The Chaos was the beginning of the Universal Worlds and Realms.

After billions and trillions of years, is the Chaos will become its end?





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I don't know mandarin, I'm not Chinese, but I like their stories about immortals, so I'm using Chinese names on this one.

English is not my main language, so if there's  mistakes in my grammar. I Apologize. 

I will not update everyday. At least 2 times a week at most, if not 3.

The rest was fine, but when Gu Qingju saw Ella, she felt a very direct dislike towards her.
It was probably because the other party had revealed hostility towards her in the first place.
She wasn't sure if Ella was Chinese.
That was because they had adopted her in America when she was young, and now that she had blended into the American culture, it would be more challenging to trace back to her roots.
But judging by her appearance and disposition, she felt more like a Chinese.
After Qi Yuefeng had introduced each one of them to Gu Qingjiu, she greeted them one by one.
Now that there was such a big group of them, they decided to stop roaming around in the mall.
Since Qi Yuefeng was still anxious about Gu Qingjiu's arm, they headed to the hotel they had booked in advance.
It was that upscale hotel she had accompanied Helian Niancheng in Dayi City a few times before.
In the suite, Gu He said with a broad beam, "Back then, this lass was merely a little fellow. And now she's all grown up."
"Yeah, time flies."
The person who spoke was her Great Aunt Gu Shouyan.
She sighed with emotion as she said, "It's so rare for our family to be so complete. It would be nice if Gu Li is also here. What a pity…"
Gu Hong interrupted their conversation without a change in countenance. "Big Sister, Gu Li is busy with work. Just try to understand him. There'll be plenty of time in the future. If not, we can always go overseas to visit him."
Gu Shouyan nodded. "You're right."
Just then, Ella, who had initially been sitting quietly, suddenly asked Aunt Judith in a lowered voice, "Is she also adopted?" By 'she,' she was referring to Gu Qingjiu.
Although her voice seemed lowered, everyone could hear her.
A point worthy of mention was that she was speaking in English.
It appeared inappropriate for Ella to be speaking English on occasion like this.
Furthermore, the content…
Gu Qingjiu pursed her lips.
She understood what was said.
She didn't exactly work hard during her English lessons in the past, but she had come into contact with plenty of English terms because of the computer science classes she took in university.
To facilitate her learning, Gu Qingjiu learned English. When she was living with the Gu's, she was forced to learn knowledge in these areas.
Gu Qingjiu's English might not be perfectly fluent, but she had no basic communication problems.
She understood Ella's words, but she merely pretended that she didn't understand.
Gu He berated Ella. "Ella, speak in Mandarin here. It's not like you don't know how to speak in Mandarin!"
Ella pouted.
"Daddy, freedom of speech. You can't force me to speak in a certain language."
She continued speaking in English.
Qi Yuefeng couldn't understand a word of it.
Amongst those present, Gu Shouyan, Gu Hong, and Gu Qingmo knew English.
But Qi Yuefeng and Gu Xiaoxi couldn't understand.
They probably also thought Gu Qingjiu couldn't understand English.
Since this was a family gathering, and it wasn't as if she didn't know how to speak in Mandarin, it appeared impolite for Ella to insist on speaking in English.
But she looked like she simply didn't care.
Gu He smiled awkwardly at everyone. "This stubborn kid's used to Americanized education. She even says this is her freedom…"
Gu Hong nodded understandingly. "After all, she grew up overseas. It's very normal. No need to force her."
However, the younger twin Billy wrinkled his nose and said in awkward-sounding Mandarin, "Sister is being rude."
Even he knew to speak in Mandarin as much as possible.
While everyone laughed it off, Ella's countenance darkened instantly.
In the presence of everyone, she smacked Billy's head without considering the situation. "You little scoundrel. What did you just say?"


Once Gu Qingjiu, she was fortunate enough to be born in the “best” family, ended up having a miserable and unjust life. 
Reliving her life once more, Gu Qingjiu chooses to enlist in the military and bear the toughest hardships she has ever faced. Everyone says that she's the least possible person to join the special forces. However, she manages to prove all of them wrong. 
Good-for-nothing? Who's the good-for-nothing? Is she a good-for-nothing when she can throw all of them onto the floor in a fight? Is she a good-for-nothing when she has results better than everyone else? She’ll prove all of them wrong.
Enter Helian Niancheng, the well-known, youngest major-general in Beijing. A banishment sends him into the basic ranks in a military camp as a new recruit. From then on, he meets a person that makes him dote on and protect at all costs, his beloved. However, his beloved is only focused on fighting and killing. Major-general Helian declares this to be a very bad, a very terrible situation. Yet, Gu Qingjiu merely replies, “Scram! Lower your gun if you dare!”

