[Mu Zi Zhi Jian] 5

Chapter Five

The warm morning sunlight, accompanied by melodious birdsong, streamed into the room, and I slowly

awoke from a deep sleep. Moving my limbs, the sensations were still real, yet there was an unsettling feeling.

Beside me lay a petite girl, not my lover, Mu Zi. However, from a certain angle,

she bore a striking resemblance to Mu Zi, both in appearance and mannerisms.

Unfortunately, she was too young, and being my younger sister, it was truly difficult to feel any affection for her.

The girl curled up against my chest like a kitten, looking incredibly cute. Yes, she was the youngest daughter my

aunt and uncle had entrusted to me; I affectionately called her "Little Thing," following the description given by that aged voice.

And her mother, on that very day, perished, her body vanishing. The reason for her demise was that I had used my orgasmic

technique to give her unprecedented pleasure, and with my penis, I had allowed her to experience the

continuous . But this only fueled my second uncle's lust. Unable to resist, he pulled me away and began to abuse the poor

young woman again, driving her to collapse in endless, continuous orgasms, ending her short life.

It was like a pre-planned script, unchangeable.

Although the death of one cousin and aunt meant nothing, my second uncle tried to protect his accumulated reputation, even contemplating

murdering the little girl.

I could only say one thing:

"I want her."

This strategic retreat ensured her safety and fulfilled my promise to her mother. My second uncle

knew I was family and had offered a pledge of loyalty, so he wouldn't betray me. And my little cousin, the only one who knew the truth, was the leverage I willingly

offered . Naturally, we both benefited.

Time passed quickly, and two months went by in the blink of an eye.

Yes, two months!

"...How do I get back? Sigh..." I rolled out of bed, muttering to myself. Every morning when

I woke up , I would ask this question, then subconsciously walk to the full-length mirror and stare at

myself in the reflection.

A handsome face, well-proportioned features, and jet-black hair—a color I've never had—without a single

blemish . A robust physique, an ideal figure, and of course, a pride that would astound any woman. Even after

two months, I still can't get used to seeing myself in the mirror.

Because I am Su Yishang, not Su Qinglin.

With a slight sigh, I walked back to the bedside, looking at the sleeping little one. Two months had transformed her

from a thin, immature girl into a voluptuous, standard beauty, entering puberty. What surprised me

even more was that she was actually two years younger than my ancestor, fourteen years old—something I hadn't noticed at first.

Fortunately, the little one's development was relatively slow, preventing her from falling into my second uncle's clutches.

I also discovered that my aunt and uncle might have foreign ancestry, which explained why Liu Yu'er inherited her mother's genes,

possessing stunning features and a beautiful figure, even her flowing hair. These qualities only gradually

became apparent with a richer diet and hormonal stimulation.

Her wine-red hair, partially obscuring her beautiful features, cascaded across the bed, creating a visually stunning scene.

No wonder my seemingly respectable second uncle would disregard moral constraints and commit

adultery . I suspect that if I hadn't intervened, both mother and daughter would have been his victims…

Looking at the little one, I couldn't help but wonder if she might be Su Qinglin's future wife.

Of course, the chances were slim!

If such a thing were to happen… Su Qinglin would have committed the heinous crime of incest, not only raping his own

aunt but also behaving like a beast towards his little cousin—a truly heinous crime.

However, what did that aged voice mean by "karma and reincarnation"…?

"Sigh!" I sighed involuntarily.

How could such bizarre and strange things happen to me?

Helplessly, I left the room and began a new day.

Two months had made me realize that my surroundings seemed to have returned to the late Qing Dynasty and the Japanese occupation period. At that

time , Taiwan was a highly modernized city, and its prosperity and progress were clearly untouched by

the ravages of war.

My ancestral family was a wealthy and prominent clan in the town, rising to prominence through rice trading. They maintained good

relations but never forgot their pride as locals. They flattered the rulers while also caring

for the local people.

Because of this, the rulers did not exert any special control or oppression over the region, instead adopting

a laissez-faire approach, which allowed the area to gradually develop into a unique political and economic zone. They only

intervened to maintain stability when necessary or when there was a crisis.

Strangely, I have no records of my ancestral family members. What could

have caused this? Based on my observations and explorations over this period, I believe I have traveled back in time and ended up in

the past. In other words, this is my old home.

The Western-style house I live in now will soon be destroyed, and

the old houses I know will be rebuilt on the same site.

All the clues leading to the answer, combined with my memories and understanding, point to a future war here,

a devastating catastrophe. Then, Su Qinglin rebuilds her home piece by piece amidst the post-war ruins.

But… why is it that only my ancestor remains unaffected?

It seems illogical.

