Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

Where Fang Yanmei couldn't see, Qin Weiming grinned like a fox: "Of course! Who am I? I've introduced you to Cheng Long and Yuen Biao in such a short time. If I didn't have some skills, why would they even notice me?"

"Can I really act? I'm just an ordinary person you could see anywhere in Hong Kong." Fang Yanmei looked at herself in the mirror, still hesitant.

As for having a nice voice, Fang Yanmei knew that there were countless people with better voices than her. Moreover, she had never been to school and had never received any professional training. Someone like her could easily hit ten people if she threw a brick at them in a Hong Kong nightclub.

Qin Weiming's voice came through the receiver, sounding like a devil bewitching Fang Yanmei: "You should trust my judgment. If it doesn't work out, then let me do it. But before that, here's a schedule I wrote for you. You can attend classes as needed. If you find it difficult, adjust it yourself or tell me. I can answer my phone at night."

If you have any other thoughts, just write them down at the end of this notebook and let me know. Oh, and I also have something to say, written at the end of this notebook, so remember to read it. I'm hanging up now, my mom's going to be gossipy.

The receiver rang, and then the line went dead.

"Okay." Fang Yanmei reluctantly hung up the phone. The receiver was already hot. The call wasn't cheap, but Fang Yanmei didn't care at all and paid the bill.

The first time she spoke with Qin Weiming and heard his voice, she felt excited and curious.

Qin Weiming is a real person, and you can communicate with him in real time. He knows everything she did when she was Qin Weiming. This novel feeling makes Fang Yanmei want to laugh.

To hide her smile, Fang Yanmei tried to go back to her room and lie on the bed in a starfish position before she could finally roll around and laugh.

Perhaps to everyone else, Qin Weiming is still the same person they know, unchanged.

Only Fang Yanmei knew that she and Qin Weiming shared a secret unknown to everyone else.

Furthermore, Qin Weiming's arrangements for her were comprehensive. Fang Yanmei couldn't quite describe the feeling of being strongly cared for and even having everything arranged by another person, but it didn't seem to bother her.

"So many classes? Ah Ming! I haven't been to school since I was four years old!" The warmth in Fang Yanmei's heart vanished the moment she saw the densely written course schedule. Looking at the various courses, she felt her scalp tingle. She even saw a basic etiquette course on the list. She had an urge to go back and grab the microphone to yell at Qin Weiming.

With so many courses, does she think she's some kind of superhuman who doesn't need to earn money or support a family?

Thinking of this, Fang Yanmei flipped to the end of her notebook. She planned to give Qin Weiming a good scolding and make him pay back all the gratitude she had felt. He was so shameless! He had actually arranged all these courses for her. Only now did she realize that although she wasn't in a hurry to pay the rent here, how would she live and make money if she didn't work in nightclubs?

"The 20,000+ yuan in the drawer is what I earned, and it's for you to spend. Your body is mine now too, so Amei, please treat my body well. Thank you! Thanks♪(･ω･)ﾉ Remember to eat breakfast every day; I'll check next time I come. If you lose weight, hmph! Just you wait and see how I get my revenge!"

Qin Weiming wrote these words in the notebook without any attempt to conceal them. Fang Yanmei was immediately stunned. She never imagined that she would one day be supported by a boy several years younger than her. Moreover, what kind of talk was he giving? What did he mean by saying that this was his body?

Fang Yanmei was both ashamed and angry. No matter how androgynous she was, she was still a girl at heart. Naturally, she was unhappy to be described in this way by a strange man.

But she was quickly drawn to the words below and couldn't help but read on: "Sister Mei, I know that doing these things so rashly might make you uncomfortable, but in my eyes, you shouldn't just be working hard in nightclubs to make a living and handing over that money to Qin Meijin. You should live a better and more comfortable life. I just washed and dried the blankets, so please don't look down on them. I hope that in the future I can become your friend and your family. My parents are also your parents."

I think no one in Hong Kong or China has ever experienced such a body swap. Our lives were irresistibly intertwined at that moment. From then on, you are my closest friend in the world. I want to be good to you, and I hope you will accept me. If there is anything you want to do or experience, you can tell me, and I will try my best to accomplish it. That's all.

Armin said.

The boy's writing was still somewhat immature, but it revealed a warmth that Fang Yanmei had never experienced since birth.

She closed the book, and then there was a knock on the door.

"Hey beautiful, delivering milk! I left it outside; I took yesterday's bottle."

The sound of hurried footsteps.

The sounds in the hallway rose and fell quickly.

Fang Yanmei went outside again and picked up the two bottles of milk from the ground; they were still warm.

A clear glass filled with pure white milk. She picked up a straw from the table, inserted it, and drank. It was very sweet.

After finishing her drink, Fang Yanmei touched her slightly bloated stomach and awkwardly remembered that she had just drunk quite a lot. It was all Qin Weiming's fault for setting so many rules for her, including the requirement to eat breakfast every day. He was clearly younger than her, but he always acted like an old man.

When Fang Yanmei opened the refrigerator, she was surprised to find it filled with all sorts of fast food, from sausages to pickles and even frozen dumplings in various flavors. She couldn't help but admire how much Qin Weiming was afraid she would starve to death at home, that he had even prepared various kinds of instant noodles. She knew that Qin Weiming had really put his heart into these things.

"This guy, he's several years younger than me, yet he takes such good care of me. Is he my younger brother or older brother?" Fang Yanmei couldn't help but mutter. She didn't even have time to close the refrigerator door. She watched the water stains slowly spreading on the floor, grabbed a tissue to wipe them, but tears unknowingly dripped onto the ground. She couldn't help but pick up a glass bottle of milk. The warm breath, with a hint of the unique sweetness of milk, made the sad emotions in Fang Yanmei recede like a tide.

She couldn't help but recall what Qin Weiming had said: from the moment they swapped bodies, they were the closest people to each other in the world because they shared half of each other's bodies. This feeling made her heart flutter a little, and she didn't seem so resistant to his upcoming course arrangements.