The power of the electric hotpot was turned up, and soon the bone broth bubbled again. The beef and mutton slices rolled about in the soup—it was steaming.
Li Du waved his hand. "Let's eat."
Without any hesitation, Godzilla took the ladle and scooped the meat into his big bowl. He had eaten hotpot with Li Du to a few times back in Flagstaff, and was familiar with the seasonings and how to go about it.
Big Quinn was more polite, nodding at Mrs. Li respectfully. "Madam, you first please."
Li Du translated, and Mrs. Li waved her hand. "You guys eat first, you guys eat first. So sorry to have caused all of you to be so tired today—"
Godzilla gulped loudly as he polished off the whole bowl of meat. His long arms stretched out to reach for the ladle as he added more scoops of meat into his bowl.
Mrs. Li had only been halfway through her sentence. "The first bowl—finished already?"
Godzilla answered her with his actions. He poured some sesame peanut sauce into his bowl, and after stirring it up, poured the meat directly into his open mouth.
He gulped. In a few seconds, another bowl of meat was devoured . . .
After chowing down three bowls of meat, there was only half the portion of simmered meat left in the huge hotpot. Only at this juncture did Godzilla pause and asked in puzzlement, "Why isn't everybody eating?"
Li Du laughed and said, "Eat all you want. There's definitely enough meat to go around!"
Godzilla stopped speaking after that. Since he'd started working for Li Du, he'd never been short of food and drink. Therefore, he had been very open in this regard. With no need for words, yet another bowl of meat was wolfed down.
At this time, the people sitting at the next table had noticed the speed at which he was eating. The people who were about to raise their cups to drink from were stunned and all turned their heads to look Godzilla as though they were watching a performance.
Mr. Li was mentally prepared; he had already witnessed Godzilla's prowess at the table the day before.
Big Quinn also had a large appetite, but he ate in a more refined manner. Godzilla usually chowed food down regardless of whether there was a storm brewing, as though he were a starving tiger.
Mrs. Li went to get another portion of sliced beef and mutton. By this time, all the meat in the hotpot had already been eaten up.
With no more meat to eat, Godzilla took a drink instead. He raised the bottle of beer and finished it in one gulp!
Many people on Mr. Li's table had begun to covet him. Someone said, "Old Sun, what did you say in the morning? That someone like him would be able to do many chores, right?"
"F*ck, who can afford to feed such a man? He could probably eat a whole tiger!"
"Able to eat and able to work is the same as able to work and able to eat."
That said, Godzilla's ability to eat was rather extraordinary. There were no chores to be done in Li Du's house for the next few days, and so he would go with Li Du to walk around. And of course, he did eat a lot.
Normally, when Mr.and Mrs. Li were home alone, they could barely finish ten kilograms of meat in a month.
Now that Li Du had come back with three other people, they would eat more than ten kilograms of meat a day. In order to cater to their taste buds, Mrs. Li usually bought beef and mutton.
The huge eaters were Godzilla and Big Quinn, especially Godzilla. He had a one-track mind and favored beef. Each meal would have him eating up to four kilograms worth of beef.
After a few days later, Mrs. Li got well-acquainted with the owner of the butchery. Later on, when she went to buy meat, the owner asked whether she was planning to start a spiced beef business . . .
The reason for Li Du's return was to spend the Spring Festival with his parents. To pass the time, he would bring Hans and the rest to the country and the market to walk around.
Other than walking around, there was really nothing else for him to do.
Those classmates and friends he was close to were all working in the city and not on break yet. There were several classmates and friends in the county but he was not as familiar with them and so they could not hang out together.
Hence, for the next few days, he rented a car and took Hans and the others around.
Li Du was worried about Hans being bored. He kept asking Hans where he wanted to go and where he wanted to explore. They had all the time and money to go wherever they wanted.
It was a new environment to Hans and so he had interest in everything and didn't find it boring. So when Li Du asked where he wanted to go, he told Li Du that he would leave it to him to arrange.
It was mid-January. Li Du had asked him where he wanted to go again, and contrary to past practice, Hans said, "Wo yao qu jin jing shi, qu jin jing shi fan da xue!"
Hans had said this sentence in Mandarin, catching Li Du by surprise. "When did you learn Mandarin? It's not bad, but I don't understand. Where did you say you want to go?"
"Jin jing shi fan da xue," Hans repeated.
Li Du finally understood. "Jin Jing Normal University, right? Why there? There aren't any scenic spots near the school."
Hans laughed but didn't explain, only urging him to go there.
Seeing Hans's coy expression, Li Du immediately guessed what was going on. "Have you been hooking up with some girl?"
Hans was furious. "What do you mean by hooking up? I got to know a Chinese teacher. I asked her to be my teacher, so I'm just going to meet her."
"How did you get to know her?"
Hans hemmed and hawed. "This is personal, I'm not telling you."
"This is my territory. You must listen to me. Otherwise, I will not take you."
After hearing this, Hans had no choice and so he muttered, "We met on that Wechat app you downloaded for me. She's a university student majoring in English, and I'm learning Mandarin from her."
Li Du stroked his chin and asked suspiciously, "Are you thinking of dating her? I told you not to mess around. This is China, the girls in my country are different from those in the US."
Hans rolled his eyes. "I never mess around, don't talk nonsense. I'm just learning Mandarin from her."
"Learning Mandarin—so is there a need for you two to meet?"
"Better to get to know each other, right? Are you taking me there or not? I tell ya, my Mandarin is now very good and I'm capable of grabbing a ride there myself!" Hans threatened.
Li Du reluctantly said, "Yes, yes, yes. You are. I can take you there, but you have to tell me the details."
Without holding anything back, Hans told Li Du all about how he'd ended up getting himself a Chinese teacher.
Almost a week ago, he'd gotten to know a pretty university student on the Internet. She was a top student majoring in English, and so had no difficulty in teaching him.
After chatting with her for two days, Hans thought she was very interesting and said he would like to learn Mandarin from her. The girl then joked that he would need to pay tuition fees.
Hans had asked her how much money she was charging, and her response was that given her high teaching standard, it would cost him 10,000 RMB. Without hesitation, Hans immediately transferred the 10,000 dollars via the chatting app . . . Ten thousand RMB was less than 2,000 US dollars. To a spendthrift like Hans, was this even money? 
Hans, who had been blessed with dashing good looks, had always maintained his good physique. Being humorous and chatty, and now that he'd demonstrated his extraordinary financial prowess, the girl was naturally very friendly to him.
The two grew in familiarity and agreed to meet up. The girl was more careful and had asked him to meet near the university. Hans didn't mind, and so he'd asked Li Du to take him there.
Li Du thought about it. "I see what's going on here. Are you sure you are only trying to make a friend and learn Mandarin at the same time?"
Hans snickered. "Well, if something romantic were to happen—"
"Then you better be prepared to marry her," Li Du interrupted.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

