WBSGVS Chapter 135 V1

An “accident” is usually the result of many factors coming together. Under normal circumstances, unless fate or the plot dictates otherwise, those who are meant to die will die. If an accident is avoided once, it won’t happen again.

So, when Xia Yong ended up with an upset stomach after drinking a bowl of soup lovingly prepared by his dutiful daughter—so bad that he spent the entire morning in the bathroom and couldn’t leave the house—he unknowingly avoided a disaster.

By noon, his legs were weak, and he had lost his appetite completely.

If she weren’t his biological daughter, he might have suspected her of attempting murder just because they had a second child. That soup… was seriously potent!

Qingli chuckled. “Oh, come on! It’s not like you guys have billions in inheritance. What would be the motive for murder?”

Xia Yong: “……”

He was speechless but decided not to argue with his daughter.

Though he had lost the entire morning, it didn’t affect things too much. By the afternoon, he was feeling better and went back to work. This time, Qingli didn’t stop him.

However, after she stepped out to buy a few things with Xia Yong, she returned home to find Goudan—her one-year-old little brother—staring at her intensely.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she observed him, her expression unreadable.

Goudan—no, actually, Xia Zhihao, who had returned from twenty years in the future—was completely dumbfounded as he looked at the young and beautiful girl in front of him.

This… this was his sister?!

The same sister who, in his memory, had a face full of freckles, never cared about her appearance, and constantly complained about her unhappy marriage?

No way!

She was this pretty when she was young?!

But thinking about it, it made sense. If she weren’t so attractive, how could she have married a fairly well-off man twenty years ago?

Is this some kind of joke?!

Realizing that his intense stare had been noticed, Xia Zhihao quickly averted his gaze and pretended to be an innocent baby, fiddling with the toy in his hands.

The airplane toy that he used to chew on as a teething ring was now, in the hands of his adult soul, just an airplane.

He was still in shock. How had he gone to sleep, only to wake up twenty years in the past?

Back to when he was just a newborn?

What shocked him even more was what his mother—who was now twenty years younger and still relatively healthy—had called him before his sister returned.

She had called him Goudan!

He nearly spat out blood!

Something was off. Maybe it was because of his reincarnation, but this world didn’t completely match his memories. Not only was his childhood nickname different, but his mother’s health also seemed better than he remembered.

In his past life, he vaguely recalled that his mother had had a full head of white hair and chronic back pain ever since his birth. She always said that no matter how well she recovered during postpartum, her back had never been the same after giving birth to him.

Yet now… she seemed fine?

But as a mere one-year-old child, there wasn’t much he could do or figure out.

In the few hours since he had been reborn, all he could do was be held, drink milk, or sleep.

Yet, despite this carefree, pampered lifestyle, Xia Zhihao wanted nothing to do with it.

He desperately wanted to go back.

In his past life, he had already saved up for a down payment on a house and was about to get married—why the hell would he want to relive his childhood and struggle all over again?!

But no matter how much he tried to sleep, he couldn’t wake up back in his old life. This realization made him panic. And when he saw his sister, that eerie sense of wrongness only intensified.

Something was seriously off.

At that moment, Yang Qing—his mother—felt an upset stomach and called out, “Ali, watch your brother for me!”

“Okay.” Qingli nodded.

Instinctively, Xia Zhihao stretched out his arms.

In his past life, his sister had always been the one who carried him. Their parents had been too busy, and their grandparents were too old, so she was the only one who ever held him.

But as he grew older, he had often heard people gossip about his sister—saying she took things from her in-laws to give to her own family, calling her selfish and shameless. Because of that, he gradually distanced himself from her.

Yet now… this young, pretty version of his sister? He definitely wouldn’t mind being held by her again.

But to his surprise, Qingli merely glanced at him before going back to playing on her phone.

Xia Zhihao: !!!

This is outrageous!

How could his sister, who supposedly adored him when they were young, be so indifferent?!

“Ah! Ah! Ahhhh—” Xia Zhihao screamed in protest.

Qingli lazily glanced at him, saw that he was still lying on the floor, and then… continued playing on her phone.

Xia Zhihao was furious.

I just wanted to be held and taken outside for some fresh air! But Mom hasn’t held me all morning!

After a while, Yang Qing returned from the bathroom, and Xia Zhihao immediately started crying.

Yang Qing hurried over to check on him. “What’s wrong? Did you poop again?”

After a quick inspection, she found that he hadn’t wet himself or made a mess, so she was puzzled.

Xia Zhihao pointed straight at Qingli, continuing to wail in complaint while reaching out his arms.

Yang Qing chuckled, patted his head, and said, “Oh wow, you’re even tattling now. Did your sister ignore you?”

Xia Zhihao nodded furiously.