Soul Returns to Hong Kong: From Tailor Shop to Richest Woman

half a month later.

Su Zhihao felt that something was wrong with him.

At first, he just felt tightness in his chest, which he thought was because he had been drinking too much lately while socializing with the owners of various theaters. He even cursed the bunch of lousy producers on set while sitting in his Mercedes, thinking that it was all caused by the fatigue from the film's post-production promotion.

But after a few days, things started to go wrong.

When he washed his face in the morning, he rubbed his face with a dry towel, and as he reached up to touch his head, seven or eight black hairs fell out of his palm.

Su Zhihao stared at the few strands of hair in his palm: "Maria!"

Hearing the loud shout, Maria, the Filipino maid, quickly poked her head out of the kitchen: "Brother Hao, what's wrong?"

Su Zhihao walked over with a stern face: "Is there something wrong with the shampoo you bought recently?"

Maria was startled: "No, Brother Hao, we've always used the same brand as before. You used to say it was very comfortable."

Su Zhihao threw his hair into the sink and snorted, "Replace it. This piece of junk is definitely the reason I'm losing hair."

Maria nodded quickly and turned to change her shampoo.

But changing it didn't help.

A few days later, Su Zhihao felt even more tightness in his chest, and his temper even became strange.

He used to socialize at nightclubs in Kowloon City, drinking until midnight and slamming his fist on the table, bragging about his box office earnings from "The Movie" and acting like a big brother who had officially gone straight and cleaned up his act. But now, as soon as someone offers him a toast, he frowns at the smell of alcohol and his stomach churns.

A hostess wearing perfume leaned over and laughed, but he pushed her away, finding the noise too loud and giving him a headache.

One of the henchmen approached with a glass of wine: "Brother Hao, Boss Peng is in that private room over there tonight, why don't you go over and have a couple of drinks?"

Su Zhihao clutched his chest: "Damn it! My chest feels tight!"

The henchman asked with concern, "Brother Hao, are you overworking yourself because the movies are making so much money lately?"

"What a load of crap." Su Zhihao cursed, then felt even cursing was pointless, so he waved his hand and said, "Go, stop drinking. Take me to the hospital tomorrow."

The henchman asked worriedly, "Brother Hao, are we going to the hospital? Is it that serious?"

"Register for an examination!" Su Zhihao glared at him. "Do you expect me to die at the dinner table?"

The next morning, Su Zhihao really went to the hospital.

A gangster from Kowloon City sat properly on an iron chair in the hospital corridor, holding a registration slip in his hand. When the doctor asked him to have his blood drawn, he rolled up his sleeves and stuck out his arm, cursing under his breath.

When the test results came out, the doctor, who was in his fifties, pushed up his reading glasses, stared at the report for a while, then looked at Su Zhihao, and then looked at the report again.

Su Zhihao's palms were sweating: "Doctor, do I have some kind of terminal illness? Liver cancer? Or is there something wrong with my stomach?"

The doctor looked at Su Zhihao with amazement and said, "It's not a terminal illness."

"Then what's with that expression? It scared the hell out of me."

The doctor glanced at the report again: "Your estrogen levels are severely high."

Su Zhihao didn't understand the medical terminology: "What's this 'vegetarian'?"

"Estrogen," the doctor explained. "Generally, trace amounts are present in normal men, but your level is significantly higher than normal. It's almost at the level of a woman's ovulation period."

Su Zhihao's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"

Seeing that his complexion was off, the doctor still asked, "Mr. Su, have you taken any special medications recently? Or consumed any tonics of unknown origin? Some health supplements sold on the black market can cause hormonal imbalances."

"Supplements?" Su Zhihao thought for a moment. "Do hangover soup, herbal tea, and plain water count? Recently, my two sons have changed their ways and have been pouring me water and hangover soup all day long."

The doctor continued, "Besides these, are you taking any other medications?"

"No," Su Zhihao said confidently. "I've always been in great health; I don't even need medicine for a cold or flu."

The doctor frowned: "Have you recently experienced mood swings, irritability, low mood, chest tightness, hair loss, or unexplained fatigue?"

Su Zhihao's face fell: "All correct."

The doctor put down the report: "Observe first, it's best to stop all external drinks and supplements, and come back for a blood test in a while."

Su Zhihao came out of the hospital with the test results in his hand, sat in the back seat of the car, and remained silent for a long time.

The driver in the front seat looked at him in the rearview mirror: "Brother Hao, going home?"

Su Zhihao crumpled the report into a ball, then slowly unfolded it.

Estrogen spikes! Him, Su Zhihao! How could a grown man have elevated estrogen levels? After thinking it over, an outrageous reason suddenly popped into his head.

Could it be that he's been single for too long and developed this problem? Without a woman at home, he's surrounded by a bunch of rude, foul-mouthed men on set all day, plus two troublesome sons who are always causing trouble; his yin and yang are out of balance, and he's gotten so frustrated that his hormones are out of balance.

The more Su Zhihao thought about it, the more he felt that this was the only possibility.

Su Zhihao is only in his early thirties this year. With "Death by Light" about to make a fortune at the box office, he really can't keep spending every day on set and at drinking parties.