It could be said that the shooting schedule Clarice Gloria gave was very detailed; but in fact, it was very simple. It was not possible for so many people on the production crew to stay with the Forest team for long. Twain would not give them too much time. The shooting time was only five days.
Gloria's plan was to shoot a few days of training and then shoot a game with the Forest team so that the training and game were all captured on film.
The filming of the training portion was routine. Gloria looked forward more to the game. Her only concern was...
"All the newspapers reported that your team is currently in trouble, Mr. Twain." Gloria took a copy of The Sun and flipped to the sports section. Nottingham Forest had not won in the last two rounds of the league tournament. They had lost to Everton in the 28th round away game and tied with Manchester City in the 29th round away game. As a result, the media voiced that the Forest team's situation was not good.
Twain sniffed. "I don't think so, Miss Gloria. I think looking at it from a different perspective proves that the Forest team is very strong."
"Oh?" Gloria's interest was piqued by his remark.
"We didn't win for two rounds in the league tournament, and the media started saying that the Forest team was a goner. Don't you think that just means that they're used to seeing the Forest team win?"
Gloria smiled until her eyes curved into crescent moons.
Today's training was already over. The players came out of the locker room in succession and headed for the parking lot. Their work had ended. The crew members were also busily packing up their equipment as their day's work was over.
Gloria followed Twain to his office to discuss the filming of the game the next day, as it involved the question of shooting in the locker room.
"Well, let's get down to business, Miss Gloria. Generally, the team's locker room is definitely off-limits to the media, let along the camera-toting media."
Gloria nodded to indicate that she knew of that practice.
"But… I had allowed a big group of fans in the locker room to help me teach the players a lesson during the halftime interval, so it's no big deal to put a bunch of cameras in there. It's just that you can't shoot the entire process. I can only give you a few minutes."
Upon hearing Twain say that, Gloria tilted her head to the side. "A few minutes? Mr. Twain, that's too short for us to even set up the equipment."
"You set up the equipment inside ahead of time. In fact, the preparation time before a match and the halftime interval are not very long. Even if you shoot the entire process, you won't be able to shoot much. Besides, there are some things I can't say in front of TV cameras."
In the course of filming the training, even though Twain had said that the club would always cooperate with the entire process, in actual fact, the production crew were only allowed to film the physical recovery training, stamina training, technical training, and so on. Once it involved tactical drills, it was necessary to politely ask the production crew to leave the training ground.
Therefore, Gloria also knew.
"Well, I understand, Mr. Twain." She pretended to sigh with regret. "It's a pity we can't get the most remarkable stuff on footage."
"The most remarkable?"
"I've heard a lot of stories about you raining abuses on your opponents in the locker room to stir up your players' morale."
Twain scratched his head, "All the more you can't film that. That's a private story in the locker room."
Gloria raised her hands. "Yes, chief!"
She had also learned the players' name for Twain during these few days of filming the team's training.
Twain was momentarily taken aback when he heard Gloria suddenly address him like that.
Gloria laughed playfully when she saw Twain's astonishment.
Still laughing, Gloria stood up, walked over to Twain, and extended her hand, "We're leaving Nottingham the day after the filming ends. I think we'll be busy packing all kinds of equipment and luggage at that point. And Mr. Twain, you must want to be with the team. We will not have much time. So, I'd like to invite you to have dinner together this evening. Will you have the time?"
Twain looked up at Gloria standing in front of him. She truly was a beautiful woman.
Then he looked down at the delicate pale hand.
"An invitation from a beautiful lady; the honor is mine." Twain reached out and gently grasped Gloria's petite hand.
Let Dunn settle his own dinner alone.
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Although Gloria said it was her treat, as a host, how could he let a guest treat him to dinner? Consequently, the meal was still Twain's treat.
Since it was Twain's treat, Twain decided on where to have dinner. Tang En was not very interested in Western cuisine. Even if he was into it in the beginning, his interest had waned after eating it for so many years. Lots of Indian restaurants had sprung up in Britain, but Tang En could not stand Indian food and the taste of curry. There was nothing tasty about English food in Tang En's view. As for the French cuisine? It was better in France.
Most importantly, of course, was that Tang En was a Chinese man who had transmigrated here and preferred Chinese cuisine. Therefore, he naturally chose a Chinese restaurant for his treat. Although the Chinese restaurant in Nottingham was expensive and not authentic, it was better than eating Indian food.
Besides, Clarice Gloria had not had authentic Chinese food before, so she could not distinguish between the good, the bad and the authentic.
As a result, Gloria ate happily and thought that she had finally tasted the legendary cuisine. Watching this beautiful television host show her satisfied expression like a young girl, Twain snickered. Such "gourmet" is common in China. Almost every restaurant is able to make it… The foreigners are really ignorant!
"I've read some of your bio. It is said that you're very fond of Chinese culture. I did not expect you to know so much about Chinese cuisine."
"I can also speak fluent Mandarin. But there's little opportunity for me to use it here."
"Don't you have a Chinese player on your team....Sun?"
"Yes, but I never speak Mandarin to him." Twain spoke the truth. Since Sun Jihai's arrival in the team, he only spoke English to the Chinese player, whether it was during the team tactical layout meetings or private chats, even though they both could speak Mandarin. They just did not use it. Twain now only spoke in Mandarin and not English in one situation; that was when he spoke with Dunn at home. When Dunn first came to England, he wanted to speak in English. In the end, Twain had told him they would communicate in Mandarin when it was just the two of them at home.
Twain felt that he was somewhat unaccustomed to seeing a Chinese face speak to him with a fluent non-native language. Twain certainly had not considered whether Dunn would be accustomed to seeing his previous Caucasian face speak in the non-native language too.
"Why is that? If you can speak fluent Mandarin and so can Sun, isn't it more convenient to communicate that way?"
"Of course, it would be very convenient. But Sun does speak and understand English. That way, I don't have to translate in the locker room. Everyone speaks English, whether they are Spanish, French or Italian. When they joined Nottingham Forest, the first thing was to learn the language. If I and Sun speak Mandarin, it would give people an impression that he's not a member of this team. That's not good. Different languages are one of the main causes of miscommunication problems. I don't want to make people think that Sun Jihai is special, or that he doesn't fit in with the team." Twain shrugged his shoulders. "He is a Nottingham Forest player, and that has nothing to do with his nationality or language."
Gloria was silent for a moment after she listened to those words.
Twain could sense the awkward silence and decided to tell a joke to enliven the atmosphere, "Speaking of the players' languages and nationalities, I thought of a joke. Would you like to hear it?"
Gloria's contemplative gaze brightened, and she nodded with a smile.
"We all know that after Abramovich took ownership of Chelsea, he brought a lot of money to the club so that they could buy the best players in the world, as long as they wanted to. But in fact, before that Russian billionaire, Chelsea was well-known in the English Premier League for their multinational team. At that time, the team, coached by Gullit, once created a record: there was not one English player among the eleven players in the team's starting lineup." Twain deadpanned as he recounted. From the sound of it, this joke was not funny at all. He appeared to be telling Gloria the history of football. "Then, Chelsea had a new coach: the Italian, Ranieri. He was a successful coach in both Spain and Italy, and an Italian. The first problem he faced when he took over the team was not the team's tactics, formation, or transfers, but the language. Chelsea had too many foreign players. At that time, the media laughed at Ranieri's bad English: when he wanted to explain the tactics to the main players, he usually told the assistant manager Gwyn Williams first, and then Williams would relay it to the English players in English. Then Ranieri himself would speak to Zola in Italian, and after that he would use Spanish to speak to the Spanish, Argentine and Uruguayan players again. For the French players, Ranieri would use Italian to inform Desailly who had played in Italy first, and then the French player would repeat it to his countrymen. Everyone had to repeat the same words many times. No one knew the final meaning in the end. Have you ever played that game, Miss Gloria?"


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

World Languages can be very helpful for understanding one's culture and life. This can also help with the bonding of many soon to be friends, classmates, wife, husband, co-workers, bosses, or landlords. Some world languages can be very easy to understand and to learn, or some could be heard as an alien language from the furthest away galaxy in the Milky Way. Some people can speak one, two, three, or four and more. People who know a lot of world languages can be independent than others, knowing many languages at their disposal. There are roughly 6,500 spoken languages in the world today. However, about 2,000 of those languages have fewer than 1,000 speakers. The most popular language in the world is Mandarin Chinese. There are 1,213,000,000 people in the world that speak that language. Most people can speak Mandarin, Spanish, French, German, and many others that, I don't want to list.

Random Stuff . . . . This is not my cover! . . . . This was made for fun, not for profit.

" Mon amour, sais-tu combien tu m'as manqué? "

[ My love, do you know how much I missed you? ]


--- " Je connais l'amour. Tu m'as manqué aussi. I'm missing you so much.  How was your performance today? "

[ I know love. I missed you too. ]


-- " It was okay I guess... seemed alright you Know.... Just this and that.... Tomorrow is the final.... I'm quite nervous about it... lots of people are coming tomorrow... Gotta be prepared for that... How was your exams babe ?" The boy left a nervous chuckle.



--- " It was okay... Tomorrow they will release the final  list. "



-- "Tomorrow is a big day. Good luck my girl. I know you'll make it. Don't worry..." His voice calmed down the uneasiness of her heart.




--- " Eh.. err... Thank you. " the teenager blushed over the phone. "All the best to you too. You'll win.  嘉佑  (Jiayou = Fighting ) "



-- " 谢谢你 ( xie xie ni = Thank you ) ! Hey whoa whoa whoa.... what..... wait!! wait !! wait!!... what !!!!!  Heyyyyyyy! Hey girl did I heard something wrong? You know mandarin too? Wait what??!!"


The boy could not hide the surprise in his voice. " You never told me that!!!??? Huh babe?"


.--- "  Ha .. ha .. ha.. nothing much... just this and that... but wait you didn't even tell me that you also speak Mandarin and then too this spontaneously !! Wow cheré Monsieur petit ami I'm disappointed. ( dear mister boyfriend). " The girl made her voice little grumpy over the phone.



