I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

"Brother, do you think my wedding photos taken today are beautiful?"

In a suite at a five-star hotel, a man and a woman lay on a clean, soft bed; just by looking at the material, you could tell that the bedding was expensive.

The woman clung to the man like an octopus, her snow-white thighs extending from under the covers and pressing against his groin. Her soft hands held a phone out in front of him, positioned so that he could see it just by looking down.

Lin Ran leaned against the headboard, one hand stroking the smooth, silky back of the woman in his arms, the other holding a cigarette as he looked through the wedding photos on her phone.

"It looks good." He swiped the screen with his thumb, his tone devoid of any emotion.

The person in the tuxedo in the photo wasn't him, and that radiant smile had nothing to do with him, so it naturally didn't pique his interest.

Looking at the loving couple in the picture, his thoughts drifted back to a month ago—when he first met the woman in his arms.

Around the same time as today, in the same bed, even the posture was almost identical.

At that time, the two had only known each other for three or four days. He asked her with great interest why she was still contacting him even though they were already engaged.

"Because I like you."

The young girl had innocent eyes and a voice so delicate it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it.

Lin Ran smiled nonchalantly and didn't reply. He knew perfectly well that what she liked was simply the six-figure sum he offered.

Seeing that her tricks had not worked as expected, the girl was not angry and slowly revealed the truth.

"My boyfriend and I are getting married... but neither of our families are well-off."

"I just want to save more money before I get married."

"I love him and don't want him to be so tired."

When talking about her boyfriend, the woman's tone became gentle.

Because of love?

Lin Ran didn't know if this abnormal way of getting along could be considered love, but he no longer believed in love.

Lin Ran is thirty-four years old this year, and he should be of marriageable age and have children, but his love life is not going well.

He never acted like a simp, and he had dated a few girlfriends and gone on blind dates, but all of them ended abruptly.

My first girlfriend after graduating from university cheated on me with my male best friend.

Lin Ran told her to remember to seal the area with cement before breaking up with her.

I regretted it afterwards.

She should be reminded to apply another layer of waterproofing.

His second girlfriend was incredibly demanding. She could create over 100 anniversaries out of 365 days a year, with an anniversary every three days and a celebration every five days. At that time, Lin Ran was really short of money and couldn't afford to pay for them.

After going on blind dates, Lin Ran met his third girlfriend, but he accidentally discovered that his existence was just a task for his master, and he had inexplicably become a part of PLAY.

Finally, Lin Ran was about to get married at the age of thirty, but his fiancée died in an accident on the eve of the wedding.

The woman freed one hand, her fingertips wandering restlessly over Lin Ran's thigh, exploring upwards.

Seeing that he stared at his phone for a long time without responding, she brought her red lips close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice carrying just the right amount of regret:

"Brother Lin, I'm getting married in a couple of days, and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you company anymore."

The warm breath and words entered his ears at once, and Lin Ran instantly came back to his senses.

I realized that this was both a farewell and a final test.

He ignored the woman's little gestures, simply smiled faintly, and stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers in the crystal ashtray.

He then picked up his phone and deftly operated it a few times.

With a soft "ding," a six-figure transfer was initiated.

Happy wedding.

His tone was calm, revealing no emotion.

It's unclear whether this money is considered a gift or a final settlement.

A fleeting hint of disappointment crossed the woman's eyes, but upon seeing the amount deposited—even exceeding her dowry—a bright smile quickly returned to her lips, and she obediently replied:

"Thanks, Brother Lin~"

Lin Ran neatly tidied his clothes, got up and walked towards the door, leaving only one sentence:

"This suite has been extended in your name for another half month. You can stay if you want, or cancel if you don't."

He gripped the doorknob, paused briefly, and turned his head to add:

"Don't worry, I won't be coming back."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already strode away without the slightest hesitation.

……

With a roar of an engine, a Porsche Panamera sped out of the hotel parking lot at an extremely high speed.

In the rearview mirror, you can vaguely see the figure of a hotel waiter bowing.

Lin Ran sat in the driver's seat, a cigarette between his fingers casually resting on the open window, his right hand on the steering wheel.

He squinted, enjoying the stares from passersby.

His experiences over the past decade or so since he stepped out of university and into the workforce can be described as a history of ups and downs in entrepreneurship.

From setting up a street stall to opening a store, from dabbling in social media to setting up a studio, he has gone through more than a dozen attempts, both big and small.

Now, he finally owns a company with hundreds of employees, and the annual profits are enough for him to achieve complete financial freedom.

Financial freedom, time freedom, and as for love...

Lin Ran didn't believe in that stuff anyway, so he chose to rent it out for a short period with money and change it monthly, which was clean and efficient.

The separation from the woman did not cause Lin Ran any emotional fluctuation.

He had experienced this separation dozens of times since his fiancée passed away.

Many in the past have tried, openly or covertly, to turn this temporary contract into a long-term one.

