msmithbooks Chapter 3: A Fateful Bond of Snatching Milk from Childhood
Chapter 3: A Fateful Bond of Snatching Milk from Childhood
An infant's brain is very small.
Chen Lang was in a daze most of the time.
Occasionally, when he was conscious, he could feel himself being picked up and having a warm spring placed in his mouth, before falling back into darkness in a moment of satisfaction.
An infant's vision develops slowly, so sound and smell become his only way of perceiving the outside world.
In these limited moments of lucidity, he tried to perceive all the information around him and piece together his surroundings.
I could hear the sound of doctors making their rounds.
"Liu Xiaoli, how are you feeling today? Does your wound still hurt?"
"Is your milk supply enough? You're feeding two babies, don't overwork yourself."
Liu Xiaoli.
He remembered the name firmly.
She was the gentle woman who gave him his first taste of milk when he was starving to death.
My savior.
And then there was that man who frequently visited Liu Xiaoli, always sighing and complaining.
"Shaokang, don't look so gloomy. The fact that the child is alright is the greatest joy of all."
"I know, it's just that I feel bad for Jingfang."
Liu Xiaoli's husband is An Shaokang.
The man who rescued himself from the clutches of the Sanlu milk powder scandal.
And then there's their daughter who always tries to steal his food.
"Was Sisi a good girl today?"
"Sweetie, she gets anxious whenever her little brother nurses."
"Have you given her a formal name yet?"
"Get up, call Anfeng."
Liu Xiaoli, An Shaokang, daughter An Feng, nicknamed Qianqian.
In Chen Lang's mind, these names were strung together.
A possibility that almost stopped his fragile little heart from beating surfaced in his mind.
Isn't this...the family of Liu Yifei, the "Fairy Sister"?
In his previous life, he made a living by editing videos and music. He was a well-known content creator on Bilibili, though not extremely famous, but a seasoned otaku.
Liu Yifei's looks are an aesthetic standard etched into his DNA.
In order to edit the video, he went through almost all of Liu Yifei's information from childhood to adulthood.
Her mother's name is Liu Xiaoli, and she is a national first-class dancer at the Wuhan Song and Dance Theater.
Her father's name is An Shaokang, and he is a French professor at Wuhan University.
Her nickname is Xixi.
and so……
The woman who gently nursed him was Liu Yifei's mother.
The man who always calls his adoptive father "brother" is Liu Yifei's father.
And that baby in the crib next to her, crying loudly because she took away her food... is that the future fairy sister, Liu Yifei?
The amount of information was so great that it instantly overloaded Chen Lang's limited brain capacity.
If all of this is true.
So, what is his current time, place, and identity...?
He remembered Liu Yifei's birthday.
August 25, 1987, Wuhan.
A Virgo who, like him, is relentlessly criticized.
So it is now 1987, and the location is Tongji Hospital in Wuhan.
She was a premature baby, born on the same day as the future national goddess, and even lay in the same hospital.
and many more……
Chen Lang's thoughts suddenly took a turn.
I was born prematurely, two months earlier than my due date.
From an astrological perspective, am I still considered a Virgo?
If we calculate it correctly, a full-term baby should be a Libra.
So, am I a devoted Virgo, or a Libra known for being a "central air conditioner" (meaning I'm not a "central air conditioner")?
This seems to be a very serious academic issue.
He tried hard to think, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Should it be counted... or not...?
Before he could figure out the problem, he drifted off to sleep again.
I woke up again because I was hungry.
The familiar scent of milk wafted into his nose; it was his only source of sustenance now.
He was pulled into that warm embrace.
Right on cue, another baby started crying nearby.
It was loud and clear, filled with grievance.
Chen Lang sucked hard while silently complaining in his mind.
The game starts with her fighting with the fairy sister for milk.
This life's twists and turns are truly unparalleled.
Hearing Xixi's loud, clear sobs beside him, he felt a pang of guilt.
Never mind, I'll make it up to you later.
When you grow up, your brother will protect you.
But he rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.
compensate?
What kind of compensation will be provided?
She comes from a privileged background, like a princess.
My father is a university professor, and my mother is a dancer.
Grandparents, maternal grandparents—they were all prominent figures, officials, professors, none of them ordinary.
Later, her mother divorced and took her to the United States, where she apparently remarried a wealthy lawyer.
Not to mention she also has a wealthy business tycoon godfather who protected her throughout the early stages, providing considerable help to her acting career.
Their future development was smooth sailing, and they became famous all the way to Hollywood.
In the years before her sudden death, Liu Yifei was inundated with endorsements from top luxury brands like LV and Bulgari, living a life more comfortable than anyone else.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that she has not lacked anything in her life except that she is almost forty and still unmarried.
Ok?
Chen Lang paused for a moment.
Hmm... isn't this what's missing?
The fate of fighting over milk since childhood, isn't this all arranged by God to make up for what she lacked?
Logically perfect, a match made in heaven.
It's settled then.
Chen Lang made a major decision.
My dear wife, don't worry.
From now on, Brother Lang will take responsibility for you.
Thinking of this, Chen Lang let out a satisfied burp, and with Liu Xiaoli's gentle patting, he fell asleep again, completely content.
In the following days, Chen Lang's periods of lucidity increased slightly.
He was able to gather more and more information.
He discovered that his unreliable adoptive father, Shen Jingfang, had an unusually close relationship with An Shaokang.
The way they spoke, so natural and familiar, suggested a deep, childhood friendship.
Many men and women with an artistic flair also came to visit Liu Xiaoli.
From their conversation, Chen Lang heard a familiar place name.
Wuhan Opera and Dance Theater.
"Xiaoli, you have to take good care of yourself. The hospital is waiting for you to come back and be the mainstay."
"That's right, Xiaoqin's situation... sigh, we're all heartbroken. You have to take good care of yourself."
Her mother, Chen Qin, and Liu Xiaoli were not only close friends, but also colleagues at the Wuhan Song and Dance Theater.
One is a dancer, and the other is a singer.
Even the older brother and sister-in-law who pointed at Shen Jingfang's nose and cursed her at the ward door that day seemed to be from the opera house.
They are relatives on my mother's side.
According to seniority, I should call them my maternal uncle and maternal aunt.
Childhood sweethearts.
They were childhood sweethearts.
Right.
This buff is practically maxed out.
This script came out way too easily.
Of course, that's assuming he survives first.
Shen Jingfang clearly didn't think so.