Furthermore, this era differs greatly from the history I know. My town is

electrified , with excellent drainage systems, showing signs of prosperity everywhere, not to mention the

availability of trains and other modes of transportation. This drastically different and peculiar appearance makes me think this isn't the late Qing Dynasty;

it wouldn't be surprising if it were during the Japanese occupation.

The scenes around me and the gushing memories clearly tell me that

the historical memories in my head are a facade.

Ha, could it be that my time travel has changed history?

Immediately, I laugh at my own unrealistic thinking.

Without any scientific abilities or powerful military force, how could my return to the past possibly cause

such drastic changes? Moreover, I'm returning to my ancestor's body, essentially "possessing" him,

making .

If one insists on calling it chaos theory, perhaps there's room for explanation. However, a voice inside me keeps

warning me that it's impossible to influence this era by knowing what will happen in the future.

What's destined to die will die; what's destined to be missed will be missed; what's destined to live will live.

Just as my thoughts were tangled, someone excitedly entered the inner courtyard, shouting, "Qinglin, are you

there?"

I stopped thinking.

This shout also woke the little one. She looked at me groggily and said, "Brother...?"

"It's nothing, go back to sleep," I reassured her.

I grabbed my clothes, put them on, and tiptoed to the door. Then, I gestured for silence to the person making the noise

, and walked up to him, saying, "Don't be so loud, I heard you. Tell me, what

gossip this time?"

"...It's all because of your heroic deeds yesterday. You taught a few thugs who were harassing women a lesson, and

helped many people vent their anger." He walked towards me excitedly, saying, "Those people outside are bragging about your great feat

everywhere."

I smiled, feigning indifference, and said, "So what? I taught them a lesson to stop

them too far. Besides, their recent behavior has been affecting my business. I'm a businessman; I need to make

money. "

"You really are a true businessman!" he praised.

There was another reason I didn't mention: ever since that incident with the little one, I've developed an extreme aversion to

people who harass women, and I'll take action whenever I see them. Fortunately, Su Qinglin is physically very strong and has even practiced martial arts

diligently. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to handle those guys at all.

I pointed to the door behind us and said, "The little one is still sleeping. Let's go outside to talk."

Seeing my gesture, the man looked understanding, still teasing me, "This little girl... I really

can't figure out if you're her brother or she's your sister."

"Hehe," I chuckled.

Indeed, since my aunt and uncle passed away, I had taken the little one into our family under my own name,

changing her name to Su Yu'er, making her my sister. Everyone misunderstood, thinking I felt pity for her and was

acting ; some elders even praised my actions. I didn't explain much, because

no one would believe the real reason.

We then left the inner courtyard and went to the front hall.

The man before me was one of my ancestors' close friends. He had a very elegant name, "Chen

Huaiyuan."

His father was a teacher, and our two families were old friends. Unfortunately, he was a lazy, unambitious second-generation rich kid,

obsessed with becoming a literary artist. There's no doubt that his writing revolves around women and food, which is

why his father is constantly worried about him.

His greatest hobby is indulging in delicious food and admiring beautiful women with Su Qinglin, then

embellishing the experience into stories and publishing them everywhere for people to enjoy as casual conversation. He's

quite , believing himself to be very popular. He thinks it won't be long before he becomes world-famous.

In my eyes, he's like a frog in a well, oblivious to the vastness of the world, easily satisfied

. A mere town makes him so proud; in

the modern world , I guarantee he wouldn't say such things.

However, I didn't reveal my true thoughts to him. After all, I am Su Yishang, not

Su Qinglin. Besides, no matter how much I said, he probably wouldn't listen.

"Alright, what brings you here this morning?" I took a sip of the hot tea the servant had prepared for me. "If

it's another time you want me to go to a brothel with you, getting drunk and living a life of debauchery, I can't keep up. Let me tell you first, I have to go to work

at the shop ."

After hearing my question, Chen Huaiyuan explained righteously, "Qinglin, I, Chen Huaiyuan, am at least an

artist. We're going to seek out beautiful things, not treat going to brothels as a superficial activity. You know, every single beautiful woman

there deserves our appreciation. We should admire the vibrant beauty of each flower,

not just vent our lust..."

"Don't try to portray yourself as a paragon of virtue; you're just all lust and no guts!" I ruthlessly exposed his

lie . "Judging from what you write in private... you're just a word artist after all."

Chen Huaiyuan raised an eyebrow and said seriously, "Qinglin, you're not allowed to look down on me. If you dare say that

again , I promise I'll turn against you and disown you as a brother!"

"Tsk, do you think I'm serious? Don't be so rigid, it's just a joke."

I smiled ingratiatingly, "If I looked down on you, I wouldn't be putting down my work every now and then, risking my dad's

scolding , to go out with you!"