With tears streaming down their faces, they promised to be his secret lovers, never to disturb his other life.

After all, Master Lin is in his prime, rich and handsome, which naturally makes him irresistible.

Every time, Lin had to deal with a woman crying and pleading for a permanent position, and he had to spend a lot of time explaining.

The woman's decision to leave this time actually saved him a lot of trouble.

For some reason, Lin Ran felt a strange, inexplicable loneliness today.

Stopped at an intersection waiting for the red light, Lin Ran took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Old Fang, it's me."

……

"What are your requirements?... "

Hearing the insincere question coming from the phone, Lin Ran didn't rush to answer, his fingers tapping the steering wheel lightly and casually.

My eyes just happened to spot a student couple; the boy was excitedly pointing at his car and saying something to the girl.

The girl looked up at her boyfriend with adoration, her eyes filled with admiration.

The innocent look in that woman's eyes when she confessed her love a month ago inexplicably surfaced in Lin Ran's mind.

A sense of revulsion welled up inside me for no apparent reason.

Lin Ran withdrew his gaze, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.

"Requirements? Find an actor who can 'have eyes only for me'."

"As for the reward," he said casually, "I'll pay five times the amount, and it'll be in my account right now."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ran glanced at the red light, which was still on, and quickly dialed another number.

"Feed?"

A steady male voice came through the receiver. The word "feed" was pronounced clearly, with a crisp fourth tone, carrying the composure unique to middle-aged people.

"Brother, it's me. How's everything at home?"

……

"How is Mom's health? How are your nephews and nieces?"

……

"I'm fine, don't worry about me..."

As the red light turned green, Lin Ran released the brakes and slowly started moving.

"Brother, I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm driving, you can hang up now."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "bang" resounded! Lin Ran felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder.

The next second, the entire vehicle suddenly went out of control and was lifted into the air.

In the midst of the dizzying spin, he lost count of how many times he tumbled before the world fell silent with a piercing scraping sound.

The violent impact caused his vision to go black, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Only from the phone, which hadn't yet been hung up, could one faintly hear Lin Feng's anxious shouts: "Lin Er! What's going on over there?! Feed me?"

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Accompanied by a sudden, intense ringing in his ears and a feeling of dizziness, Lin Ran shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind.

"Damn it, how do you drive?"

Lin Ran muttered a complaint under his breath, subconsciously rubbing his injured left shoulder. There was no sharp pain, only a tingling numbness.

He managed to lift his head, but the unfamiliar scene left him stunned on the spot.

The cramped space swayed slightly, and the dimly lit GG sign flashed past the window. All around were crowded people dressed in clothes from an unfamiliar era.

This scene is clearly taking place on the subway.

Is it the underworld?

Soon, he noticed that the group of people were watching him with looks that were filled with curiosity, disdain, or indifference.

Lin Ran didn't hold back and glared back at them one by one.

He sneered inwardly. Sure enough, the old guard bullies the newbies everywhere, even after his mother died.

Looking down at his clothes, he saw a slightly wrinkled blue and white school uniform with the words "Beilu City No. 1 Middle School" printed on it.

School uniform?

"Lin Lao Er? What's going on over there?" A hurried voice came through the receiver.

"elder brother?"

Lin Ran's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Brother...you died too?"

However, he noticed that his voice sounded much younger than usual, but he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that the car accident had damaged his throat.

He was trying to figure out what was going on, but reality didn't give him much time to react.

A shrill female voice suddenly lashed out:

"Hey kid! I'm talking to you, what are you pretending to be stupid for?!"

A woman, about twenty years old, was standing in front of me.

Her face could be considered reasonably pretty, and she was wearing an ill-fitting business suit. To cover up her facial imperfections, she wore heavy makeup, which made her look somewhat forced and mature.

A harsh face flushed red, hands on hips, fingers almost poking his nose.

He looked up at the woman in front of him, his mind racing, but he couldn't find any information about her in his memory.

What's going on?

He subconsciously raised his hand that was tightly gripping the phone, only to find an old-fashioned phone with a bright red plastic casing.

Lin Ran was taken aback. Whose phone is this?

Why does it look so familiar?

In that moment of confusion, a past memory suddenly became clear.

He recalled the summer after the college entrance exam, when he took the subway back to school to retrieve his college application materials, and then...

"Give me your phone so I can check it! Do you hear me?!"

On the subway, I was publicly defamed and secretly photographed by a woman.

Lin Ran looked around at everything, his gaze gradually becoming strange. He didn't seem to be dead...

Or was it a rebirth?

The moment this thought arose, everything before my eyes instantly became reasonable.

A strange young body, an outdated old-fashioned mobile phone, and a scene from memory that is exactly the same.

He didn't take the woman in front of him seriously; the body he now possessed belonged to a soul who had experienced the world and built a fortune from scratch.

There's no reason why they can't even handle such a small matter.

However, to his surprise, his body reacted in a completely different way.