Shang Yanfang longingly as she ate the coarse grain buns her mother had brought him.

After the two finished eating, Shang Erge went to call the doctor over.

The doctor gave Shang Yanfang another physical examination and said, "Okay, she's fine now and can be discharged."

As soon as the doctor left, Shang's mother packed her things, preparing to go home right now, immediately.

After all, nobody likes hospitals.

After returning home, Shang Yanfang went to her room to lie down.

Back inside, Shang Yanfang felt a sharp pain in her head.

Scenes of the little girl in that room flashed through her mind.

From a young girl of about ten years old studying and reading at her desk, to her figure standing, sitting, or lying down in various corners of the room.

She had actually time-traveled, transforming from a 28-year-old woman into an 18-year-old girl.

Upon careful recollection of the original owner's memories, it was clear that the original owner's hospitalization this time was purely accidental.

There weren't as many of the traps and schemes depicted in novels.

Just yesterday, the original owner and her classmates went on a picnic in the park.

As a pampered young woman, Shang Yanfang had never cooked, chopped vegetables, or started a fire.

I had no choice but to go wash the vegetables, and I accidentally slipped and fell into the river.

Later, her soul was replaced, becoming the current Shang Yanfang.

This picnic was because Shang Yanfang and her classmates were all preparing to go to the countryside as educated youth.

So they wanted to get together one last time, but unexpectedly, Shang Yanfang had an accident.

"Mother, my second brother said that my little sister is back."

Just as Shang Yanfang finished receiving the original owner's memories, she heard a chattering voice.

Before they knew it, it was time to leave work, and the original owner's family members gradually returned home.

From the little girl's memory, she knew that the one who had returned was her eldest sister, Shang Yanyan. Shang Yanyan and her second brother, Shang Guoqiang, were twins.

The two are a pair of bickering lovers.

Before she could finish recalling, the original owner of this body was now her second older sister.

He rushed to their room and knelt down beside their bed.

The Shang family has three sons and two daughters.

The eldest brother, Shang Guohua, went to join the army, and the second brother, Shang Guoqiang, was the director of the supply and marketing cooperative.

The eldest sister is the stunningly beautiful woman standing right in front of her—Shang Yanyan.

Shang Yanyan and she belong to two different types of beauties.

My older sister, Shang Yanyan, is the kind of mature and sexy beauty with a curvaceous figure.

The original owner, Shang Yanfang, was the sweet and adorable type of girl from a modest family.

The reason the two sisters are so beautiful is because no one in the original owner's family was ugly.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman before her, Shang Yanfang was completely mesmerized.

The beautiful woman touched and looked at her all over, and even checked her forehead temperature.

"It's okay, sis, I'm fine now."

Watching herself being examined and turned over by her older sister like a rag doll, Shang Yanfang said helplessly.

"Yanyan! Don't bother your sister, let her rest for a while."

In the living room, Shang's mother heard her youngest daughter's accusation.

"You should rest for a while. I'll come and call you when it's time to eat," Shang Yanyan said before leaving.

Seeing that her older sister had left, Shang Yanfang no longer wanted to rest.

So she got up and followed Shang Yanyan out.

Just then, Shang Erqiang, the father, also returned home from get off work.

Seeing Shang Yanfang come out of the room, he hurriedly asked, "Nannan! Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, Dad." Shang Yanfang, having absorbed the original owner's memories, said naturally.

"Dinner's ready," said Madam Shang, having finished cooking, seeing that everyone was still chatting.

"Coming, Mother," Shang Yanfang replied and walked towards the dining table.

Once everyone had arrived, Shang's mother brought a bowl of millet porridge from the kitchen and placed it in front of Shang Yanfang, saying, "Nannan, drink this; it's nutritious."

Shang Yanfang glanced at the other people's bowls, which were all filled with corn porridge.

There was only a cabbage and a potato shredding dish on the table, but neither dish had any oil at all; they looked like they had been boiled in water.

"Mother, let's eat together," Shang Yanfang said, her voice choked with emotion.

"Eat, you should eat. It's good for your health," Shang Yanyan urged.

Unable to bear it any longer, Shang Yanfang lowered her head and ate the porridge in her bowl.

She secretly vowed to herself that she would ensure her whole family could eat fine grains.

After all, she is a person with space.