Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

When Fang Yanmei woke up, she saw a brand-new ceiling above her, though it looked a bit old. She was a little dazed. As she got up, her cotton coat slipped down, revealing her slender arms. "I... I'm back? Was it a dream?"

Unable to resist pinching herself, the real pain confirmed Fang Yanmei's suspicions: she was back, back in her own body, yet she couldn't be sure.

Because this unfamiliar environment was completely different from her original cramped and dark storage room—a spacious and bright room, clean pajamas, and a beautiful street view—she thought, "Is this my room in Hong Kong?"

She turned her head in disbelief, looking around at the furnishings of the house. It was clean and simple. There was a blue and white checkered tablecloth on the table, with several cartons of milk and packaged sandwiches on it, along with a note: "The first thing to do when you wake up is to eat breakfast. Don't go hungry."

Fang Yanmei picked up the sandwich and milk in a daze. All she could think of was Qin Weiming, who had borrowed her body. Only he would do something so unnecessary.

And what about your original home?

Even though her mother didn't love her, she was still her biological mother.

However, Fang Yanmei walked around the house but couldn't find any other information. Helpless, she could only sit down and eat breakfast while thinking.

As she sat down, her gaze fell upon a small blackboard in front of her, on which was clearly written: "If you have any questions, write them in your notebook, in your usual spot."

"The usual spot?" Fang Yanmei quickly lay down and reached her fingers deep under the bed. She finally felt something hard and pulled it out. She found a thick notebook, which was indeed left by Qin Weiming.

Now Fang Yanmei was absolutely certain. She opened her notebook, which contained Qin Weiming's notes on everything he had done over the past week, including how he immediately set out to move out of Qin Meijin's house after learning about her situation.

There was no tense conflict or any provocative contradiction, but he simply and quickly severed ties with Tam Mei-kam.

Fang Yanmei was stunned. On the right side of the notebook, Qin Weiming thoughtfully wrote down how to communicate: "When your mother only wants to be your daughter and enjoy your support, you should stop. Don't give others a reason to hurt you. If you can't handle it, leave it to me."

Looking at these words, Fang Yanmei found it hard to describe her feelings. She didn't know how to respond to Qin Weiming's words, which seemed to be telling her that he would take care of everything for her.

Indeed, apart from Qin Weiming, it's hard to find anyone in the world who can empathize with him as much as he does.

Fang Yanmei sighed. She had known it would turn out this way from the beginning, but when she actually faced it, she still found it unbelievable.

It is true that bodies can be swapped in this world. Qin Weiming also said that they are still observing this phenomenon and do not know if this body swapping phenomenon is regular. If it is regular, how many days later will the next body swap occur?

Furthermore, if the two of them are to exchange information later, it would be best to write down everything that happened in those days, big or small, in a notebook so that the other party can easily refer to it.

Fang Yanmei nodded secretly; the other party's thoughts were completely in line with hers.

Without realizing it, she found herself having a connection with the other person.

This made her curious about what the other person had done with her body during this time. Judging from the other person's description, it seemed that he had written down everything that had happened during this period in the form of a diary.

So Fang Yanmei simply took her notebook and sat on the bay window, and began to examine it carefully.

From the first day when she lent Cheng Kui'an more than 10,000 yuan, Fang Yanmei was secretly amazed by his generosity. But if that was the case, how did he have the money to rent this house and then leave her with tens of thousands of yuan in the drawer?

Fang Yanmei was stunned when she saw what Qin Weiming had been doing recently. He had actually crossed such a big line, directly using a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scheme to get in touch with Cheng Long.

"Is this really not a TV show shoot?" Fang Yanmei also knew Cheng Kui'an, but she only knew that he was making a living in the film industry by doing odd jobs. She never thought that she could get to know a movie star like Jackie Chan who was once famous through him.

However, considering that Qin Weiming knows a big star like Brigitte Lin, perhaps he is better at dealing with these kinds of people.

Thinking about it this way, Fang Yanmei felt relieved. However, when she saw the end of the diary entry, she was surprised to find that Qin Weiming planned to let Fang Yanmei enter the film and television industry, preferably by playing a supporting role in a movie, even if it was just an action role.

Fang Yanmei was instantly petrified. To put it nicely, her profession was that of a singer; to put it bluntly, it was a shady job in the nightlife industry.

She never imagined that one day she would be on the big screen.

"Can I have such an opportunity too?" Fang Yanmei looked at the basic plan Qin Weiming had made for her in her diary in disbelief. If someone else had said these words to her, she would have thought it was a fantasy. But what happened to her was even more unbelievable than a fantasy.

Moreover, Qin Weiming has demonstrated his terrifying efficiency, severing ties with the vampire family within a week and moving to a clean and tidy large room with a private bathroom, something Fang Yanmei could never have imagined before.

Within that week, he paved the way for her to enter the film industry. Although Qin Weiming said that he impressed Cheng Long and others with his script and ideas, Fang Yanmei had already developed a sense of awe for Qin Weiming. He was just too amazing.

Despite being younger than herself, she can write songs and scripts, and seems to have a precognitive ability to cultivate relationships with these popular figures in advance—something Fang Yanmei, who has not received relevant training, could not do.

However, Fang Yanmei felt no tension or fear, only eagerness for the future, because she had seen the detailed plan Qin Weiming had written for her.

"I will try my best to interact with them in the same way you do. Except for some details of our conversations, which may be different from yours, you just need to be yourself. I believe in your potential. You must have something extraordinary to have been chosen by God to switch places with me. Fang Yanmei, you will definitely become a big star."

Fang Yanmei's feelings were complicated. Only at this moment could she glimpse a rare youthful innocence in Qin Weiming, yet it happened precisely when he trusted her. She wanted to travel back in time and scream at him, "I didn't!"

However, Fang Yanmei clearly thought of something important: now that she was back, Qin Weiming should have gone back as well. Could they contact each other?