Crossing Over to Yamada Love

"Honey, hurry up! Why aren't you down yet?" A man's urging voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You're here. Come downstairs now. What's the rush?" Mu Lan replied casually, her eyes glued to the computer screen as she listened to the urging from the other end of the line.

"Hurry up." The person on the other end said this and hung up the phone.

Mu Lan heard the dial tone coming from the receiver. She put down the phone, quickly skimmed the last paragraph of the article, sighed helplessly, shut down the computer, and went downstairs.

Sitting in the car, Mulan asked her husband, "You said your vice president's mother-in-law passed away. You're just going to give a gift and keep her company. Why do you have to drag me along?"

The person driving to Mulan's left is her husband, the same one who urged her to come downstairs quickly on the phone earlier.

He was around thirty years old, tall, with deep features, thick black eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and warm lips. Although he wasn't the cute young boy that people like nowadays, he was still considered a handsome middle-aged man.

He picked up where Mulan left off, saying, "I was worried you'd be bored at home all by yourself. Didn't we promise to take you everywhere we went when we got married? That's why I let you out for some fresh air. See how much your husband cares about you?" He then gave Mulan a charming smile.

Mu Lan rolled her eyes at him. "Take her out for some fresh air? Who takes someone to a funeral home for some fresh air? Only someone mentally unstable goes there for that."

After thinking it over, Mu Lan ignored her mentally unstable husband, leaned back in the car seat, and closed her eyes, pretending to doze off. She hadn't slept well last night because she stayed up too late reading, and now she was really sleepy. But how could she fall asleep on such a short journey? Mu Lan's mind raced back to the novel she had just read.

She was just reading Tomato's novel, *The Legend of the Wilderness*. She was engrossed in it when her husband called her out of the room. What will Ji Ning encounter next? Mu Lan was completely absorbed in the world of the novel.

"We're here, honey. Get out of the car. Here's the money; you can give it to the dean's wife later." Mu Lan's husband told her to get out of the car and handed her a white bag.

Mu Lan reluctantly accepted the money. She didn't want to socialize with people, but she had no choice. Now that she was a wife, she had to fulfill her responsibilities.

The two got off the bus together and walked through the bustling crowd; it was always this lively here. The dead don't discriminate based on holidays or weekends. That's why funeral homes are never short of business.

After a long and difficult conversation with the dean's wife, Mulan followed her husband to the guest room upstairs in the funeral home.

There were already quite a few people in the room, mostly her husband's colleagues. Mu Lan knew most of them and greeted them one by one. After listening to comments like "Your sister-in-law is getting more and more beautiful," Mu Lan rubbed her face, which was almost frozen from smiling, and sat on the bed in the guest room. She was really tired.

Looking at everyone in the room, all smiles, she sighed inwardly. They were all laughing heartily, calling each other brothers, but who knew what they were really thinking? Someone might be calling you "brother" now, but tomorrow they could be stabbing you in the back. She'd heard plenty of stories from her husband about the dark side of things at work. That's why Mu Lan disliked socializing.

Looking at her husband, Mu Lan pouted. He said he was worried she would be bored at home, but as soon as he arrived, he started playing cards with his colleagues, leaving her here alone.

Mu Lan glanced at the bed beneath her, thinking it was perfect for a nap. She could then continue reading later that night. No sooner said than done, Mu Lan lay down on the bed and began her nap.

In her drowsy state, Mulan heard her husband's colleague ask, "Brother Wang, your wife is really brave! She dares to sleep here. What if there's something evil around?"

"It's okay, she's just a reckless fool, heartless and thoughtless. Don't worry about her." That was her husband's voice.

"Are you afraid?" Mu Lan asked herself. She wasn't afraid. She had never done anything wrong in her life, so even if a ghost knocked on her door in the middle of the night, she would feel at peace. What did it matter if it was a funeral home? She would sleep soundly.

Lost in thought, Mulan drifted off to sleep.

Little did she know that this sleep would drastically change her life the next day...

In her sleep, Mu Lan felt someone stroking her face and hearing murmured whispers, but she was too sleepy to understand what they were saying. "This husband of mine is so annoying! If you want to play cards, just play properly. Why are you disturbing my sleep? I'll make you kneel on the keyboard when I get home tonight!" Mu Lan thought angrily.

"Stop messing around, let me sleep for a while," Mu Lan muttered.

Suddenly she was jolted awake. She wasn't at home anymore, but at a funeral home. There were so many people here. It wasn't just her husband touching her; could someone be taking advantage of her in the chaos?

Damn it, you dare to take advantage of me? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget.

Suddenly, Mu Lan opened her eyes. She wanted to see clearly who had touched her. If the person caught her, she was doomed.

"Lan'er, you're finally awake. How are you? Does your head still hurt? Where does it hurt? Tell Grandma quickly." The person standing before Mu Lan wasn't the lecherous man she had imagined, but rather a woman's face, about 50 years old. Her hair was styled in a bun, and she wore a dark ancient-style silk skirt. Her face showed anxiety.

This...this is her grandmother? Mu Lan was so shocked by the person in front of her that she didn't even notice the pain in her head.

This was indeed her grandmother, but she looked younger than she remembered. In the time she could remember, her grandmother was already 60 years old, older than the woman before her. What was going on? How could she be seeing a younger version of her grandmother? Could it be that her subconscious longed for her deceased grandmother so much that she dreamt of her?

Mulan was lost in thought, oblivious to her grandmother's question.

"Mother, has Lanlan woken up? Erlang went to fetch the doctor; he should be here soon. Thank God, my Lanlan is finally awake! You scared me to death!" A woman who had been wringing out a handkerchief in a basin, intending to wipe Mulan's face again—the water in the basin was a pale red, probably from wiping blood from Mulan's head—heared the old woman's words. She dropped the handkerchief, rushed to Mulan, wiping her tears as she bent down to look at Mulan, touching her forehead. Her hand was still wet, clearly from her haste to see Mulan and not having had time to wipe it.

This...this is her mother?! Mu Lan was surprised again. Why is her mother speaking Northeastern dialect? It seems dreams do have a translator function! But she could understand what her family was saying, so why bother translating?

Mulan looked at her mother in her dream. She was only in her thirties, much younger than her mother in reality, but very similar to the young mother she remembered. She also had her hair in a bun with a silver hairpin, though the hairpin wasn't very bright. She wore a dark blue cloth dress—an ancient costume. She was somewhat different from the mother she remembered who always had short hair.