Transmigration: I, the Dragon Overlord, start by protecting my beautiful bride!

Hearing these words, Long Aotian felt increasingly embarrassed.

He felt a pang of shame when he recalled how he had been living a life of luxury and frequenting various nightclubs.

Finally, after he finished eating and got up to leave, his old friend stopped him from paying. So Long Aotian had his secretary transfer several million yuan directly into his card, under his own name.

Anyway, Shen Lian had promised him that he could spend the money in the card however he wanted...

After leaving the breakfast shop, he drove around N City.

It's been almost two years since I left, and the city has changed a lot.

Some places that I used to know so well, I almost don't recognize now...

After wandering around for a while, Long Aotian drove up to his own grave.

Before he died, he had very little of his total assets left. His relatives helped with the funeral arrangements, but they were all a bunch of people who wouldn't get involved without some kind of profit to offer.

Therefore, the burial plot and urn they chose for Long Aotian were the cheapest available, and they didn't even hold a banquet...

Looking at the overgrown weeds in front of his grave, Long Aotian couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation.

I never imagined he was so unpopular; no one even helped him weed...

With that in mind, he decided to do it himself. Last week, he pulled up all the weeds around the grave. After all, it was his own grave, and he had to take care of it.

So when he stepped forward to take a look, he found a bunch of withered blue lotus flowers in front of his tombstone.

He loved lotus flowers the most, especially the blue and red ones.

Upon seeing the bouquet of flowers, Long Aotian suddenly felt a lump in his throat and his eyes welled up with tears.

He never imagined that anyone in this world would come to see him...

Knowing that someone else would come to help him weed, Long Aotian gave up the idea of ​​doing it himself. After all, this was something that the living should do for the dead.

Having figured this out, Long Aotian went to see a few more friends, but as a stranger. Seeing that his friends were all doing well, he had nothing to worry about.

After all, he himself has always been the one who couldn't live a good life...

Finally, he arrived at the familiar apartment building. Counting from the bottom up, he saw that the familiar floor was still brightly lit. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he bought some gifts and took the elevator upstairs.

He knocked on the door with trepidation, and immediately a familiar voice came from behind. Then the door was opened, and a familiar face saw him and stared blankly.

"Who are you looking for?"

“Uh…” Long Aotian hesitated for a moment, but finally said, “Auntie, I am a friend of Long Aotian. I am here today because he asked me to visit you.”

"Aotian's friend?" The middle-aged woman in front of him was a relative of his, who usually treated Long Aotian as if he didn't exist. But out of politeness, or perhaps because he was wearing a bespoke suit and had a refined appearance, she still let Long Aotian in.

Upon entering, all the familiar faces turned to look at him, but none of them recognized him.

Long Aotian looked at them, greeted them one by one, and presented them with the gifts he had bought.

Seeing the expensive nutritional supplements and cigarettes and alcohol, these people were very curious as to how the already dead Long Aotian could still have such friends.

"Hey handsome, what do you do for a living?"

"How could our Aotian know you? I've never heard him mention you before."

Faced with their questions, Long Aotian fabricated a story that was reasonably plausible.

But his purpose in coming here was not to visit these people, but to visit his elderly grandmother.

The middle-aged woman didn't pay much attention to his request; her focus was entirely on the expensive gifts that Long Aotian had brought.

Long Aotian entered the cramped room, which was filled with an unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine and the stench of decay emanating from an elderly person.

The old woman lay in bed while her children and grandchildren chatted enthusiastically outside, but none of them considered whether she might be bored.

"Grandmother, hello, I am Long Aotian's friend. I've come to see you." Long Aotian sat down by the bed and gently woke the old woman.

Long Aotian's grandmother opened her eyes and woke up. She looked at Long Aotian, suddenly grabbed his shoulders, and said in a trembling voice, "Aotian, Aotian, you've finally come back to see me?"

Upon hearing this, Long Aotian was stunned at first, and then just as he was about to speak, a surge of emotion welled up inside him, making him unable to control himself from shedding tears.

He didn't even dare to look her in the eye, and could only turn his head away, compose himself, and then continue, "Grandmother, you've got it wrong. I'm not your grandson, I'm his friend."

