Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Locke knocked on the door several times, but there was no response. He could only treat the wound on his face first, hoping that with more medicine, the wound would heal before he returned.

When Locke walked back, his wounds were covered with a thick layer of ointment, and from a distance, half of his face looked shiny.

"Young Master Luo, come here for a moment, I have something to say to you." The young man leading the group was named Wang Fan, in his twenties, and had a close personal relationship with Locke.

He pulled Locke aside, hesitated for two seconds, and decided to cut his losses quickly. "Buddy, we've been brothers for so many years, listen to my advice: a simp will only end up with nothing. This girl isn't for you, you should give up!"

When Huang Wei was mentioned, his face was filled with excitement. "Why would I give up? That young master Wang is dead, and she has no one else by her side. We grew up together as childhood sweethearts. As long as I continue to treat her well, we will definitely end up together."

Locke immediately retorted, insisting that he and Miss were the perfect match in the world. No one else in the world was more compatible with them.

"How long? Ten years, twenty years, or thirty years?"

Wang Fan continued stabbing downwards, determined to wake him up. "If she liked you, she would have liked you long ago. Why would it be some Young Master Wang? Now there's Young Master Wang, then there will be Young Master Li, Young Master Zhang..."

"Stop talking," Locke raised his voice, refusing to let him continue.

Love is a magical thing. If we could handle it gently, there wouldn't be so many heart-wrenching stories throughout history.

Locke lowered his head, his usual energy gone, relaxed his body, and slammed himself against the wall.

"Brother Fan, some things aren't so easy to give up. I've been searching for her for ten years. You can help me catch her, but please don't try to persuade me to give up. I'm an orphan. If I give up on even her, I don't know what else I can do."

Wang Fan sighed helplessly and patted him on the shoulder. "If you insist on this, then I can only support you. Let's go for a drink tonight, and I'll get a few more brothers to give you some advice. That kid Wu Sheng has had several girlfriends; he'll definitely open your eyes."

The playboy's tactics didn't suit him at all, but since it was the other party's good intention, Locke nodded and agreed.

Forty minutes later, the plane landed on the lawn of the Huang Family Manor.

Huang Wei was groggily awakened by the communicator. She fumbled for the communicator on her wrist, answered it, and it was that annoying Locke.

"Why are you like a fly, so annoying?"

Locke felt a pang in his heart, but still smiled and said, "Little princess, we're home. Go back to your room and rest."

"Okay." Huang Wei got out of bed irritably, went to the bathroom, and washed her face with cold water.

My head is still numb, why am I getting sleepier the more I sleep? Could I be sick? I'll have to get a medical device checked when I get back!

Qin Baobao observed the situation outside through Huang Wei. Once she became familiar with Huang Wei's living environment, Qin Baobao would pull Huang Wei down, and then Huang Wei would have no chance to refuse.

As expected, brute force can overcome any skill; in the face of absolute power, no problem is insurmountable.

As for Huang Wei's symptoms, Wang Xiyan also experienced them in the last world. Initially, she experienced dizziness and drowsiness, followed by increasing fatigue.

No amount of sleep will help in this situation; it's exhaustion from the soul.

One's own soul is so powerful that even when it is curled up in a corner, it can still affect the original body.

At that time, Wang Xiyan went to visit her mother, and while the two were chatting, Wang Xiyan fell asleep in her chair. If Qin Baobao hadn't noticed something was wrong and switched her back in time, Wang Xiyan might have become the second Aila.

Don't blame her for being ruthless; everything has its price. Having used her body, she'll give her a good future.

Huang Wei's situation is still in its early stages. If the two don't switch roles quickly, Huang Wei can fall asleep sitting up for up to six hours at most. However, her benefits aren't free; as a "tool," sleeping sitting up will become the norm from now on.

Huang Wei yawned as soon as she entered the door. She rubbed her face, forced herself to cheer up, and greeted her parents.

"Come down for dinner in a bit, and make sure you're all dressed neatly." The head of the Huang family looked to be only in his early thirties, with an elegant and refined air, just like his son. He sat casually on the sofa, like a noble medieval prince.

Huang Wei suppressed the urge to yawn and secretly glared at him. Her once most beloved father, since being exposed, had stopped pretending altogether. Even if he was being held hostage, he still wanted everyone to play along with his act of a harmonious family.

Is it meaningful to do this every day?

It's fake, it's fake. I really don't understand why he insists on it so much. And yet her mother goes along with him like a robot every day. These two crazy parents are driving her crazy.

"Since you're tired, let the child take a nap?" A gentle woman came out of the kitchen, her voice so soft it seemed a breeze could carry her away.

Huang Qingshu glanced at the woman indifferently, and she immediately stood silently to the side, as if her words had been blown away by the wind.

"Come down for dinner in a bit, that's the Huang family's rule." The Huang family head didn't even look up, continuing to watch the news, seemingly unconcerned whether she would come downstairs or not.

"Rules! Rules! Do I have to follow the rules even if I die?" Perhaps because she had just experienced a brush with death, Huang Wei suddenly lost her fear of her stern father, roared, and quickly went upstairs.

The head of the Huang family was stunned for a moment, then stood up from the sofa, a surge of anger bursting forth.

The gentle woman immediately ran over and grabbed his hand tightly. "The child is still young and doesn't understand. He was just saying things in anger."

The head of the Huang family looked down at the woman, his eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and restraint. "Lin Yuexin, your daughter is just as tough as you. It really is a family trait."

The woman kept her head down and didn't speak, but her hands were still tightly gripping his.

Huang Wei didn't care about their entanglements. They were a fake couple, and so many years had passed. What was there to worry about?

Huang Wei threw herself onto the bed, staring at the dreamy ceiling, unable to fall asleep. She felt like she had forgotten something very important.

Where did Brother Wang go? I haven't seen Brother Wang since we came out.

Huang Wei got out of bed and straightened her clothes. Making sure she looked beautiful in the mirror, she turned on her communicator.

There was no answer on the other end of the communicator, so Huang Wei couldn't help but go to Locke.

"Do you know where Brother Wang went? I've been calling his communicator, but no one answers. He's never like this before. Could it be... that something happened to him?"

Locke remained silent, and at that moment, his silence was the most terrifying.

Huang Wei swayed precariously as the cruise ship sank into the sea, her room flooded. If Brother Wang were safe, he would have gone back to rescue her long ago. Something must have happened to Brother Wang; how could I be so stupid to only realize that now?

Confirmed, Huang Wei turned to rush downstairs. Locke grabbed her wrist. "It's dinner time. You can't get out now."

Huang Wei calmed down a bit, grabbed Locke's arm with both hands, her eyes full of pleading. "You have a way to get out, don't you?"

"Your uncle will be angry."

"If you help me get out of here, I'll give you anything you want."

"Your uncle will be angry."

"Fine, very well! If you won't help me, I have my own way." Huang Wei turned and went back to her room, slamming the door shut with a deafening bang.