-- " Oh... sorry about that.. just never thought of it...  I mean... what's new in that... I'm Chinese I mean half Chinese you know... So obviously I would know Mandarin... It's... it's just never came across our conversation.. So you know... I totally forgot to mention. !! "
The boy replied nervously.


--- " You are half-Chinese !! wow! I'm only knowing this today!  I just thought you are of either French or English descent ... I mean.. wow great...!!  " 



-- " You are not wrong in that  ma'am." The boy laughed and replied in his french ascent "Indeed I'm partly French and kinda English too holding an American passport."



--- " How so? " She sounded seemingly curious as usual.



-- " Have you heard of  Jessica Alba? " The boy suddenly asked off topic.



--- " Of course..! Duh! Who haven't?! Come on dude! It's Jessica Alba you're talking about...!!...  I mean most of the Americans know her. But... wait a minute .. didn't know that you are interested in celebrety stuffs...Hmmm Mr. boyfriend... It seems that I don't know many a thing about you...!! " 



-- " Well... kind of... circumstances... So do you Know anything about her lineage ?"



--- " Oh.. yeah.. yep..." She replied popping the 'p' "Now I get it.... I've seen that famous episode of  'Finding your roots'. Now tell me how is that related to you? Any of your parents I guess? Which one? mom or dad?" the teenage Lina could not hide her curiosity anymore.



-- " Ha .. ha..ha.. wait! calm down babe.I'm telling you the whole story. " hearing her questionnaire  the boy giggled lying on the bed.

 " My maternal grandmother is French While my grandpa is of British and Greek descent . They moved to the states even before my mom's birth. So, I hold American passport through my mom." He continued.

" On the other hand, my dad's side is Chinese... They met one fateful day.. That was love at first sight for them.. After one year they got married and  'boom!'... Here I'm. Thanks to him I have my citizenship there too..." The boy let out a relaxing laugh.


--- " Oh my God. I'm thrilled. How exciting..!! " the girl's excited voice was heard over the phone. " So uncle and aunty..? Love at first sight huh!!... ?"


The boy chuckled hearing her giggling. 




-- " Yeah.. Right. Mom and dad met over a business collaboration and they literally hit it off. Mom moved to C-country after their marriage and used to travel back and forth thanks to her work commitments. We finally moved back here when I was in middle school . Since then dad divides his time between USA and C-country. He can't even live  a week without seeing her. They are totally love-sick. You know what sometimes I feel like eating dog-food everytime I see those two together. " The boy complained about how lovey-dovey his parents act in front of him.

.





--- " Really ? Uncle and aunty are so cool. "  Her words were full of envy.



"Just wait!..  You'll love them.. I can bet on that. " The boy exclaimed in joy.


--- " Hope so.. " Even thinking about the meeting left  her blushing.


-- " Hey Babe, you didn't even tell me how did you learn mandarin? "



" It's secret you know. 教えるつもりはない" ( oshieru tsumori wanai = I'm not gonna tell you. )



" Hey! What!!... wait! Hey you have to tell me.  Did you forget love I too watch anime ? " the boy was not ready to let go of her without knowing her answer.




" Hey!  there is a new episode of Naruto. Wanna watch together ? " she tried to change the topic. 



" Not today. I'm having yoga later. Need to concentrate for tomorrow. " The boy declined the tempting offer of her girlfriend despite having another chance of their online date. It was always a treat to watch stuffs with her. 


-- " Hey Amour, essayez-vous de changer de sujet? It's not fair!! " 
[ Are you trying to change the subject? ]



--- " Not at all love. I'm not trying to change the subject at all. " she laughed.


-- "Okay.. now tell me how much languages exactly do you know my dear? " the boy sounded serious this time. 


This girl was giving him surprises  after  surprises.



--- " Umm.. I can answer that.. Actually I donno... wait lemme count... Umm.. English is my first language.. I took French as my second language in middle school... then learnt myself Japanese for watching animes without subtitles.. you know right how crazy I'm about animes... " the girl answered calmly.



-- " That's it! And what about mandarin? You didn't talk about that...!" The boy complained.



--- " Oh that's! A little bit you know.. not that much! Like few words. You know Bella right.. my classmate I talked about.. she was taking cram classes.. I heard some from her..." The girl kind of hesitated to reveal further.


Learning languages was her favourite pastime.


-- " Oh. That's why. Well it's a sweet language you can try.. I'll help you." The boy sounded enthusiastic.


--- " Of course. I'll babe." The girl turned to check the time and shrieked " Woah! It's 2 AM already! Go to sleep!"


-- " Huh! didn't check the time. yeah have to sleep now. Bye baby. Good night."


--- " Good night love. Sleep well. Love you."


-- " Love you too babe." The boy hanged up the phone His face was still blooming from joy.



" Love you more." The girl muttered staring a t the phone resting in her hand. 



The night was indeed young.

"Alexa?"


" Or Lina? What should I call you?" 


Yang suddenly asked grabbing her wrist.


Lina remain frozen on the spot. Her hands were trembling. Her heart sank. She was scared to death.



Yang walked in front of her and made her look look straight into his eyes.


"Wha... what are you talking about??" 


Lina fumbled and looked down couldn't keeping up with his cold stare.


He chuckled.


Without breaking the eye-contact he held up her chin. His thumb was caressing her cheeks.


Suddenly he removed her glasses ignoring her struggle to break free her hand from his.


Without the glasses her ocean blue eyes were throwing daggers to him.


"It seems that you forgot something today Miss Ray."



" What.. what are you talking about? And It's Miss Park or Lina Park, for your kind information Mr. Lu. Not me, but You seem to be forgetful nowadays." 


She slapped away his hands.


 "Now give me back my glasses. Would you please Mr. Lu? I still have cases to take care of."





How far can you go for love? How far can you go for friendship? How far can you go to keep the deepest pain in your heart only to yourself? 


Love? 


That was never the cup of tea for Lina. But she fell hard for someone. Someone who never look back. Someone who didn't keep his promise to her. Someone whom she couldn't forget no matter how hard she tried. 

A broken promise forced her to close heart forever. 
She changed herself, left the place she grew up, let go of her innocence just to forget him.
Now a changed Lina is ready to lead a new life where the happiness of her close-ones mattered the most. She can do everything just to see her family happy who did the same for her.

But luck happened. 

Lina met Yang. The only person who can made waves in her broken heart without even trying. Just seeing him from afar could stirr up something in her which she couldn't figure out.

Can he mend her broken heart?


Here comes Lu Yang.

The talented, mischievous, handsome sporty topper of the college.

Love? That never came in his way or did it already?.

After waking up from near-year long coma he realised that he had already lost 'her.'

'Her'. 
The 'first love'... no! the 'only love' of his life.


He searched for her everywhere but in the end the news of her death came to him like a blow crashing his every little will of living.


But he survived. He had to live. He had to fulfill the promises he made to her.

So, he made himself alive. Living in a soulless body. A stoned heart that none was able to move.

Life goes on. It never stops for anyone.


But, One day he heard a voice. A voice that shook his entire world. A voice that haunted him in his sleep every night. A voice so familiar yet so distant. A voice that belonged to 'love of his life.'


Will he be able to reach to his beloved?
Will love come across their way? Or will they cross each other?


