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"Didn't I tell you not to follow me? I still have to take a short train ride and then transfer to a shuttle for two hours before I can reach the street in our village, and then it's another ten miles to my home!" Jiang Yizhou squatted in front of Song Rushi, who was sitting on the platform, helping her massage her foot. Song Rushi had twisted her ankle after stepping into a crack in the pavement while wearing high heels, but fortunately, it wasn't too serious.
Seeing Jiang Yizhou exaggeratedly scrunch his nose as if he might smell foot odor, she turned her head away in mock disgust. Song Rushi, feeling both embarrassed and indignant, gently kicked him to the ground. "Get lost! Did you forget what to call me? Sister!"
The two shared an unspoken understanding. Jiang Yizhou stood up, brushed off his pants, and sat down next to Song Rushi, affectionately calling out, "Sister, you should really think about it!"
Hearing Jiang Yizhou call her sister so casually gave Song Rushi a strange sense of illusion. However, considering the slightly distorted reality, she hadn't planned on pursuing anything further.
Returning to reality, she calmly said, "You don't want your family to misunderstand, right? Hmph, don't worry; our relationship is strictly professional! I'll go to the capital first and help you soothe your girlfriend."
A scumbag should just go all the way! Jiang Yizhou thought that as long as he stuck to his principles, everything would be fine. He helped Song Rushi back to the airport and bought a ticket to the capital on-site, but he still had to wait for two or three hours.
At the security checkpoint, Jiang Yizhou pulled Song Rushi back and gently kissed her cheek before letting her go inside. As she walked through security, Song Rushi shot him a fierce glare.
Jiang Yizhou didn't know why he had become like this—somewhat childish and mischievous. Perhaps it was a combination of his simple nature from his previous life and those repressed thoughts from his past life.
He could only think this way; he originally believed that he was still primarily influenced by his past life’s thoughts. He didn't expect that the memories and thoughts from the eighteen years before this life were still affecting him.
This might be what they call a discord between soul and body in cultivation? Jiang Yizhou speculated. As more and more problems are being solved by science—even psychology and mental illnesses are gradually being classified—people tend to explain everything through scientific means.
To outsiders, his contradictory personality wasn't particularly surprising; it was just a minor issue with his mental state. However, if it were ancient times, he would probably be seen as possessed by a ghost or something similar!
But this isn't so bad! A confidante under the bed and a romantic partner on the bed—this fulfilled Jiang Yizhou's unrealistic fantasies from his past life. The inexplicable thrill and satisfaction drove him to keep pushing forward until Song Rushi ultimately gave in, which was also an implicit acknowledgment of him.
It was like a person confessing to a close friend of the opposite sex, where the other party is torn between rejecting and not wanting to lose this friend. What Jiang Yizhou did was even more despicable; he just lacked the self-awareness.
The two first arrived at the provincial capital, where Jiang Yizhou saw Song Rushi through the security checkpoint. He then took the airport shuttle to the train station, buying a short-distance ticket that passed through Xichuan. Such tickets were destined to be standing tickets, but it was only a four-hour journey, and since it wasn't a busy route, there was no need to worry about overcrowding.
The route had been checked in advance. Due to Song Rushi's situation, he had delayed for a while and was worried about missing the planned train. However, because of the delay, he was about two hours late. Nowadays, train station management wasn't very strict; one could board first and buy a ticket later.
He also conveniently bought a pack at the train station. If he couldn't find an empty seat, he could sit on the pack. He had done this many times in his past life, and even though he had suddenly become affluent now, he felt justified doing it.
"Excuse me, where are you headed?"
"To Xichuan." Jiang Yizhou proactively approached the ticket inspector who was walking over with a ticket machine, provided his destination, and paid the fare to receive his ticket immediately.
The ticket inspector noticed that Jiang Yizhou was dressed in clothes worth at least a thousand yuan and thought he must be on a business trip and missed his train. However, he just had a good attitude and continued checking tickets.
In his previous life, Jiang Yizhou had only traveled to his hometown and the capital city; he found the current backward transportation quite frustrating and was exhausted from having to run back and forth. Even if he had a car, it wouldn't necessarily reach his hometown village.
Thus, he always wanted to bring his parents and Xiao Ya to the capital city; after all, he had his career there. It shouldn't require so much back-and-forth travel. Every time he went home was exhausting; if it weren't for family ties, he wouldn't bother returning.
By the time he arrived at his village, it was almost dark. At that moment, he felt like an ordinary person—without an assistant, without a driver, without his own car, and without any entourage. He couldn't compare to Ding Zhengnan's imposing father. On this last stretch home, he didn't encounter anyone who could give him a ride and had to walk by himself.
Arriving in front of his house and looking at the grand villa, he knocked on the door for a while. Eventually, the neighbor's Second Grandpa came out with a flashlight and shone it around. "Who is it? This house has just been built; no one has moved in yet!"
Jiang Yizhou awkwardly withdrew his hand; it seemed he had forgotten about this detail. The previous news had all been conveyed through Li Yue, so he wasn't particularly clear about it.
“Second Uncle, it's me, Jiang Yizhou. My dad and mom live in Old House, right?” Jiang Yizhou greeted and confirmed again to avoid going the wrong way.
The elderly Second Grandpa, whose eyesight wasn't very good, pointed a flashlight directly at Jiang Yizhou's face, making him uncomfortable, but he knew Second Grandpa meant no harm.
“Oh, it's Jiang Yizhou! Your family lives in Old House. Your dad was waiting at the village entrance to pick you up before it got dark, but he missed you. Hurry back, don't keep your parents waiting!”
“Okay, I got it, Second Uncle. I'm leaving now; you should head back inside too!” Jiang Yizhou said politely, pulling his suitcase towards his grandparents' Old House.
“Dad, Mom, I'm back!” Jiang Yizhou happily shouted before even stepping inside.
“Our son is back!” Jiang Maoqiang said with relief. He had been worried since he hadn't heard from his son at a reasonable time. “I told you he would definitely come back; just took a little longer!”
“You still have the nerve to say that? Who was anxious like an ant?” Gao Qingzhen rolled her eyes at her husband and went out to help their son with his luggage.
“Son, why did you come back so late? We saved dinner for you—braised pork and a fish! The bed is all made for you!” Gao Qingzhen ignored her son's protests and pushed him to the table while she took his suitcase to his room and came back out to check on him.
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