Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"Fang Zhouyang?" A woman looked at the two of them in shock and walked over in a few steps. "It really is you. I thought you would stay locked up in your room forever."

The woman looked Pan Yang up and down: "Tsk, he's the one who takes care of you all the time, how pitiful. Of course, I don't really pity you."

"I'm just passing by this time. I'm getting engaged on the 10th of next month. My aunt and uncle will be there too. You should give me some face, right?" The woman looked at him provocatively, then smiled and said, "Of course, I won't mind if you don't come."

Fang Zhouyang kept a gloomy face and didn't speak to her.

This clearly angered the woman, who sneered, "Do you really think you're some kind of prodigy? With your legs crippled, you're just a cripple, destined to be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

Fang Zhouyang took a deep breath: "Yu Miao, are you finished?"

Yu Miao covered her mouth, feigning surprise: "You didn't mean I'm angry, did you? Tsk, it's just a pity I'll never marry a good-for-nothing like you."

Upon hearing this, Pan Yang pulled his wheelchair back a few steps and looked her up and down: "Tsk, someone actually dares to marry you looking like this."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by 'I am like this'?" Yu Miao glared at him. "You're just a servant. You have no manners at all. The dog starts barking before the master has even finished speaking."

"So you do know you're a dog, huh?" Pan Yang nodded, feigning seriousness. "That shouldn't be the case. Someone with your intelligence shouldn't know that."

"Heh." Yu Miao rolled her eyes at the two of them and quickly left. What bad luck.

Fan Yang took Fang Zhouyang home. After lunch, Fang Zhouyang prepared to read a book.

Pan Yang was the first to move a chair and sit next to him, just looking at him without saying a word.

Finally, Fang Zhouyang couldn't help but speak up: "That woman, before I became disabled, our two families wanted to arrange a business marriage. I had no feelings for her at all. After my accident, this so-called business marriage naturally didn't happen."

"Oh." Pan Yang nodded, then turned his eyes around. "Could you lend me a million?"

"you?"

"Don't ask, I'll pay you back within a month."

Alright, Fang Zhouyang simply pulled out a bank card and gave it to Fan Yang. Although he was disabled, he had no shortage of money.

Pan Yang accepted it without hesitation, and then Fang Zhouyang realized that he saw Pan Yang less and less often, basically only during meals.

Moreover, Pan Yang often goes out late at night, and no one knows what he's up to.

Fang Zhouyang didn't feel anything. What Huan Yang did was none of his business. In fact, Huan Yang should have left much earlier.

One afternoon, the living room door opened again.

Fang Zhouyang assumed that it was Fan Yang who had returned and did not look up at him. He continued writing the sheet music with his head down, even though he had not performed for a long time.

"Zhou Yang, I've come to see you."

Upon hearing the voice, he looked up abruptly. The person who came was wearing a cheongsam and had a dignified demeanor; it was his mother.

"Hmm." Fang Zhouyang was at least shocked for a second before continuing to write the sheet music.

Fang's mother sighed, sat down on the sofa and looked at him: "My poor child." As she spoke, a few tears fell, which she gently wiped away with her handkerchief.

"Zhou Yang, shall we go abroad? We can try the medical technology overseas."

"I can't cure him," Fang Zhouyang said calmly.

These words seemed to plunge Fang's mother into hell in an instant: "My child..."

Then she changed the subject: "Your father discussed it with me a few days ago. He said the company should give it to your younger brother, Fang Bianlin." Fang Bianlin was his father's illegitimate son. Although he was taken home when he was young, he was never favored.

"As for you, the Fang family can afford to support you, so Zhouyang, you don't need to worry about me. If your father gives the company to your younger brother, I will go with your father and plan to travel around."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhouyang stopped what he was doing, looked at his mother, and saw no resentment in his eyes, or even any emotion at all.

This made Fang's mother a little scared. She took a deep breath and said, "Zhou Yang, you're practically disabled now. If it were before, your father would definitely have given you the company."

"Have you said enough?" Fang Zhouyang asked calmly, but his cold voice startled his mother.

Fang's mother smiled awkwardly: "Your younger brother's engagement banquet is in a week. As the older brother, you should come and attend. It will be held at the Fang family home." After saying that, she got up and walked towards the door without any hesitation.

The house fell silent again. Fang Zhouyang finally couldn't help but throw the pen in his hand to the ground, look at the sheet music he had written on the table, and suddenly burst out laughing.

In everyone's eyes, he was a useless person. No one cared about his abilities or his talents. Everyone sighed with regret and pity, wondering how this person could have become a useless person.

The laughter stopped abruptly, a tear rolled down his cheek, and he stared blankly at the sheet music. Finally, resentment appeared on his face. He grabbed the sheet music, tore it to shreds, and threw it on the ground. He was nothing; he was just a useless person.

When Fan Yang returned, this was the scene he saw: scraps of paper scattered all over the floor and Fang Zhouyang sitting in a wheelchair, lost in thought.

"Who's coming?"

Fang Zhouyang snapped out of his daze, lowering his eyes to look at his legs: "My mother."

Instead of asking any further questions, Pan Yang walked up to him, picked up the piece of paper from the ground, and carefully placed it on the table instead of throwing it away.

"Throw it away." Fang Zhouyang's voice was a little hoarse, as if he were carrying a heavy heart.

"Why throw it away?" Pan Yang was speechless. He pulled out some tape and glue and started to glue the torn sheet music back together. "Won't you be playing new sheet music when you go out to perform in the future?"

"..." Fang Zhouyang did not answer him, but quietly watched his actions. The man was somewhat impatient, but still did not stop sticking the sheet music. He slowly said, "I haven't performed for three years."

He hasn't performed since breaking his leg, and perhaps he himself has unconsciously given up on himself.

"Shouldn't the next performance be a resounding success?" Pan Yang felt that what he said made sense, and nodded in agreement.

"A meteoric rise to fame?"

“Yes.” Pan Yang finally finished pasting the sheet music, then looked at Fang Zhouyang’s pensive expression, took two steps over and placed his hand on his forehead: “You don’t have a fever.”

Fang Zhouyang was somewhat puzzled.

Pan Yang sighed. This child really is stupid. He patiently explained, "You just can't walk. Your talent and intelligence aren't in your legs. How can you not make a name for yourself?"

It took Fang Zhouyang a long time to recover from what Pan Yang had said. He opened his mouth and asked, "Why do you have so much faith in me? Why don't you think I'm a burden? Why have you taken care of me for so long..."