 Let's find out....


A story of two star-crossed lovers and more.


The world of 'Someday, somewhere' is now open.

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The Chinese government had been recognized by the international community for 60 years, but when the Republic was first established, it was isolated by the Western society for a long time because of sensitive issues like ideology.
Adding to the fact that China had a weak national strength at that time, the keynote of their diplomacy was mostly based on forbearance and magnanimity. When there was a visit from the so-called 'international friends,' whether it was official or with a separate connection, the Chinese government would welcome and entertain them enthusiastically, with all expenses paid.
Later on, as the country's strength gradually restored, and as China regained its dominant position in Asia, China slowly began to take stringent measures and uncompromising stand in diplomacy. When foreign guests visited, they started to entertain per international practice, an 'economic inspection team' where Zhang Lisheng had mingled should have long paid for their own expenses. 
However, it was different this time.
After the 'winter riots,' under the pressure of 'Atlantis,' both countries with the strongest and only harmless foreign worlds, the United States of America and the Republic of China, quickly entered a 'honeymoon period.' As a result, when the Chinese economic and trade inspection team visited the US, the White House had unexpectedly and strangely paid all their necessities and food in the name of 'national security spending.'
In this way, according to the Chinese habit of giving as good as the one obtained, the return visit expenses of the US entrepreneurs were naturally born by the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This was only a trivial matter, but if one looked closely at the delicate position of the exchanges between these two major powers, along with the impact of the relationship between nations on Earth brought by the aliens, this gave much food for thought.
Of course, it was nice to have somebody pay for their own expenses. Still, in this way, it was impossible for Zhang Lisheng—who joined the delegation at the last moment, and had LS company under his name which was an unremarkable company among other well-known multinational companies such as Mobil Energy, Microsoft, and Google Network—to stay in the best presidential suite in the Beijing Hotel according to his usual habit. Not to mention, he came here all alone. Being able to stay in a 70-square-meter superior suite in Block A was already a deliberate consideration arranged by the personnel Ministry of Foreign Affairs for showing respect to Guo Caiying's accompaniment. 
It was already 2 in the morning when they received the room card for their accommodation. Now that they were back in China, of course it was impossible for Guo Caiying, who naturally feel restraint as a central ministry cadre in front of her colleagues, to accompany Zhang Lisheng back to the room at this time. She could only bid goodbye reluctantly with him in the hotel lobby and exhorted the young man, both deliberately and unintentionally, to learn Mandarin as soon as possible before she left.
Zhang Lisheng shrugged and agreed to it, before bringing his few items of luggage to his own room, under the enthusiastic guidance of the server. After having a hot bath, he sat cross-legged on the big bed, turned on the television, and switched the channel to CCTV news that was broadcasting the midnight news, before imitating the news anchor's accent.
This was a straightforward trick. Seven to eight years ago, when the young man was still studying in middle school in Qu County Western Sichuan province, one of his female schoolmates, whose family had made a fortune by selling mountain goods, had entered a high school in the city by pulling some strings and had studied arts ever since had managed to turn her local dialect into a strange but fluent Sichuan Mandarin within a short period.
Compared to a mountain village girl, Zhang Lisheng, who was already talented in linguistic and was now only a half step away from becoming a true god, of course, had an ability and wisdom that were ten thousand times stronger, but even so, it was hard to alter his local dialect. After a whole night of hard work and switching different channels continuously, he stared at the news and parroted them for six to seven hours. Although he was starting to be fluent now, his accent was still very localized.
At this time, the weakness of the magical Eternal Comprehension Spell that could not alter a language or text that had already been mastered was fully exposed to him. However, as the saying would go, 'beggars can't be choosers.' Such an accent was already enough for this conceited and confident young man.
"I actually managed to learn Mandarin in one night! Senior Sister will definitely be shocked when she sees me next time," Zhang Lisheng turned off the television at dawn and opened the curtains to look at the misty city as he muttered to himself.
Unfortunately, in the next two days, he did not get a chance to show off at all. As Guo Caiying had already said, she did not have time to meet the young man at all. Instead, many senior Chinese officials came to see him, and of course, it was all together with all the returning entrepreneurs.
Although the highest-ranking officials he met had already reached the stage of Vice Premier State Council, who was even a member of the standing committee in the political bureau that had the highest power combination in China, Zhang Lisheng did not show any particular kind of goodwill in public.
On the contrary, this Vice Premier in charge of the economy was very interested in this young man who spoke in awkward Mandarin and who appeared to be extremely young in the delegation. He took the initiative to ask questions and talked with Zhang Lisheng many times instead.
Two days passed in a blink of an eye. After all welcome meetings had ended, Guo Caiying called Zhang Lisheng and told him that it would take another two days for her to meet him since she had too many unfinished works that piled up because of her business trip in New York. "I've been working overtime in the past two days until ten o'clock in the evening. My colleagues in the office have already complained because of this. I'm sure they're gonna rebel now if I don't get off work on time today. I really didn't expect to have so many documents piling up, waiting for me to process in this less than two weeks trip. I usually find written reports and organizing tasks as very relaxing, but everything is in such havoc now that there are so many things to do. I'm sorry, Junior Brother, you need to go roam around in Beijing yourself for the next two days again."
"It's alright, Senior Sister. I just didn't think that you'd be so serious in work, to the point where other people would actually oppose to you working overtime," It was noontime. Zhang Lisheng, who was strolling around in the streets of Beijing, while spotting a rare blue sky and white clouds, said jokingly.
"Do you think that it's still the 'Red Revolution' era in the 1960s and 1970s where one could randomly go pin labels on others based on their working attitude? Who doesn't pay attention to individual right now, I ask you? Even old qualified investigators would not back down on this."
Zhang Lisheng did not understand that the so-called 'old qualified investigators' actually referred to government officials who were close to retiring in the Chinese government and did not have any executive positions at the administrative level. Most of these people were in the central ministries, but they only had empty ranks despite working hard for their entire lifetime. In actual fact, they were still at the bottom of the organization with no future but was smooth and slick when it came to experience. Naturally, they gave no heed to other people's authority over themselves.
However, the young man did not ask and merely said with a smile, "In that case, your work seems to be much harder than I imagined. I won't bother you then, see you!"
"See you, Junior Brother. Oh yeah, you can go to Gui Street to have a look if you're bored at night. It's not far from the Beijing Hotel and is just in front of Dongzhimen. If you take a taxi, it'll only take you… Ah, forget it, you don't care about money anyway. Yeah, it's impressive there, but remember the same old reminder: don't get into a conflict with other people."
"Senior Sister, am I a barbarian who has feathers on my head with my bottom half of body wrapped in leaves in your eyes?"
"Of course not. You're much more sly, cruel, and aggressive than those people you speak of. See you on the day after tomorrow, Junior Brother," The girl hung up after saying so.
"Sly, cruel, and aggressive… Well, I would have long become ashes if I weren't so," The young man was stunned before muttering and putting his phone away. At once, he fell into a daze and looked around him.
In front of him was both old and young city filled with blue brick buildings and skyscrapers, spacious roads, and narrow alleys.
The population of this cosmopolitan city like that of New York and was similarly open too. However, maybe because it was the fact that the redheaded white-skinned Atlanteans could still be seen everywhere on the streets; and that Zhang Lisheng had not encountered any single demonstrators despite strolling an entire afternoon yesterday, this city gave Zhang Lisheng a more orderly feeling. Such feeling inexplicably affected his mood to become slightly depressed.
"Young man, you're looking for Tiananmen, right? You only have to turn left and walk till you reach a junction, then go to the bus stop to take a bus numbered 67. After three stops, get down from that bus and walk for several hundred meters straight, and you'll arrive there," An old man who was wearing a tender, green sportswear while carrying a sword on his back walked past the young man and stopped to say kindly when he saw the young man looking around.
"Sir, I'm not going to Tiananmen, but thank you," Zhang Lisheng snapped back to reality and burst out into a chuckle before replying with gratitude.
Actually, he had nothing to do at this time, so his brain somehow wandered on the incident of how the Gate of Dao's disciples wanting to acquire the Yingzhou paradise when they were on the way to Beijing. After pondering a while, he asked, "Do you know any well-known temple or Taoist abbey around here?"
"Well, the biggest and most famous temple in the entire Beijing City would be none other than the White Cloud Temple Gompa in the suburbs. The other small Four Olds has been changed into private houses already," Something seemed to have reminded the old man, causing him to muse with slight emotions.
"Thank you," After thanking him again, the young man strolled forward and came to the bus station. He waved to stop a taxi to aid him from going to the suburbs, so he could visit the temple for a stroll. He thought that he would just view it as a mere visit if he could not come across any Gate of Dao's disciples.
However, it was lunchtime now, so no vehicle stopped for him despite waiting for over ten minutes.
"What the hell? I can't even stop a taxi? Is this even an international metropolis…" Frustrated, Zhang Lisheng secretly groaned, but at this moment, a taxi suddenly flashed its signal and stopped beside him.
The young man breathed a relief happily. When he was about to walk into the back of the car by walking past the front door, a sturdy young man behind him rushed forward to open the door and jump in before stretching a neck out and said, "Hurry up! Hurry up! Follow that car! Xu Liang they all must have reached the hotel already! I'm starving, hurry up…"
"Sir, this is the taxi I stopped." The young man was stunned. Patting the young man's extended shoulder, he said.
"Watch where you're touching! Why the hell are you touching me?" When the young man heard Zhang Lisheng's characteristic Sichuan Mandarin, he glanced up at him and said with a curled lips, "You wanna say that it's your taxi? Well, in that case, call it and see if it will answer you or not?!"
When Zhang Lisheng saw how unreasonable this young man was, he recalled the colored people in New York's ghetto and just spoke with a smile, "Idiots are really everywhere…"
Without warning, he reached out a hand to grab the young man's nape.
When his spine clenched, the young man immediately felt weak as he slumped down like all of his bones had melted. At the same time, he was in so much pain that he felt like he was going to die.
The next instant, he felt a considerable force pulling his neck out. Sensing that he would be thrown out of the window before being thrown on the ground till his head cracked open bloodily, fear, terror, and anger rose in his heart, but he could not even struggle.


