Chapter 2
Editor: Princess
When Qin Huanxi woke up, the sky had already darkened. He sat up from the sofa, his head still a little dizzy, although the pain had lessened. He didn’t rush to turn on the light, leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest. After a moment, he got up to switch on the light. The sudden brightness stung his eyes, and he squinted until he gradually adjusted.
Qin Huanxi went downstairs and called over a maid, asking her to inform the old master in the main house that he wouldn’t be joining them in the front hall for dinner tonight. He then instructed the kitchen to prepare a bowl of light wontons. His body, just recovering, couldn’t handle heavy or greasy food yet. He preferred something light and easy to digest for dinner.
While waiting for the kitchen to prepare the wontons, Qin Huanxi sat on the living room sofa and turned on the TV, casually selecting a movie to play. But his thoughts drifted once again to his past life as “Ning Xue”. What he was experiencing now could probably be called “soul transfer”, or to put it more poetically, “rebirth.”
Looking back at the last four years of his previous life, Qin Huanxi felt it could only be described as “completely turned upside down”. The terrible beginning started on the day of his university graduation banquet.
Life was a constant cycle of meetings and partings. Graduation signified separation, so it was hard not to feel a wave of emotions.
Qin Huanxi only remembered that the school had held a grand banquet that day, inviting the board members and many successful alumni to attend. He had performed, playing a violin solo that left everyone present in awe.
At the banquet, as an outstanding graduate of his class and a former student council president, he toasted with many people, eventually drinking himself into a stupor. When he woke up the next morning, there was someone else in bed with him—a completely naked man. The soreness in his body left no doubt about what had happened between them the night before.
Always known for his calm and composed demeanor, it was the first time he had ever fled in panic. It wasn’t until he left the school and returned home that he gradually calmed down. Something like this happening, even though he was a man, brought an indescribable sense of shame—especially since the other person wasn’t exactly a stranger to him.
Qin Huanxi had only caught a quick glance at the man’s face, but it was enough to recognize him. The man was none other than Mo Shaoheng, a member of T University’s board and the current head of the Mo family. The name Mo Shaoheng wasn’t just well-known at T University, it was a big name in the business world. And back then, the Ning family wasn’t an ordinary family either.
Qin Huanxi wasn’t sure if Mo Shaoheng had remembered him. He didn’t want to dwell on what had happened that drunken night—how he and Mo Shaoheng ended up together, or how things had gone that far. Given the circumstances, he couldn’t really blame Mo Shaoheng either, especially since he had also drunk quite a lot at the banquet.
A lot of things happened after that, leaving him no time to dwell on that night. After graduation, he followed his parents’ arrangements and started learning how to manage the family business. Large aristocratic families often looked glamorous and wealthy on the surface, but underneath, they were like a rotten core. The fight for power was ruthless, with siblings turning against each other and family bonds meaning nothing.
At that time, the head of the Ning family was his father. Even so, there were plenty of people in the family eyeing his father’s position like wolves. His parents couldn’t afford to let their guard down for even a moment, and as the heir, the weight of responsibility on his shoulders was almost suffocating.
Qin Huanxi had always been someone who refused to lose. His father had worked hard to secure their family’s position, and it was only natural for him to protect it. During that period, he barely even went home, practically living in the company. Losing his status as the heir was one thing, but a single misstep could cost him his life.
Just as he was starting to adjust to the hectic pace, his body began to show signs of trouble. At first, he thought it was just the irregular meals ruining his stomach. But his appetite grew worse and more unpredictable. Every morning, he would throw up so badly it left him dizzy, and he lost a noticeable amount of weight. Eventually, his family couldn’t stand by anymore and called in a trusted doctor to examine him. The results completely shattered his understanding of reality.
He was pregnant!
Qin Huanxi could only remember staring blankly for a long time before exploding in a fury unlike anything he’d ever felt. If his parents hadn’t held him back, he might have actually attacked the doctor. But deep down, he knew he was just venting the overwhelming pressure that came with being the “heir”. The doctor, a longtime family friend with extensive experience, would never play such a cruel joke on him.
In the past twenty-something years of his life, he had never even had a girlfriend, so it wasn’t hard to figure out who the child’s other father was.
His first instinct was to get rid of the child. But male pregnancy was unheard of— it was practically a fantasy. Even the most skilled doctors had no experience with something like this and wouldn’t dare perform surgery lightly. No one could predict the consequences, and no one wanted to take responsibility for such an unknown risk. Besides, even though he was a man carrying a child, his body was healthy, with all his indicators perfectly normal.
Afterward, Qin Huanxi slowly calmed down. His parents would never let him take such a risk, and he himself didn’t dare gamble with his own life. At the end of the day, the child in his belly was his own flesh and blood, and there was an undeniable sense of connection.
The pregnancy wasn’t as difficult as he had imagined. Once he got through the morning sickness phase, he could eat and drink normally and even sleep soundly. It was only later, when his belly grew bigger, that his body started to feel the strain. But even then, it was within what he could handle. During this time, he could only comfort himself with the thought that in just a little while, he’d have a chubby, healthy son in his arms.