"Qinglin, you really are my good brother!" Chen Huaiyuan came over and gave me a hug.

"No..." I felt a chill and pushed him away imperceptibly. No matter how

loyal , I've never been interested in men because I'm not gay.

"Speaking of which, which shop do you want to go to today?"

"Hehe, what do you think?"

We looked at each other and smiled, very much in sync.

Then, most of the morning was spent with Chen Huaiyuan. In the afternoon, I went back to

the shop to help out until closing time.

That night, I sat in my room reflecting on the day's events.

Looking at my diary, filled with records of the past two months, I gleaned two key pieces of information about my ancestor and this

era :

First, my ancestor was a rather good person, born into a merchant family. At only sixteen, he was

ordered to take charge of the family's general merchandise business, gradually accumulating experience.

Outside, his charitable and approachable nature made him popular with most of the city's residents, who

would greet with phrases like "Good morning, Young Master Su," and even engage in casual conversation and friendly

exchanges. At the mansion, his polite yet unpretentious manner also fostered harmonious relationships with the servants.

In short, he was an outstanding individual. His only flaw was his close friendship with Chen Huaiyuan, a man of similar tastes,

giving him an image of being charming but not vulgar. Because of this, the little one becoming my sister went largely unnoticed.

Secondly, this is definitely the past; I must be a soul possessing the body of an ancestor, without a doubt. Although

I control this body, I can't control all my actions and words. In short, sometimes I

inexplicably enter a story mode, like a role-playing game, where I, as the protagonist, can only

faithfully execute a predetermined plan.

I suspect this might be the mechanism preventing me from changing the future. So, strictly speaking, am I

an observer whose soul has traveled to the past? Or, a practitioner of some special historical fragment?

My intuition tells me that I can return to my own era, but I'm missing one crucial step… what is

it? I don't know.

A bunch of strange thoughts piled up in my mind, making me dizzy.

"One step at a time…"

After this period, I gradually got used to life in this era. The pace was slow, unlike the hustle

and bustle . My workplace was the shop's accounting office, handling daily trivial matters. To put it bluntly, it was accounting

work. Fortunately, mathematics is my forte, and I also took management courses in university, so

it was relatively easy for me.

In addition, I suggested several simple and efficient improvement methods, which earned my father's praise.

Naturally , he gave me more freedom and power, relatively avoiding many unnecessary contacts.

After all, I am from the future, and there's always a strange sense of distance between me and the people and things of this era.

My relationship with the little one has also expanded further. She has become accustomed to living with me and has

a certain degree of attachment to me, but still retains some resistance. She is occasionally willful and doesn't like to talk, appearing

cold and . Most of the time, she listens to me and rarely expresses her own opinions.

This is quite similar to Mu Zi, especially her tendency to put on a cool face and say the opposite of what she means. Therefore,

I wasn't surprised by her awkwardness and dealt with it calmly.

What's rather strange is that I noticed the little one sometimes has unnatural marks on her wrists,

ankles, or neck, which are not very noticeable. At first, I thought someone in the house was bullying her—how dare they

! Later, I learned that most of the marks were caused by her carelessness.

Gradually, I stopped paying attention...

One day, Chen Huaiyuan, unusually absent in the morning, suddenly appeared at the shop in the afternoon, swaggering into

the accounting room without any regard for manners or politeness. I couldn't help but find this guy quite annoying, practically showing up every day

. Was it because our ancestors had a good relationship with him? Or was Chen Huaiyuan just bored and had nothing better to do?

Yet, this body naturally reacted with joy, welcoming his arrival.

Even before seeing him, I heard him shouting from afar, "Qinglin, look at my amazing discovery this time!

You'll be so envious!"

I closed the account book, which I had checked thoroughly, and casually handed it to the accountant assisting me, gesturing for him to leave.

Then, facing the excited Chen Huaiyuan who had run into the accounting room, I asked, "What amazing discovery is it this time? What makes you so happy,

and makes me so envious? No need to guess, it must be a great beauty, right?"

"Haha, as expected of my good brother," Chen Huaiyuan said proudly. "Let me tell you, I've found a real

beauty!"

I chuckled, teasing as usual. "What good stuff can you find? It's either those

young girls just experiencing their first love, or those sultry, flamboyant women of the night. Tell me, which one would

catch eye?"

"You're wrong, I promise this time it's completely different." Chen Huaiyuan said mysteriously, "She recently

came by boat, a beauty from the other side! How about it, interested in coming to admire her?"

"No way." I leaned back in my chair, picked up my iced tea, took a sip, and said dismissively, "

Isn't the same? Yellow skin, black hair, no matter how beautiful, it's still the same thing."

Chen Huaiyuan quickly argued, "Absolutely different, you have to believe me!"

"No interest." I said seriously, "What's different about her? Tell me.