A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Rank 1 Wizard on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms. 
Soon after, he found his mother who was in a faraway foreign land by accident. From a small mountain village, he managed to jump into the amazing arena that was a global metropolis.
Thus far, we have a young man who inherited the legacy of mastering ancient demons from an ancient country. 
From Western civilization to other worlds, a fascinating saga is born.

A magnificent field of lush and shadowy flowers came into the view of a beautiful young girl. The Rain descended fiercely on her porcelain cheeks and trembling lips, fluttering her wet butterfly lashes, she looked at the man who was kneeling devotedly near her feet and confessing his ardent love.
"I love you so much, my precious. Do you know what you did to me when you stepped into my life?... You made me known the existence of the word love.
I love you beyond the capability of myself, that the word hardly holds any value.
Please don't leave me, because I love you more than life. You are my whole world, my everything, more important than any relation.

She stood under the thundering rain, her mind completely blank.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
All she could hear was her heart beating painfully fast, blood pumping into her veins, she thought.
Why! Why now? Why am I listening to the same words again? These words hold no meaning now. If what you promised was true, then why did you do that? Where were you when my life got shattered? I was deep pain, crying endlessly for respite..., where was your love, then?
I was a fool once..., never again!
She gave a deep smile, holding him flush against her. Her nails sliced his skin, drawing blood.
Red! The same color which she saw at the time of her death. Now, she is back from her ashes, with a desperate need for this red..., the blood of her enemies!
Amid nature, they stood surrounded by flowers. There are many different flowers on this earth. Fragrant flowers, cute-looking flowers, beautiful flowers, withering flowers, poisonous flowers..., but there is a type of flower that everyone should fear, a dangerous flower that destroys lives.
Do you know, what it is???

A Vengeful Flower!!! She is that vengeful flower..., HIS VENGEFUL FLOWER!!!
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WARNING: Heroine/MC/Female Protagonist in this, is to some extent  Anti, and strong, so be warned. She is Evil, innocently Sinister. This story does not jump into the Rebirth theme in the very first chapter..., it will unveil methodically.
IMPORTANT: I do not know chinese aka mandarin language, I just worked hard to learn some basic mandarin and named my characters, so this story will not have much chinese culture... don't hope, as I am not perfect in it. This story is suitable to any region. Everyone could easily understand.
P.S. This is a rebirth story, which comes with sweet love yet revenge. There are many flowers, *cough*variations in this. It is not your regular rebirth-revenge story. Dive into it to find out.
P.P.S. There are only #10-tags allowed, so I am adding the rest here: #Power-Couple, #Love, #Heartwarming, #Doting family, #Loyal subordinates, #Angst, #Tragicpast... will add again if I remember.
P.P.P.S *Blushes* Try this story guys and let me know your views, please. If not votes, then at least reviews so that I will decide to continue this story.
Regards,
Uma.

