The name had been made up by Cai Jinhe.
The “leftovers” were because the original owner couldn’t get up in the morning.
The clothes were ones Tang Youyou herself didn’t want. Zhou Ping had given them to Tang Jiaojiao because she didn’t want to waste them, only for the original owner to snatch them back later.
As for the lychees, Tang Youyou was allergic to them.
Even dropping out of junior high had been because the original owner couldn’t endure the hardships of going to school.
There were countless things like that.
Once again, the original owner’s stupidity was being thoroughly exposed.
Tang Youyou pulled herself out of Cai Jinhe’s embrace, her eyes red with emotion.
“Thank you, Grandma. Grandma is the best.
“You don’t have to argue with that man for me. At worst, I’ll just go to the countryside. I can even take care of you there.”
“No!”
Tang Yue, who had just picked up the fallen pineapple cakes, immediately stopped her.
When Tang Youyou turned to look at her with reddened eyes, Tang Yue pretended to be busy. She placed the plate on the table and brushed the dust from her hands.
“Qin Yuchen was originally your fiancé. Five years ago, I was forced to take your marriage away from you, and I’ve always felt guilty about it.
“Now that we’ve finally switched things back, how can we let you suffer in the countryside?
“If Uncle says anything to you again, just tell him that I’m willing to do this.
“Uncle wouldn’t get angry with his own niece, would he?”
Tang Youyou’s eyes immediately filled with tears.
“Yue’er~~~”
Her voice practically came with a wavy line.
Her adorable, innocent almond-shaped eyes radiated pure, crystal-clear stupidity.
“I knew Yue’er was the best to me!”
The suspicion Tang Yue had just begun to feel—that she’d somehow been set up again—instantly disappeared.
*Sure enough, she’s stupid.*
*She believes whatever I say.*
Tang Youyou continued acting “stupid.”
“Ah! Pineapple cakes! Yue’er, did you make these?”
Tang Yue nodded proudly.
Tang Youyou had been pampered since childhood and couldn’t even tell the difference between the four limbs and the five grains, let alone make such difficult traditional pastries.
If someone asked her to cook, she’d probably burn down the kitchen.
Completely oblivious to Tang Yue’s sense of superiority, Tang Youyou picked up a piece that had gotten dusty and held it out to Cai Jinhe with both hands.
“Grandma, hurry and try it.”
Before Cai Jinhe could react, Tang Youyou stuffed it right into her mouth.
Then she carefully picked up a clean piece for herself.
*Nom!*
She took a huge bite and happily narrowed her eyes.
Putting everything else aside, Tang Yue was actually pretty good at making pastries.
Too bad they were enemies.
Otherwise, once the 1980s came around, maybe they could have opened a private restaurant together.
“Delicious!”
Like a lazy little cat, Tang Youyou slowly finished the pastry and gave Tang Yue an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
Tang Yue looked pleased.
Then Tang Youyou suddenly changed the subject.
“Unfortunately, good pastries should be paired with good tea or good wine. That would take the flavor to a whole new level.”
Cai Jinhe gave a thoughtful hum.
Tang Yue was just about to offer to make some tea when Tang Youyou mysteriously said,
“Grandma, I heard that during the Qing Dynasty, there was a kind of liquor called *Palace Jade Liquid Wine*. It’s supposed to go perfectly with pineapple cakes. Is that true?”
She was facing Cai Jinhe, but her eyes kept watching Tang Yue.
When she saw that Tang Yue looked just as curious as Cai Jinhe, Tang Youyou’s confidence that she was reborn rose to eighty percent.
Cai Jinhe hesitated.
“Really?”
Tang Youyou nodded.
“Of course! Grandma, didn’t you know?”
The corner of Cai Jinhe’s mouth twitched.
*What exactly am I supposed to know?*
Even though she had no idea, she still had to pretend she did.
After thinking for a moment, she nodded.
“I have heard of it.”
“See?”
Tang Youyou looked pleased with herself.
“I heard it costs one hundred and eighty yuan per cup.”
“What? That expensive?!”
Tang Yue blurted out in surprise.
*Damn!*
Tang Youyou was now one hundred percent certain.
Tang Yue had been reborn.
Of course, the thing she feared most had come true.
With memories from her previous life, wouldn’t it be ridiculously easy for Tang Yue to change the future?
Normally, Tang Youyou wouldn’t have cared.
After all, everyone looked out for themselves.
But did Tang Yue really have to drag *her* into it?
From the looks of things, Tang Yue had already made up her mind to marry Zhao Yunzhou.
If Tang Youyou wanted things to unfold the same way as in her previous life, then the marriage swap couldn’t happen.
But Tang Yue wasn’t someone who would just sit around and accept things.
She definitely had another plan.
For all Tang Youyou knew, she might have already convinced Cai Jinhe and Tang Zhen.
Unless the First and Second branches of the Tang family completely tore apart their relationship, this would be difficult to handle.