Once the movie revenue sharing is deposited into his account, he needs to find a proper relationship and a woman who can take care of him, unlike the mother of his two sons who ran off with the money.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Su Zhihao felt a tightness and pain in his chest again.

He rubbed his face and cursed, "Damn it."

……

On Tuesday morning, Su Cheng and Su Jun went to school early with their backpacks, and Su Zhihao also went out to Central to discuss selling the film overseas; Maria was left alone in the house to clean.

After Maria finished wiping the living room floor, she carried the bucket into the two young masters' room.

Su Jun's room was the messiest, with comic books and draft papers scattered everywhere; Su Cheng's room was slightly better, but his desk drawers were still crammed full.

Maria opened Su Cheng's drawer, intending to take out the waste paper inside and throw it away, but when she reached to the bottom, she touched a hard little bottle.

When she took it out, she saw that the bottle had a label covered in dense English text, which she couldn't understand at all.

Maria held the bottle and examined it for a long time. Hao Ge hadn't been feeling well lately, constantly complaining of chest tightness. There was an unfamiliar bottle of foreign medicine in the house, and she couldn't just put it back.

Around noon, Su Zhihao returned to his apartment to change clothes in preparation for meeting his lawyer that afternoon.

Maria quickly came out of the inner room with the medicine bottle and handed it over.

"Brother Hao, I just saw this at the very bottom of the young master's drawer. It was hidden very well, I don't know what kind of medicine it is. Do you want to take a look?"

Su Zhihao didn't take it seriously at first, and glanced at it casually after taking it.

The next second, Su Zhihao's expression changed instantly.

Although Su Zhihao wasn't well-educated and couldn't recognize all the foreign words, he had been working in nightclubs for so many years that he recognized the bottle's packaging and the few distinctive words on it.

This is a birth control pill.

Su Zhihao stared at the medicine bottle in his hand, the veins on his forehead bulging little by little.

Thirteen years old! Su Cheng is only thirteen this year!

A series of images flashed through his mind: female classmates at school, teenage girls with dyed yellow hair on the street, friends on the street... This scoundrel is only in sixth grade, and he's hiding this kind of thing in his room?!

"Bang!" Su Zhihao slammed the medicine bottle heavily onto the coffee table.

Maria was so frightened that she took two steps back.

"Get the car ready," Su Zhihao said through gritted teeth.

Maria asked in a low voice, "Brother Hao, why don't you call and ask the young master first..."

"Ask my ass!" Su Zhihao grabbed the car keys he had just put down. "I'll go to the school and ask myself!"

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Outside the school building, Su Cheng was studying in a classroom when the head of discipline called him out. He thought it was because he had failed another test.

As soon as he reached the school gate, he saw Lao Dou's car parked on the side of the road, with Su Zhihao standing by the car door, his face pale and his teeth clenched as he glared at him.

A bad feeling suddenly washed over Su Cheng.

"Get in the car." Su Zhihao stared at him.

Seeing Lao Dou's appearance, Su Cheng's palms were sweaty: "Lao Dou, what happened?"

Su Zhihao yanked open the car door: "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Throughout the journey, Su Zhihao remained silent, driving extremely fast. Su Cheng sat in the back seat, barely daring to breathe, his fingers gripping the seam of his trousers.

The car drove back to the Causeway Bay apartment, and as soon as we entered, the door slammed shut.

Su Zhihao slammed the English-language medicine bottle onto the dining table.

"Explain," Su Zhihao said, pointing to the bottle.

Su Cheng's expression changed instantly when he saw what was on the table. The medicine that Su Jun had gotten half a month ago had run out, and this was the new medicine he had bought.

Su Zhihao sneered repeatedly: "You're only thirteen. Thirteen and already doing these adult things? Tell me! Which girl? One from school or some delinquent? Do you even know what you're doing? Do you have a brain?!"

Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at his father raising his fist and immediately realized that his father had misunderstood the purpose of the medicine: "It's not for me."

Su Zhihao sneered, "If you didn't take the birth control pills, who did I?"

Su Cheng lowered his head and whispered, "Yes."

Su Zhihao didn't hear him clearly: "What did you say?"

Su Cheng raised his head, then closed his eyes and shouted, "I said, you ate it."

Su Zhihao stood frozen in place.

Maria, who was standing silently at the kitchen doorway, dropped the dishcloth in her hand onto the floor tiles with a "thud".

Su Zhihao stared at his eldest son: "Say it again."

Su Cheng simply said, "This medicine wasn't taken by Ah Jun and me. We secretly ground it up and put it in the plain water you drink every day, the hangover soup you drink after socializing, and the liver-protecting medicine you keep on the coffee table."

Su Zhihao swayed slightly. The hospital lab results showed elevated estrogen levels, irritability, chest tightness, and hair loss.

And then there's that lingering, strange taste when I get up in the middle of the night to drink water! It's all mixed up.

Su Zhihao pulled out a wooden handle from next to the TV cabinet, which he usually used to scare people.

Su Cheng took a step back.

Su Zhihao was trembling with rage, pointing at Su Cheng: "You two bastards, you drugged your own father?!"

Su Cheng, his neck stiff, shouted, "We just want you to use contraception!"

"Avoid my foot!" The wooden stick came down heavily, striking Su Cheng's calf.