When Zhuang Ling regained consciousness, he found himself aching all over, especially in his neck. He struggled to open his eyes, only to be immediately blinded by the dazzling light, which made him instinctively turn his head away. It took a while for him to realize that he was on the ground.

What's going on? Wasn't I dead? How can my soul touch the cold floor tiles?

His heart jolted and he suddenly sat up, finally being able to see the scene around him.

He was in his favorite small apartment, where the living room was currently in a complete mess, even the sofa had been moved. And at his feet, there was a pile of wine bottles. All kinds of wine were there, Lafite, XO, and various other drinks mixed together as if they were free, and he had been drinking them recklessly until dawn. No wonder he had almost suffered alcohol poisoning.

Zhuang Ling looked down at his hands in confusion, then squeezed his right hand with his left hand. It was solid, warm, and soft.

He suddenly had an unimaginable thought in his mind: Am I alive?

But how could this be possible? How could such a bizarre and supernatural thing happen to oneself? But then again, he argued within his heart, why couldn't it be possible?

Having been a wandering ghost for so long, it's not surprising that my soul has finally returned to its place. Perhaps the heavens realized that I had lived an utterly confused past life, so luckily, they waved their hands and gave me a chance to start over.

He suddenly thought of something and rushed to the table to grab his phone. Unlocking it, he checked the date - December 30, 2013.

He saw this date and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Because he finally remembered why he had a hangover. Just a few days before this date, on Christmas of the thirteenth year, he broke up with Shu Boheng at Rongxin. After that, disregarding his suddenly pale complexion and the candlelit dinner on the table, he turned around and left resolutely amidst his coughing.

He also hid in the apartment and drank for several days.

Zhuang Ling forced a bitter smile. He thought that heaven wouldn't be so kind, but it turned out it was waiting for him here.

Now Shu Boheng must be feeling completely hurt by himself. The media and passers-by are probably criticizing him online, accusing him of being ungrateful. After becoming popular, he will have to terminate his contract with his former employer, Tianheng.

By the way! Bo Heng! He remembered that on that evening, Bo Heng was admitted to the hospital due to neurogenic gastritis! And in the past life, he had never once gone to visit him.

At this thought, Zhuang Ling couldn't help but give himself a hard smack across the face. He went to his room to freshen up, changed his clothes, and then grabbed his coat before heading out.

His purpose was very clear, which was the Beijing Boren Hospital. While he was in the car, he thought about many things. What would be the first thing he would say to Shu Boheng, and how would he react to him? Would he be utterly disappointed?

However, the one thing he never expected was that he would end up being completely rejected.

At the entrance of the six-floor VIP ward.

"I want to see Shu Boheng."

"Apologies, Mr. Zhuang. Mr. Shu has just finished his examination and is not feeling well. He has already gone to sleep. Please do not disturb him."

With an official tone, Zhuang Ling could not help but hear the disdain.

"I want to see Shu Boheng," he repeated once again. When he came up just now, he had already seen through the glass on the door that Shu Boheng was clearly awake. However, these bodyguards were lying with their eyes wide open, clearly unwilling to let him meet with him.

"Bo Heng! Shu Bo Heng! I know you're awake! I have something to say to you!"

The door opened from the inside, and unsurprisingly, Zhou Cheng's face appeared. "Zhuang Ling, you still haven't learned how to empathize with others."

I...Please step aside first and let me see Shu Boheng.

Zhou Cheng silently moved aside, allowing Zhuang Ling to enter.

Zhuang Ling gave him a quick glance, then walked inside after handing him the flowers and fruits he had just bought at the hospital entrance.