And most importantly—
She really, really, **really** didn’t want to go to the countryside!
**Directly rejected.**
The second option was…
She wouldn’t go to the countryside.
And she wouldn’t marry Qin Yuchen either.
Instead, she needed to find someone—within the shortest possible time—who had an even better family background than the Qin family and would still be willing to help the Tang family without hesitation.
But who could that person be?
## First People’s Hospital — Ward 203
Huo Mingxuan strode forward and pushed open the door to Room 203.
Before he even stepped inside, he heard his grandmother’s energetic and anxious voice.
“Still no news?”
His cousin, Lu Tingnan, shook her head.
“No. Grandma, don’t worry. Have an apple.”
“Aiya!”
Old Madam Huo, Yang Minghui, pushed the apple away in frustration.
“If only I’d asked that young lady for her name earlier!”
“My fault.”
Lu Tingnan good-naturedly went along with her.
“I was too worried at the time and forgot to ask her name.”
Yang Minghui knew she was being too anxious. Her expression softened, and she sighed.
“Sigh… I’m not blaming you.
“But did you see her? Wasn’t that young lady beautiful? Her voice was lovely too.
“She was beautiful, kindhearted, and skilled in medicine. Do you think she might like Mingxuan?”
Huo Mingxuan was already twenty-six and still didn’t have a partner.
Ever since he turned twenty, Yang Minghui had been trying to get him to date and marry.
Unfortunately, Huo Mingxuan was always busy and spent almost all his time in the military.
Other soldiers received a month of leave each year.
But Huo Mingxuan had been in the army for nearly eight years, and all his leave combined didn’t even add up to two months.
Now that he’d finally come home, how could Yang Minghui not be anxious?
Lu Tingnan couldn’t help laughing.
“Grandma, what if that young lady already has someone?”
“I don’t care.”
Yang Minghui pursed her lips stubbornly.
“We have to find out first. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll invite every unmarried young woman in the city—”
“Grandma!”
Terrified that his grandmother was about to start talking about matchmaking again, Huo Mingxuan pushed the door open and walked inside.
He quickly approached Yang Minghui and carefully looked her over.
“I heard you fainted. Are you all right?”
“She’s fine,” Lu Tingnan answered.
Yang Minghui, however, turned her head away and huffed.
“How thoughtful of you to still remember this old woman. You haven’t even come home these past few days. I thought you’d forgotten about me.”
“Grandma!”
Huo Mingxuan immediately felt helpless and looked toward Lu Tingnan as if begging for help.
Lu Tingnan patted Yang Minghui’s hand.
“Grandma, you know Mingxuan came back because he has important matters to deal with.
“Besides…”
She smiled at Huo Mingxuan as if she had remembered something and nearly burst out laughing.
Huo Mingxuan felt even more helpless.
Who could have imagined what it would feel like to return home carrying a heavy heart, push open the doors of the Huo residence, and find—not the comfort of family—but a house full of young women waiting for him?
He hadn’t even made it properly inside before several bold young women who had come to meet him for matchmaking dragged him in and began questioning him from every angle.
Those terrifyingly eager eyes looked as though they wanted to strip him down to his underwear and inspect every last detail.
He’d been so frightened that he escaped overnight.
After that, he hadn’t stepped through the Huo family’s front door again.
“All right, let’s stop talking about that.”
Yang Minghui also knew she’d gone overboard last time.
Who would have thought that she’d only casually mentioned something to an old friend, and somehow they ended up inviting every eligible young woman in their family?
She’d been shocked too, all right?
Seeing the resentful look in Huo Mingxuan’s eyes, she quickly changed the subject.
“Last time was my fault. I won’t do it again. Let’s talk about something important.
“Today, I nearly had a stroke, but a very beautiful young woman saved me. Go find her and thank her properly in person.”
That was something Huo Mingxuan couldn’t refuse.
“All right. I’ll go. What does she look like?”
“What does she look like? Of course she’s beautiful!”
Yang Minghui immediately continued,
“Mingxuan, when you find her, make sure to thank her properly. And while you’re at it, ask whether she has a partner, how old she is, and what her family does—”
There it was again.
Three sentences, and somehow the topic had returned to matchmaking.
Huo Mingxuan had every reason to suspect that this mysterious girl who had supposedly saved his grandmother didn’t even exist.
The entire story was probably just another scheme to get him to go on a blind date.
“Oh, right!”
Yang Minghui suddenly slapped her hand against the bed.
“Didn’t you injure the nerves in your arm? That young lady was amazing. With just a few silver needles—this and that—I was completely fine.
“Maybe she can treat you too. You have to take this seriously.”
That settled it.
Huo Mingxuan was now even more convinced that his grandmother had made the whole thing up just to trick him into matchmaking.
His arm…
Huo Mingxuan used his left hand to gently grip his right wrist.
His gaze darkened.
So many highly skilled doctors had already told him it couldn’t be cured.
What could a young woman in her early twenties possibly do about it?