Warning! Warning!
Unauthorized intrusion detected.
“Currently seizing a body for the host. Progress: five percent.”
Chi Yan stood by the window in a red dress, unhurriedly swirling the wine glass in her hand.
A dizzying sensation gradually spread through her head. Chi Yan lightly pressed her forehead as everything before her began to blur, as if the world were lagging like a glitching game.
“Progress: eighty percent.”
Chi Yan felt her soul beginning to detach from her body.
Chi Yan rubbed her ears, forcing herself to stay upright, doing her best to remain conscious.
“Sorry, my dear, but your life is too perfect—so it belongs to me now.” A voice came from somewhere unknown.
Chi Yan woke up again in a private hospital in S City.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, sunlight pouring in. Aside from the faint beeping of the machines, the room was utterly silent.
Chi Yan slowly opened her eyes, roughly surveying the body that was not her own.
Though it sounded absurd, she had no choice but to face the reality:
She—the only daughter of the Chi family, one of the four great families in S City, the sole heir to the Chiyu Group, an internationally renowned biology professor, and the top scorer with a perfect score in the national college entrance examination 23 years ago—had been taken over by Soul Seizure.
A faint scent of disinfectant drifted to Chi Yan’s nose as a nurse pushed the door open.
The nurse froze at the sight of Chi Yan sitting up.
After about three minutes of hesitation, she rushed out in what appeared to be great agitation.
“Miss Chi… Miss Chi is awake! Contact the Chairman immediately!”
Before long, four doctors gathered around Chi Yan’s hospital bed, running various examinations on her. All indicators came back completely normal.
The four doctors huddled together, murmuring quietly.
Chi Yan raised an eyebrow, resting her fingers on her forehead, and said with obvious impatience: “Could you please step out for a moment?”
Chi Yan felt she had used the most polite tone possible.
Hearing this, the doctors realized they were disturbing the patient and hurriedly left the ward.
Not long after, a man and a woman burst through the door, visibly emotional.
The moment the woman saw Chi Yan, tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. She quickly raised a handkerchief to hide them, repeating between sobs: “You’re finally awake, finally…”
The man stood to the side, his previously tense expression softening somewhat. The corners of his eyes reddened slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbed a few times, and after turning away for a brief pause, he stepped out of the room.
Chi Yan didn’t know why, but even though she hadn’t yet figured out the full situation, tears unconsciously slid down her own cheeks.
Xie Qingqing wiped her tears while forcing a smile, walked over to Chi Yan’s side, and tightly clasped Chi Yan’s hands, saying: “Three years—three whole years. Yanyan, do you still remember your mother?”
Chi Yan hesitated for a moment, then gave a slight shake of her head.
She wasn’t the “Yanyan” they spoke of, so of course she didn’t remember.
Xie Qingqing pulled Chi Yan into an embrace, gently patting her back, and said: “It’s alright. Your waking up is the greatest gift of all.”
Chi Yan stiffened slightly. Though she felt uncomfortable with the sudden hug, she didn’t resist.
“Lost memories can be rebuilt. I am your mother, Xie Qingqing. The man from just now was your father, Chi Shensong. And you are my daughter, Chi Yan—Chi from ‘pond,’ Yan from ‘flame.'” Xie Qingqing continued.
“Then who is Yanyan?”
Xie Qingqing narrowed her eyes. “That’s because you thought the name didn’t sound good, and you also found changing names troublesome, so you gave yourself that nickname.”
Hearing this, Chi Yan silently shook his head inwardly. So it was actually someone with the same name and surname?