Chapter 6 (1/2)

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“Look at how good I look. You know that I’m fine!” Zhao Jia said with a fake smile.

The doctor said hesitantly, “But…”

She was in a terrible mood and did not want to do a check-up. “I know my body very well…” Seeing that she kept refusing, the two doctors looked at each other, then walked out.

Rich people had very different perspectives. As long as they were still alive, they did not care for checkups. As long as they were happy.

When their health was failing, they would naturally look for them and beg them for help.

Zhao Jia was the only one left in the ward. She walked into the bathroom expressionlessly.

The white bricks on the walls and the bright incandescent light shone on her. She stood in front of the sink and looked at herself in the wide mirror.

Compared to the picture she’d seen on her phone earlier, the lines of her face now were more obvious than when she was 17 years old. Her breasts were also fuller. She wore a hospital gown.

She pinched her arm. “Ah… It hurts.”

So this was not a dream. It was real. She really woke up five years later, and she had a husband. She yearned for her university life which she thought was better than her life right now.

She walked out in despair. She sighed and said, “My youth…”

She picked up her phone and entered her password. When she saw Peng Zezai’s face, she was furious! She immediately took a selfie with her phone and changed the wallpaper and lock screen. She was much more pleasing to the eye now.

There were still many unfamiliar apps on her phone. She opened her commonly used Weibo first. Who was this celebrity? Who was this internet celebrity? These two people who were unrelated to each other had hidden marriages and had children?

This couple actually divorced? This female celebrity actually had plastic surgery? And what do these messy abbreviations mean?

She could not understand it. In just a few minutes, she exited Weibo with a dumbfounded look and opened WeChat. The top contact in her chat list was named My Dear Husband, followed by a heart shape.

Peng Zezai’s profile picture was simply his initials.

She opened the dialog box and the chat log was from a week ago. The message was from her: I made porridge for you. Remember to eat it when you come back. She looked at her hands. She had never cooked since she was young. Why would she cook porridge for him?

“This isn’t me! This isn’t me!” Zhao Jia said awkwardly.

More importantly, Peng Zezai had not replied at all.

She quickly looked at their chat history. She seemed to be carrying the conversation. Peng Zezai would occasionally reply with one or two words, sounding extremely cold.

Heh. She decisively changed Peng Zezai’s contact name to something derogatory and archived his chat.

He did not deserve her!

“Peng Zezai, you’ve gone too far…”

She found Fang Tang’s WeChat chat box and sent her a message. Then, she lay on the bed and continued to digest the fact that she had transmigrated to five years later.

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