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Seeing Zheng Ren enter, the patient immediately put down his phone and sat up from the bed with a smile on his face.
"Department Chief Sun, the patient needs to continue having his blood ammonia checked for at least three days after the surgery," Zheng Ren instructed as he walked to the patient's side and began the physical examination.
[So high, this is what life feels like~]
While the physical examination was going on, Professor Rudolf Wagner's phone rang.
The professor looked annoyed. He quickly took out his cellphone from his pocket and was about to hang up.
When he saw the caller ID, his expression immediately as he sneaked out of the ward.
Zheng Ren did not pay much attention to the professor. Instead, he did a detailed physical examination and a test for hepatic encephalopathy.
The patient's condition was particularly good after the surgery. He was fine and unfettered. He predicted that after a few days under the effects of diuretic drugs, the ascites would gradually decrease and his life would be able to return to normal.
"Everything seems completely fine." After the examination, Zheng Ren said, "Department Chief Sun, if everything goes well, we can do the second stage of the surgery in three days and remove the recyclable stent."
"Can I be discharged after that?" the patient asked.
"Your discharge depends on the condition of the ascites and protein," Zheng Ren said. "But in theory, after we solve the problem of the high pressure within the portal vein, there should be no other issues."
The patient showed a happy smile.
At first, he had some complaints about having a young doctor perform the surgery. However, when he saw Professor Rudolf Wagner beside Zheng Ren, his complaints immediately ceased.
There were not many people who had some idea, but there were definitely many.
Before performing the TIPS surgery, he had consulted many large tertiary grade-a hospitals. The news he received was that the surgery was very risky, its mortality rate among the top three of all current surgical methods.
However, after the surgery today, it only took him half an hour to get in and out.
He was only relieved when he heard Zheng Ren's confirmation.
Zheng Ren reminded the patient of a few more things regarding dietary requirements before he left the room.
"Chief Zheng, the patient is really lucky to have met you." Gao Shaojie sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Gao Shaojie had seen patients after TIPS surgery before. At this time, they were probably beginning to have symptoms of hepatic encephalopathy. However, Zheng Ren's postoperative patient was carefree as if he had not undergone surgery.
How could he reason with this?
"It's alright." Zheng Ren smiled.
"Do you have some time?" Gao Shaojie asked. "To be honest, I could not comprehend today's surgery at all. I had a few things I wanted to consult with you after the surgery, but after you finished, I was completely confused."
"Oh, that's fine. Let's go back and study it together," Zheng Ren said 'modestly'.
Department Chief Sun had some doubts and worries, but when he saw that Chief Gao praise Zheng Ren so highly, he hid all his doubts in the bottom of his heart and said a few words of praise.
Compared to Gao Shaojie, Department Chief Sun's words lacked a lot of sincerity. He did not touch on the essence of the problem, but Zheng Ren did not care.
"Boss!" Professor Rudolf Wagner walked over and said excitedly, "My assistant has brought the patient to the emergency ward!"
"Oh? The prostate case?" Zheng Ren's expression was calm.
"Yes." The professor nodded.
So what if he arrived? If he needed surgery, then he needed surgery. If he needed a check-up, then he needed a check-up. Why was he so excited?
When Professor Rudolf Wagner saw Zheng Ren's calm expression, he smiled sheepishly. He moved closer to Zheng Ren and said, "Boss, can you make an appointment for the examination in advance?"
"If you're in a hurry, you can do it tonight," Zheng Ren replied.
The professor was very happy. He seemed to have forgotten about the inviolability of his private time after work.
"What patient?" Gao Shaojie asked curiously.
With Professor Rudolf Wagner's identity and status, there were not many surgeries that he would be interested in.
Moreover, according to the professor, he had rushed over from Germany for the surgery. This was all so strange!
"Prostate hyperplasia, an interventional embolization treatment," Zheng Ren said.
Gao Shaojie was stunned. Prostate? Recently, he heard that there was research in this area in the Capital. However, Gao Shaojie was focused on the diagnosis and treatment of liver disease and was not interested in the prostate, so he did not ask more.
When he heard it, all his questions were suddenly answered.
Zheng Ren was about to become a legendary person who created the interventional embolization of the prostate! If he could operate on the prostate, it was no wonder his TIPS surgery was so flawless.
As he thought this, Gao Shaojie suddenly saw Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner talking as they walked away.
He quickly chased after them.
This time, it was right for him to stay! Gao Shaojie praised himself in his heart.
Back in the emergency ward, Chang Yue was busy.
A Chinese girl in her twenties was acting as an interpreter for a German man in his thirties. He was trying to answer her questions in stiff Mandarin. The Chinese girl next to him kept correcting his mistakes.
The patient was not in the office, so the ward had probably been arranged beforehand.
"Little Oliver, you're finally here." Professor Rudolf Wagner went up and gave the young German man a big hug.
"Professor, it's too far to travel across the Asian continent by train," the German man answered in stilted Mandarin.
Zheng Ren was a little surprised and asked, "You can also speak Mandarin?"
"It was the professor's request. My god, Mandarin is too difficult to learn," Oliver replied.
"No, it's a very beautiful language. You'll soon know its uses," the professor said excitedly. "Little Oliver, in the future in this great country, we have to communicate in the local language, even if it's just the two of us."
Oliver's eyes reflected his despair.
"I've already chosen your Chinese name for you. Xi Bao'er, isn't it nice? I've often said that this name is the same as 'cells' in Mandarin. It's a name I have carefully chosen for you." The professor patted Oliver's shoulder, his long golden hair fluttering about.
"Xi Bao'er..." Oliver was about to cry.
Zheng Ren was speechless. When he was not in the ward, what exactly did Chang Yue say to Professor Rudolf Wagner?
Lil Fugui was not enough, now Xi Bao'er had arrived.
In this day and age, puns were cringe-worthy.
"Lil Fugui, sit down. I want to record his medical history." Chang Yue was a little unhappy. She despised the professor for wasting time.
Oliver was stunned.
Why did this girl speak so harshly to the professor? In the next second, the professor probably started to roar like an angry lion.
However, what Oliver had expected did not happen.
Professor Rudolf Wagner's face was practically beaming. It seemed that every strand of his long golden hair was radiating gentleness.
"Chang Yue, do you want to experience the feeling I had when I met Xi Bao'er? It's called...meeting an old friend in a foreign land?"
"The 64-slice CT scan with 3D-image reconstruction has been booked. Do you still want to do it today?" Chang Yue's answers were always curt except when dealing with patients.


“Primum non nocere.” 
First, do no harm. - Hippocrates
Zheng Ren—an ordinary general surgeon in a cruel medical world whose efforts went unnoticed. His struggles are real…until he is blessed with a system and gifted with skills that exceeded even the best surgeons in the world. Alone in the world with no one to depend on, Zheng Ren uses his exceptional gift to challenge the skepticism of his colleagues and save lives.