When the child was finally born, Qin Huanxi stopped caring about the absurdity of a man being pregnant. His son looked so much like him. Although the child’s eyes and nose bore a slight resemblance to the other father, Mo Shaoheng, overall, he resembled Qin Huanxi more. This filled him with immense pride and excitement, and his son instantly became the treasure of his heart.
Qin Huanxi had thought his life was finally complete— he had his son, he was gradually getting the hang of running the company, and everything seemed to be settling into place. But his uncles didn’t let up. They joined forces with his business rivals and snatched away several key projects, leaving the company unable to recover the large sums it had invested.
His parents sold off everything they owned to cover the losses, but it wasn’t enough.
Unable to bear the blow, they ended their own lives. At that time, Qin Huanxi thought life couldn’t get any more tragic. If it hadn’t been for his precious son, he might have followed his parents in death.
“Young Master… Young Master…”
A respectful, gentle voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Qin Huanxi came back to his senses, realizing his face was cold and damp. He stood up, pretending to be calm, avoiding the worried gaze of the maid. Turning his back to her, he said, “Take the wontons to the dining room. I’ll wash up and eat in a moment.”
“Yes, Young Master!” The maid didn’t dare disobey him, although she watched his retreating back with concern. The Young Master wasn’t a man of many words, but he was never harsh with the household staff. He treated them kindly, and even if they made mistakes, as long as it wasn’t a matter of principle or ethics, he wouldn’t scold them.
Qin Huanxi walked quickly into the bathroom. Looking up, he saw his reflection in the mirror—a face so flawless and striking that “breathtaking” didn’t do it justice. It was the kind of face that would turn heads wherever it went. He raised a hand to touch his red, swollen eyes in the mirror; his fingertips felt icy cold.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, sending sharp stabs of pain through his hands. But even that couldn’t compare to the suffocating ache in his heart.
After his parents’ suicide, he used the little savings he had left to rent a rundown apartment and moved there with his son. He wasn’t afraid of hardship or starting over. He could swallow his pride and endure humiliation, but he refused to let his son suffer alongside him. Unfortunately, fate didn’t give him the chance to rise again.
Qin Huanxi had known for a long time that as long as he was alive, those people would never let him go. They feared he might make a comeback or seek revenge.
That day, as usual, he went to pick up his son from kindergarten. But shortly after driving away, he noticed something was wrong-the car had clearly been tampered with. Before he could think of a way to respond, an explosion rocked the car, and he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he had become Qin Huanxi, the prodigious violinist from a prestigious musical family. Strangely, he felt calm. As long as he was still alive in this world, there was hope. He still had his son, and no matter what kind of life he had to face or what identity he had to take on, he would never give up on bringing his son back to him.
Qin Huanxi’s calm didn’t last long. When he found out that three years had passed since his death, his heart sank into utter despair. If his body, weakened from nearly three months of unconsciousness, hadn’t been too frail to handle it, he would’ve laughed maniacally. Laughed at how cruel fate was, giving him the chance to live another life, only to rob him of three precious years.
Three years. It had taken him three years to accept that he had a son, three years to watch his son grow from a newborn to a toddler learning to walk, calling him “Daddy” in his baby voice, and to personally take him to kindergarten. Those three years had turned him from a wealthy man to someone who had lost everything, upended his entire life, taken his parents’ lives, and ultimately cost him his own.
It was clear heaven didn’t favor anyone too much. Qin Huanxi wasn’t someone greedy for more than he deserved. He had already lived one life more than others. After a brief period of despair and self-pity, he quickly pulled himself together. As long as he was alive, no matter the cost, he would never give up on finding his son. No matter how ruthless those people were, they shouldn’t have gone so far as to harm a three-year-old child.
Qin Huanxi clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to stay calm. No matter how anxious he felt, he had to be patient. The current situation didn’t allow for reckless action. The old man who genuinely cared for the original owner of this body might not know the truth, but Qin Huanxi, now living in this body, understood better than anyone else—this car accident wasn’t as simple as it seemed. He was absolutely certain it wasn’t an accident.
In the first few days after he woke up, he could even sense the lingering thoughts of the body’s original owner. Everyone else only saw the brilliant and dazzling life of a prodigious violinist, but no one knew how much the original owner resisted such a life. After all, who would willingly let their entire life be shackled by their family’s honor? It was precisely because of the original owner’s intense rejection of this life that Qin Huanxi was able to awaken in this body.
Qin Huanxi knew that it wasn’t because the doctors couldn’t save him—it was because the original owner didn’t want to wake up.
The original owner chose to escape, escape from the heavy shackles of the “prodigious violinist” title, escape from a fate he couldn’t break free from but didn’t dare to fight against. What he truly wanted to avoid, however, was facing his real self, something he could never muster the courage to confront.
Qin Huanxi sighed. What right did he have to lament the life of this body? He was just as much of a coward as the original owner. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been pushed into a corner by fate. In the end, the original owner had completely abandoned everything, and Qin Huanxi wasn’t doing much better—he was still firmly trapped in fate’s grasp.
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