The old woman leaned closer, looked him over carefully, and said, "I can't be mistaken, you are my grandson Aotian..." She seemed to be able to see Long Aotian's appearance clearly, so she reached out to stroke his hair and cheeks, saying with heartache, "Oh dear, how come you've lost so much weight? Are you working too hard? Why don't you stay here this time? Grandma will make you something nice to eat to nourish you." As she said this, she sat up from the bed, opened the door, and took Long Aotian's hand, walking towards the kitchen.

This scene was also witnessed by the middle-aged woman, who immediately asked while cracking sunflower seeds, "Mom, weren't you asleep? Why are you up and making a fuss again?"

The old man immediately replied that he was going to cook for his grandson and told her not to be nosy.

But the middle-aged woman laughed, stood up, came to her, pointed at Long Aotian, and asked, "Mom, you're saying he's Long Aotian? I think you're really senile. Aotian is dead. Don't embarrass yourself here. Go back to sleep!"

Upon hearing this, the old woman turned to look at Long Aotian again. She still believed she hadn't misjudged him. Holding Long Aotian's hand, she asked with hope in her aged face and eyes, "Aotian, tell them you're my precious grandson, right?"

Long Aotian fell silent, while the middle-aged woman continued to complain, "Ugh, talking like an idiot like you is infuriating! I've already told you he's not Aotian, he's a guest, why can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Long Aotian couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he stepped forward and said, "Yes, Grandmother, I am your grandson Aotian."

Hearing this, everyone in the house was stunned, including the middle-aged woman. But she quickly realized that Long Aotian was just trying to coax her, so she could only smile and say, "Oh dear, he's already reached the point of being senile. You don't need to talk to him about this." As she spoke, she took the old woman's hand, preparing to forcibly take her back to bed.

Seeing this, Long Aotian immediately grabbed her wrist and said, "I said I am her grandson, and she said I am her grandson too. Aotian and I are also good friends. So what's wrong with coaxing the old lady like this?" As he said this, his eyes became colder and colder.

"This..." The middle-aged woman was somewhat reluctant, her face showing her displeasure, but as soon as Long Aotian took the thousand yuan, she immediately beamed with joy and ignored the two of them.

Long Aotian was extremely disappointed by their attitude, so he secretly made up his mind that even if he were no longer alive, he would get his grandmother rid of these people.

Thinking this, he sent another message to his secretary. His grandmother had prepared a large meal for him, many of which were his favorites. However, due to her age and lack of cooking experience, she had made each dish terribly.

But Long Aotian still ate with relish, until, as he ate, he could no longer hold back his tears, which streamed down his face. The old man looked at him, wiped away his tears, and comforted him, saying that if he had been mistreated outside, he should just come home...

After saying goodbye to his grandmother, Long Aotian left N City, traveled to surrounding cities, and finally returned to Ye Fan's home, where he met Shen Lian again.

"How do you feel?"

"very bad."

"But you don't seem to be in any pain at all."

"Bad doesn't necessarily mean painful."

Looking back on the past two days and seeing the people he had met before, Long Aotian realized how incredibly wrong he had been.

"Okay, are you ready to go back?"

"of course."

Long Aotian's eyes became even more determined, as did his mind.

"There are still many things I haven't finished waiting for me. Juanxin, Beichuan, Zhaoyi, they are all still waiting for me!"

"Alright, in that case, let's go!" Shen Lian said. It was at this moment that Long Aotian remembered something. He turned to look at Shen Lian beside him and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, I haven't had a chance to ask you yet, how exactly did you get me over there?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a bee sting on his shoulder.

But when he turned his head to look, he only saw Ye Fan's private doctor...

"What, what are you doing..."

Long Aotian immediately felt dizzy, but because he believed that Shen Lian would not harm him, he did not struggle.

"Remember, all the truth you seek lies deep within the jade stardust of the Shang Dynasty, so you must reach there by any means necessary..."

In his daze, Long Aotian could still hear Shen Lian's voice in his mind.

He was then led to a room where, instead of modern furniture, there was a stone bed covered in runes and a jade tree carved from crystal-clear jade.

But if you look closely, you'll find that this tree is not an inanimate object, but a living thing still full of vitality...

As Shen Lian took out a jade pendant, the jade tree slowly emitted a dazzling light.

Long Aotian's vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again and woke up, he found himself back in darkness...