A U T U M N  S U M M E R S
I wanted to stay. I wanted to hear his decision, what he was going to do next yet before I could, my phone rang. My first thought was to reject whoever calling but when I glanced at the picture on my screen, I knew I had to accept the call. It was probably cost her a lot to even call me. I got up from my chair and quickly walked out of the bar, knowing full well if I started talking here, the boys would notice my voice.
Once I had gotten outside, I pressed the green button and Mey's face filled the screen.
"Autumn!!! I miss you!!"
I nearly cried. She looked exactly like she was months ago yet at the same time she looked different. I could not really pinpoint what it was but she looked a tad more mature than she had before. "Mey! I miss you too! How are you? How's school and how's Hunter?"
When my friend had decided to stop being 'a Chinese who did not speak Chinese' and gone to Taiwan, her boyfriend (who was also Tyler's best friend) Hunter Jones packed his bags and went with her. With the timezone difference and our busy schedule, we did not have time to call let alone video call although we did send each other text every once in a while.
"I am doing fine. School starts to get interesting. I love the subjects that I am learning. Don't get me wrong, they are difficult and sometimes they made me wonder why on earth I took them but they are fun." Mey smiled and I could not help but find it odd how she took difficult subjects and then found them fun and frustrating at the same time. Then she blinked a few times before casting her gaze on the ground and I immediately knew something was not right. Sure enough, her next sentence did not come with a cheery tone as the previous ones. "Well, I find my classmates to be mildly frustrating but overall I am good. Hunter is good too, he actually wants to see you but he is going for a pee break." Mey chuckled then adjusted her bangs.
"Why are they frustrating you? Are they giving you a hard time?" I asked as I was walking towards the set of lifts at the far end. I pressed the call button and a few seconds later an elevator arrived with a ding. The door slid open and I stepped inside. Since I had to retrieve my purse anyway, I decided to go back to Phraser's suite so I hit the button with the number twenty imprinted on it then leaned against the back of the elevator. So much had happened today and I found myself quite overwhelmed.  
I heard Mey heavily sighing and focused my attention back on her. "Yeah. They are just a bunch of foreigners, well, there are definitely not Chinese. Anyway, they found it funny that I am a Chinese but need to learn Mandarin. I could understand why they found it funny but it still hurts when they are using that fact to belittle me and say stuff that is far from nice."
I could see tears welling up in her eyes and my heart ached. It was difficult for her during high school too and that was the exact reason why she had not had any other Chinese friends back in Carlton High because even in Carlton High, the Chinese folks discriminating against her. But again, Carlton High was in Washington D.C. and we all were using English so I could understand how difficult it must have been for her to be in China, being Chinese yet could not speak Mandarin (Chinese).
"Well, just tell them to stop giving you a hard time, or else I will get the first flight to Taiwan and kick their asses!" I hated the fact that she was so far away that I could no longer protect her.
"I hope you are not talking about me." I heard a male voice and my best friend turned around. From the happy look on her face, I knew it was Hunter. She moved a little to her right, giving Hunter more space on the couch so that I could see both of them. "Hey, Autumn. So whose asses are you going to kick again? Maybe I could be of assistance."
Mey gave me a 'don't tell him' look but I saw that a little too late because I had already answered him, "Mey's classmates, of course."
Hunter frowned then raised one brow as he turned to look at Mey. "Why? What is wrong with them?" When Mey did not say anything, he narrowed his eyes and slid his gaze back to me. "Tell me, Autumn. Do not dare to leave out any details."
"Apparently they are giving her a hard time for being a Chinese who do not speak Mandarin. She has not given me any details." I tilted my head to one side and lifted one brow as I gave him a pointed look. "Besides, I thought the whole point of having you there is to protect her, be her knight in dazzling armor and all those stuff. So the real question is, what were  you doing?"  
"Well, I did not know she was having a hard time." Hunter groaned. "Why did you not tell me, Princess? I would love to smack some sense into their heads and smack their teeth too in the process. You know you have me right."
"I do know that I have you but that," Mey finally spoke again, "is why I did not tell you. You can not pick a fight, Hun. We are not in America, that thing can get us kicked out from here. You could end up in jail or getting deported."
"They are the ones who picked a fight first when they decided they could give my girl a hard time," countered Hunter.
There was one minute of awkward silence as I watched the couple staring at each other, none refused to back down but the next minute, Hunter sighed, sounding a little bit defeated. He could never win an argument when he was put against Mey. He simply loved her too much. Still, he would never let her get hurt and that was why I trusted him.
Hunter put one arm around Mey's shoulders and squeezed her arm. "Okay, fine. But let me know whenever you need me to talk to them, okay? I promise I won't smash their stupid face or teeth."
"Deal." Mey nodded then planted a small kiss on his cheek. They looked at each other as if they were going to make out and I was so ready to end the call if they did but Hunter broke away and shifted in his seat. "So," he focused on me again. "I heard there's trouble in paradise. Have that idiot finally agreed with me and contacted the police?"
I frowned, not knowing what the hell he was talking about. "What?"
"I'm talking about Tyler. Man," Hunter shook his head and let out a deep sigh, "I have told him years ago not to get into those shady businesses. I know Luke was in but he has been in that business for years since he ran away from home, but Tyler, he's clean. I told him this thing could haunt him and once he's in, it's impossible to get out. He should have listened."
Finally understood what he meant, I asked, "are you talking about the drug dealer?"
"That." Hunter nodded in agreement. "And the Italian mafia he is working for right now."
The elevator opened and I quickly stepped outside, making my way to Phraser's suite. Since I had left the bar before I could hear more of what Luke and Tyler were talking about, I decided this was my chance to find out what was truly happening. After all, Tyler had spoken to Hunter so he probably knew everything.
"So what else did Tyler tell you?"
Hunter scrunched his nose, looking like he did not want to spill his best friend's secret. "Well, he told me about you breaking up with him and moving on to a new guy who happened to be your bully in Columbia."
Mey gasped. Clearly, Hunter had not told her about this. "You and Tyler broke up?! But why? I shipped you guys so much!"
"Hey, I did not break up with him!" I protested. "He broke up with me. There is a difference. And before anything happened between me and Phraser, he was the one who quick to move on. Hell, he even moved in with his ex!"
"Woah, chill, calm your teeth." Hunter raised both hands, waving a white flag. "He did not share any details with me but I know Ty and I know he loves you. If he broke things off with you, there is definitely a reason. And about him moving on with his ex, pfft!" Hunter scoffed. "Unless his ex happens to be a guy named Mario then I think you need to get your facts straight, chica!"


Instead of doing what I asked him to, he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. My bag dropped next to my feet. You're not going anywhere." He put both hands on the wall, trapping me in between his muscled arms.

My eyes widened at the anger laced in his voice. He was too strong, I could feel it from the way he grasped my arm earlier. "I'm gonna scream." I tried to remain calm even though my breath hitched and my heart pounded like a machine gun.

He let out a deep chuckle. "Scream all you might, Temptress. No one is gonna hear you." A mischievous smile appeared on his face and the look he gave me told me he meant every word. We were in a secluded room, I doubted anyone would hear my screaming but it definitely worth a try.

I opened my mouth, ready to scream all my might when his mouth came down crashing on mine. The scent of his sandalwood soap assailed me, as he pressed his mouth against mine. For someone who was rude and cunning, it surprised me how he could be soft when it came to kissing. He placed soft kisses at the corners of my lips and held my face in his warm hands as his fingers tangled in the hair above my ears, tugging my ponytail and messing with my hair.

His brown eyes filled my vision, hard and intense, a direct contradiction to his hot, sensual mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the seam of my lips, and my breath caught in my throat. I could feel a jolt clear in the soles of my feet, a warm tingling that curled my toes and settled in the pit of my stomach. The kiss was tender, almost sweet, and I fought to keep my eyes open and pressed my lips tight. I fought to remind myself that the lips brushing mine, as if he were my lover, belonged to an egomaniac asshole who told lies and swore to make my life miserable.

* * *

Autumn Summers thought her life was better off without the notorious Phraser Ronan. She had more problems on her plate right now, including her bullies who always knocked her down every time she tried to rise back up. Yet, whenever she was in trouble, he was the first to help. Slowly but surely she found her worst enemy had turned into a knight in dazzling armor that will complicate her stable relationship with her two years boyfriend Tyler Vincent. 

With darkness lurking at every corner, follow Autumn and her strong will to stand up against her bully and sort her feelings for the two guys. 

* * *

{COMPLETED} Phraser knew the second he saw her that she was the girl he'd had a crush on two years ago. But when she blatantly turned him down, he swore to make her college life like a living hell. 

* * *

"She's not fragile like a flower, she's fragile like a bomb."

* * *

The crime scene where the author butchered OTPs, tried to write sex scenes, and touched sensitive subjects (depression, cancer, loss, betrayal). 

There are some NSFW scenes. Read at your own risk.

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