Or are you just bluffing me?"

"I'm serious," Chen Huaiyuan suddenly perked up, saying, "According to my inquiries,

this beauty is a foreign woman."

I was shocked and stood up, asking, "Really? A foreign woman!"

A voice echoed in my mind, an important event was about to occur...

Zhao Huaiyuan was curious about my unexpected reaction, but he was still smugly boasting, continuing,

"Why would I lie to you? Let me think... Oh right, she's Dutch, red-haired and blue-eyed, and she came with a foreign

priest ."

Wait! A red-haired, blue-eyed Dutch woman.

If what Chen Huaiyuan said was true, coupled with this inexplicable intuition, did it mean that the little

thing in the big house wasn't actually Su Qinglin's wife? In other words, this red-haired, blue-eyed Dutch woman was very

likely another ancestor of mine?

Then, the clue that would take me back to the future might lie with this woman.

A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind, and my expression changed rapidly. Some fragments of my thoughts were

about to come together, but the most important element was missing, and I couldn't piece them together successfully.

I thought for a moment and said, "Okay! I'll go with you to take a look."

"That's my good brother!"

We walked out of the accounting office, told the shopkeeper we had to go out for a while, and then got into

the rickshaw waiting at the door with Chen Huaiyuan.

The moment I stepped into the rickshaw, an unease arose. Chen Huaiyuan seemed to notice my

abnormality as well, looking puzzled. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but I couldn't understand a word.

"What are you saying?" I asked him.

Seeing my hesitation, he continued to gesticulate wildly. Despite his rich body

language, I still didn't understand what he meant. I glanced at the rickshaw puller, who also gave me a strange

look , revealing a suspicious expression.

I suddenly realized. At the same time, I realized that the problem wasn't with Chen Huaiyuan or the others; the key was

with . Time began to change again, most obviously because I was now moving backwards into the shop.

At first, the speed was average, but it gradually slowed down until finally I felt a suffocating sensation of being stuck. Chen Huaiyuan also followed...

As I returned to the shop's accounting office, his face still bore the mysterious, excited expression he'd had earlier.

"...She's a beauty who recently arrived by boat, from the other side! How about it,

interested coming to admire her?"

The scene shifted back to the accounting office.

When he said this "second time," I was about to agree, knowing

everything he was about to say. But unexpectedly, this body suddenly lost control, as if entering a dramatic mode again. I

became an observer, watching this body's performance.

"No." I leaned back in my chair again, took a sip of the iced tea on the table, and said dismissively,

"Isn't it the same? Yellow skin, black hair, no matter how beautiful, it's still the same thing."

He quickly argued, "Absolutely different, you have to believe me!"

"No interest." I said seriously, "What's different about her? Tell me.

Or are you just bluffing me?"

Huh? I realized I was speaking even faster than before.

"I'm serious," Chen Huaiyuan suddenly perked up, saying, "According to my inquiries,

this beauty is a foreign woman."

I was shocked and stood up, asking, "Really? A foreign woman!"

Zhao Huaiyuan said smugly, "%&□◎%&￥$..."

Our conversation flowed like a shuttle, so fast I

couldn't understand a word. Especially the last sentence, I couldn't understand a word Chen Huaiyuan was saying.

Fast forward!

That's the most apt explanation for this moment. The rapid actions and rapid conversation were like

the fast-forward function in a movie player, only I was experiencing it firsthand. Until we got into the rickshaw, the fast-forward

speed reached its limit.

No way!

What kind of scene will appear after reaching the limit? That's completely unpredictable. For example, when watching a movie on

a computer , clicking on the timeline with the mouse will result in a different point each time. The only

certainty is that the plot moves forward.

My vision went dark, and my mind returned to the hazy realm between consciousness and subconsciousness.

However, this time it was fleeting. Before I could even react, my thoughts returned

, and my body regained control. The scene before me gradually cleared, but a slap was coming towards

me.

*Smack!*

A perfect arc, amplified by speed, struck my left cheek squarely. The

pain was excruciating; I couldn't even flinch. My anger flared instinctively, and I

tried to utter a few curses, but instead, I was met with a retaliatory slap to my right cheek.

*Smack!*

"What the hell…" I uttered.

"Ugh!" Before I could finish my sentence, my genitals were assaulted. The pain was indescribable;

only the one experiencing it could understand. I clutched my genitals in agony, slowly

sliding to the ground.

A head of fiery red, wavy hair, a flushed face contorted with rage, her delicate features twisted in a

furious expression that seemed to want to tear me to pieces. Her flawless, raised leg emerged from her vibrant long dress; it was

hard to believe she was the one who had kicked me.

"How could this be…" My vision blurred, my consciousness dwindled, and I finally

lost consciousness.

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