Reborn in 2006, I met Mr. Zhou from the past.

Meanwhile, in the hospital.

Mu Yang came to say goodbye to Zhou Chenyu. He had become familiar with the race route during his few days in Zijiang, and now it was time to go back to training.

"The next time I come here will be for the competition, Yu-ge, remember to miss me!"

Zhou Chenyu lay in the hospital bed, his face pale and bloodless, but he was clearly much better. He knew Mu Yang was just trying to cheer him up; he understood his good brother's intentions.

"Mu Yang, don't flatter yourself. You're not his sweetheart, so why would he be thinking about you?" Jiang Shaoqing teased from the side.

Mu Yang: "???"

Mu Yang was taken aback by Jiang Shaoqing's words and began to suspect that his beloved Yu-ge really had someone he liked. Just as he was about to ask about his suspicions, Jiang Shaoqing ruthlessly interrupted him.

"The competition is coming up soon, you should go back to training as soon as possible!"

"Go back and train hard. I'll be waiting for you in Zijiang," Zhou Chenyu said softly.

"Alright, I'm heading back now. See you at the match."

After saying this, Mu Yang left the ward and flew back to Shanghai that afternoon.

After Mu Yang left, Jiang Shaoqing looked at Zhou Chenyu, his expression serious but his eyes full of worry. He had found it strange that he couldn't get through to Zhou Chenyu's phone last night, and when he tried again this morning, he still couldn't get through. He started to feel uneasy, so he went directly to 101 to find Zhou Chenyu—after all, he had a key to Zhou Chenyu's house.

When he saw Zhou Chenyu lying unconscious on the bed, his mouth covered in blood, he was terrified. He desperately wanted to know what had happened to make Zhou Chenyu vomit blood.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Zhou Chenyu gazed at Jiang Shaoqing, remaining silent, and slowly closed his eyes. He struggled internally with what to say.

After a long silence, Zhou Chenyu opened her eyes, met Jiang Shaoqing's gaze, and said softly, "You know I was kidnapped when I was a child, but what you don't know is that I don't have that memory. Last night, I remembered it."

boom--

Jiang Shaoqing was stunned by those words. He knew that Zhou Chenyu and his mother had been kidnapped when Zhou was a child, and that Zhou's mother had been murdered. After Zhou Chenyu returned, he fell seriously ill and was taken away to his maternal grandmother's house, which was thousands of miles away, to recuperate. They didn't meet again until university in Kyoto.

Over the past few years, none of his friends in the industry have dared to mention this matter in front of him. He assumed it was a sore spot for Zhou Chenyu, and since it was in the past, everyone tacitly agreed never to bring it up. Could there be some hidden story behind this?

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Shaoqing quickly cleared his throat, his voice slightly strained: "There's a truth in that memory, isn't there?"

Zhou Chenyu's indifferent face showed a slight change, and he exhaled: "Yes."

"So what are you planning to do?" Jiang Shaoqing asked, somewhat agitated. As his good brother, he naturally wanted to help him, even if he didn't know the truth, he hoped to bring those people to justice as soon as possible.

"Find someone first. I've already called and asked someone to check; we should receive news soon."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not for now, but I won't hesitate to ask you for help when I need you."

"Alright then, it's good that you have a plan. But after this incident, you really need to have an assistant by your side; there are some things you'll need someone to handle for you."

"I've already made the arrangements; Zhao Chuan will arrive this afternoon."

Jiang Shaoqing sighed, "Oh, you! You should have done this a long time ago. You should rest now, I'll come see you again later."

After Jiang Shaoqing left, Zhou Chenyu slowly lay down, pondering the cause of this nightmare.

He carefully recalled the trivial events that had occurred before he went to sleep the previous night, not missing a single detail. His thoughts drifted back to the moment he went to tutor Su Fengnan. Just thinking of Su Fengnan softened his expression, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Watching the little girl write, he could clearly feel that her tranquility and peace of mind were contagious. He silently recited the Heart Sutra on the rice paper word for word, and upon finishing, he felt only warmth and joy in his heart.

Then he noticed that Su Fengnan had copied many scriptures, so he looked through them one by one. When he saw the Diamond Sutra and the Ksitigarbha Sutra, he even asked Su Fengnan, "You copied all of these, so can you read them?"

Yes.

"Read it aloud."

So, Su Fengnan read the first two chapters of the Diamond Sutra and the third and fourth chapters of the Ksitigarbha Sutra. She read them fluently and quickly, without any difficulty. After finishing the sutras, Su Fengnan said, "I copied the Ksitigarbha Sutra to pray for my parents' well-being."

Oh right, he remembered.

He only started to feel uneasy after listening to Su Fengnan read the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and even broke out in a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He didn't know why he felt unwell, so he put down the sutras. Afterwards, he was restless when explaining problems to Su Fengnan, and he couldn't explain that strange feeling, as if something was sealed in his memory and wanted to break through that barrier.

Later, after leaving Su Fengnan's house, he wanted to be alone, so he went home, washed up, turned off his phone, and went to sleep.

Lost in thought, Zhou Chenyu suddenly sat up in bed. The scriptures… the problem lay in those scriptures! It must have been listening to the scriptures that restored his memories, which had been sealed away by the nightmare.

After thinking it through, Zhou Chenyu's expression was a mix of laughter and tears, overwhelmed by a sense of powerless frustration. He had seen so many psychologists without any improvement, yet now, thanks to a Buddhist scripture he had never believed in, he had finally found what he was looking for.

A complex emotion, a feeling of having his worldview shattered, spread through his heart and he couldn't calm it down.

It wasn't until Assistant Zhao arrived and called out "Boss" that Zhou Chenyu's daydreaming state was broken.

After Assistant Zhao arrived, Zhou Chenyu completed the discharge procedures that very evening. Jiang Shaoqing couldn't stop him and had no choice but to let him go home to recuperate.

Back home, Zhou Chenyu handed over the emails that required his personal attention to his work to Assistant Zhao. He then contacted the company for an emergency video conference to make new arrangements for his work and also devoted some of his energy to contacting people to investigate the events of that year.

Once everything was arranged, he lay down to rest, exhausted.

As night deepened, Su Fengnan received a message from her editor, Song Jiaqi, via QQ. The publishing house had been working diligently to finalize the publishing rights for "Return," hoping to reach an agreement as soon as possible. Now, all the terms were agreed upon, and all that remained was her approval.

After a moment's thought, Su Fengnan agreed to the offer of 500,000 yuan to buy out the publishing rights. She was indeed in dire need of money at the moment, and "Return" was her debut work. Although she wasn't sure if this price was too low, it was a considerable sum of money in her current situation. As for whether she would resell the rights through other channels in the future, that was a matter for later.

Xin Yuan: "Alright, Editor Song, but don't drag out the process for too long."

Song Jiayouqi: "No problem, wait for my message."

Xinyuan: "Then I'll trouble Editor Song to put in the effort."

Song Jiayouqi: "Xinyuan, your book is sure to be a hit after it's published. If it sells well, buying out the entire book might be a bad deal for you."

Xinyuan: "It's alright, Editor Song, let's talk about it after the book is published."

In truth, Su Fengnan knew exactly what was going on. She was just an unknown newcomer, and her online popularity was far from enough. Only by letting more readers see her work and leave an impression on them could she sell the copyrights of her new books for a better price in the future. As for fame, she had always believed that it should be left to develop naturally.