At the same time, outside the bedroom, Uncle Fu's gentle and respectful voice rang out.

"Young master, breakfast is ready. It's time for you to eat."

Zhou Huai's consciousness returned to his original body.

He subconsciously wanted to wait for Uncle Fu to push the door open and come in, just like he had done every day for the past five years, bringing the meal to his bedside.

However, it took him a few seconds to realize what was happening.

I can walk on the ground now...

Zhou Huai threw off the covers and stepped onto the floor. A long-lost sense of reality rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He leaned on the edge of the bed and stood up unsteadily. His muscles and joints were stiff and awkward because they hadn't been used for a long time.

There was a time when lying in bed to satisfy all his physiological needs was a routine he had long been accustomed to.

Now, even something as simple as getting up and eating makes him feel lost and helpless.

When Zhou Huai changed his clothes and slowly moved into the living room, Uncle Fu was placing plates of exquisite breakfast on the dining table.

Zhou Huai's gaze fell on Uncle Fu, looking at that handsome face that looked at least forty years younger, and he felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.

He pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up the warm milk, took a sip, and suddenly felt playful, giving a mischievous smile.

"Uncle Fu, I've suddenly realized something."

"Hmm? Young Master, please speak." Uncle Fu stopped what he was doing and looked at him respectfully.

Zhou Huai pointed at Uncle Fu, then at himself, and said in a serious tone, "Look at you now, standing next to me, anyone who ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) doesn't know us would think we're brothers. You're not much older than me, and I'm afraid I won't be able to call you 'Uncle Fu' anymore."

Uncle Fu was taken aback when he heard this, then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, a shy blush spreading across his face.

Zhou Huai laughed and continued to tease, "In my opinion, I should just call you Brother Fu from now on!"

He paused, then seemed to remember something and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, I've been calling you Uncle Fu for so many years, but I still don't know your real name."

Uncle Fu became increasingly flustered by his teasing, and quickly waved his hand, his young face full of honesty and sincerity: "Young master, please don't be so polite to this old servant. My real name is Chen Fu, please just call me Uncle Fu. I've been hearing it for so many years, I'm already used to it. If you change how you address me, I... I'll feel uncomfortable."

Seeing his expression, Zhou Huai stopped teasing him and nodded with a smile: "Alright, Chen Fu, a good name. Then we'll go with your suggestion, call him Uncle Fu."

Zhou Huai sat at the dining table, eating a delicious breakfast and feeling the real sensation of the food chewing in his mouth and sliding down his esophagus.

This feeling was as luxurious as a dream for him.

A vague fragment of memory flashed through the depths of his mind without warning.

That was the last moment before he died, as his consciousness sank into boundless darkness.

He saw a girl in a light green dress lying by his bedside, crying her eyes out, her shoulders trembling from the intense sobbing.

That blurry face, those eyes soaked with tears, filled with despair and sorrow...

"By the way," Zhou Huai put down his chopsticks, looked up at Uncle Fu, "during the time I was unconscious... or rather, during the time I was dead, did anyone come to the villa?"

Uncle Fu paused in his work of clearing the dishes, looked up with a complicated expression, and nodded slightly.

“Yes, young master.” Uncle Fu’s voice lowered. “Miss Ye Xi came. And...and when she came, she happened to...see you breathe your last.”

Zhou Huai's heart sank.

Uncle Fu continued with a sigh, "That child... she broke down. She held your cold body, crying her heart out, and fainted several times. No matter how I tried to comfort her, it was no use. In the end, the head of the Ye family personally brought people over and forcibly took her away."

"Young Master, Miss Ye Xi's feelings for you are truly beyond words. If she knew the news of your resurrection, she would be overjoyed."

Zhou Huai fell silent.

After a long while, he finally exhaled a breath of stale air and nodded.

"I understand. I'll go over there after I finish eating."

He truly felt guilty towards the girl named Ye Xi.

Although neither death was within his control, the other party witnessed his two "deaths," each more tragic than the last.

What a cruel blow this must be for a girl who loves him so much.

This debt of gratitude, this obligation, must be repaid.

After finishing breakfast, Zhou Huai stood up and prepared to head to the Ye family.

"Young Master, do you need me to accompany you?" Uncle Fu asked with concern.

"No need." Zhou Huai waved his hand, a thought flashing through his mind.

"Buzz—"

With a spatial fluctuation, a burly and domineering figure appeared out of thin air in the living room.

It was Xiang Yu, who had just been resurrected!

Zhou Huai patted Xiang Yu's strong arm and smiled at Uncle Fu: "With him here, no one can hurt me."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something, turned his head, and looked at Chen Fu, adding a thoughtful remark.

"By the way, Chen Fu."

Uncle Fu was taken aback, then quickly replied, "Young Master, what are your orders?"

"You should also seriously consider your own situation."

"Me?" Uncle Fu pointed to himself, puzzled. "What do I need?"

Zhou Huai smiled, his eyes gentle yet earnest: "You have returned to your most youthful self. Not only that, but the hidden ailments and injuries left on you back then are no longer there. This means that you can completely become a professional again and pursue your own future."

He looked at Uncle Fu's bewildered face, and his voice became serious.

"You have served me wholeheartedly your whole life. In this life, it's time for you to live well for yourself."

Uncle Fu's body trembled. He stared blankly at Zhou Huai, his eyes reddening.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

In the end, he simply nodded heavily, his voice thick with nasal emotion and gratitude.

"Young Master... I understand, I will... consider it carefully."

...

After leaving the villa, Zhou Huai did not choose to take a car.

He strolled along the path leading to the city center, letting the morning breeze caress his face.

The main body had not walked for five years. Although the professional's strong physique prevented his muscles from atrophying, walking still felt like his legs were filled with lead, extremely stiff, and every step was extremely difficult.

The journey from the villa to the Ye family manor, which would take a professional only ten minutes, took Zhou Huai more than an hour.

When he finally stood in front of the magnificent gate of the Ye family's manor, he was panting heavily, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes and was about to ring the doorbell.

Just then, the manor gates opened from the inside, and a black limousine drove out.

The car stopped beside Zhou Huai, and the back window rolled down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man who exuded an air of authority.

It was Ye Zhentian, the current head of the Ye family and Ye Xi's father.

Ye Zhentian, who was looking down at the documents, noticed something and inadvertently looked up and glanced out the window.

With just that one glance, he was frozen in place, as if he had been struck by a spell.

The document in his hand fell to the carpet with a "thud," and his usually calm eyes widened like saucers, while his mouth opened so wide it could almost fit an egg.

He looked at the pale-faced but real person standing outside the car window, his voice trembling with extreme shock.

"Zhou...Zhou Huai?"

"You...you weren't dead again?!"