Brain storage~
No need to retrieve it, the brain has already been eaten by zombies~
“Name. ¤¸¸.•´¯•¸¸.•..>> ➅９ᔕ𝓗𝕌Ｘ.Ć𝓸𝓶 <<..•.¸¸•´¯•.¸¸¤”
“Fu Chuan.”
“Age.”
“Seventeen…”
Looking at the police officer taking the statement, Fu Chuan realized he had been reborn on the day he was seventeen.
He had been sent to the police station by his eldest sister, who was bound to him by blood!
The cause was an argument between Fu Chuan and the fake younger brother, Fu Zichen!
Fu Chuan was the real young master of the Fu family, lost as a child and only found two years ago on New Year’s Day.
Fu Zichen was the “replacement” adopted by the Fu family after Fu Chuan went missing, but in the eyes of the seven sisters, he was more important than their own lives!
In his previous life, Fu Chuan and the fake brother Fu Zichen had a car accident. Both were type B blood, and the hospital’s blood supply was insufficient.
The sisters immediately gave all remaining blood to Fu Zichen.
They donated blood and fussed over him.
The reason? Fu Zichen had a terminal illness and needed care and saving more than Fu Chuan!
Fu Chuan, being a healthy person, could have held out a bit longer—no problem at all!
So, as the real brother, Fu Chuan was left aside, neglected.
By the time type B blood arrived, Fu Chuan had already passed away in the ICU.
“According to the report, you attempted to commit violence against Fu Zichen. Is that true?”
“No…”
Because Fu Chuan admitted his mistake and the matter was minor, the police, who normally wouldn’t intervene if it weren’t for the Fu family, let him go and escorted him home by patrol car.
The moment Fu Chuan entered the house, Fu Linger crossed her arms, towering over him: “Do you know you were wrong?”
“Eldest sister, please calm down. This was all Zichen’s fault. He accidentally broke my things… cough cough cough!”
Sixteen-year-old Fu Zichen looked helpless, his fair skin and feminine features, weak voice, eyes red with tears glistening, holding a broken photo frame that inspired pity.
Seeing Fu Zichen so wronged, Fu Linger’s heart ached. She quickly said, “Zichen, this isn’t your fault. Fu Chuan, as your older brother, you’re just mad about a broken frame? You know he’s weak…”
“Sorry.”
Fu Chuan suddenly apologized.
“I shouldn’t have gotten angry with Zichen over this.”
“This frame was meaningless anyway.”
“Sorry, eldest sister, sorry, Zichen.”
Fu Chuan’s voice was calm, completely different from the earlier stubborn tone.
Fu Linger nodded with satisfaction. After the police had given him a proper lesson, he was clearly afraid: “It’s good you know your mistake. Go reflect in your room! That painting, Spring Love in Landscapes, will be compensation to Zichen.”
Spring Love in Landscapes?
Fu Chuan glanced at Fu Zichen thoughtfully.
In the last life, Fu Chuan admitted his guilt at the police station, returned home to Fu Linger’s mockery, and Fu Zichen didn’t even want the painting. Whatever the Fu family gave to Fu Chuan was cheap compared to what Fu Zichen had! Of course, he didn’t care.
Coincidentally, after the original artist passed away, the painting’s market value skyrocketed. What the Fu family had casually given Fu Chuan became highly valuable…
Fu Zichen, noticing Fu Chuan’s gaze, lowered his head to hide a greedy gleam in his eyes.
“If Zichen wants it, give it to him.”
Fu Chuan would never want anything from the Fu family in this life.
“Also…”
Fu Linger pressed her lips: “About your engagement with Qin Jian, Zichen has agreed to take it on for you. You are free.”
Engagement?
Now Fu Chuan was certain.
Qin Jian was the daughter of the Qin family, pampered since childhood. Three years ago, the Qin Group ran into stagnation, far behind the Fu Group.
The Qin and Fu families had been close since the grandparent generation and arranged a childhood engagement. With Fu Chuan missing, the engagement was put on the adopted brother Fu Zichen. Zichen had no interest in the declining Qin Group. After Fu Chuan was found, the engagement would be returned to him.
At this point in the timeline, the Qin family hadn’t been informed. Fu Zichen’s terminal illness was discovered when he was thirteen. The Qin family was embarrassed; canceling the engagement would offend the Fu family and further harm the Qin Group.
Fu Chuan had no feelings for Qin Jian, even disliked her. Qin Jian was high-maintenance; only Fu Chuan endured her to please his family. The Qin family happily agreed, preferring him to the sickly Fu Zichen.
Fu Zichen had tried to reclaim the engagement because the Qin Group later revitalized—outperforming the Fu Group. What they didn’t know was that Fu Chuan contributed to it…
Even if Fu Zichen were reborn, simply taking back the engagement was useless! Timing was key—without Fu Chuan’s works, even with Fu Group support, the glory of the last life wouldn’t repeat!
Fu Chuan outwardly hid his thoughts: “Thanks, Zichen. I’ll go upstairs now.”
Fu Zichen froze, tears falling like broken pearls: “What should I do, eldest sister? Fu Chuan must be angry…”
“If Fu Chuan misbehaves again, I’ll send him back to the police! Zichen, you agreed to marry someone you don’t love for Fu Chuan’s sake. He still dares not to appreciate it? Don’t worry about the broken frame…”
Fu Linger took the broken frame from Zichen. Seeing the photo, her eyes changed.
It was the family photo taken when Fu Chuan had just been found, with everyone smiling.
Fu Chuan and Fu Zichen held hands in the center, radiant and happy.
But as the elder brother, Fu Chuan had no sense of responsibility.
Fu Zichen, terminally ill, couldn’t withstand his anger. What if he was frightened to death?
Fu Linger began regretting bringing Fu Chuan back.
Even with blood ties, Fu Chuan didn’t grow up with the family and might have ulterior motives for the inheritance! He needed watching.
In contrast, Fu Zichen, diagnosed terminal with less than thirty years to live, was pitiful and precious.
Fu Linger didn’t notice the slight smile of satisfaction on Fu Zichen’s lips.
In the last life, even with timely blood donations, Fu Zichen still died a few days after Fu Chuan.
This time, reborn, Fu Zichen would take back what was rightfully his. Gifts that Fu Chuan overlooked became valuable; women he ignored became wealthy matches!
Fu Chuan returned to his room, lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, carefully reviewing events.
He was now a senior in high school; college entrance exams were a year away.
He no longer wished to please the Fu family. Since they didn’t consider him family, he didn’t need them. Last life, he lived like a dog—foolish and stupid. This time, he would live for himself, for his future!
“After I get into university, I’ll cut ties with the Fu family… leave them entirely.”
Fu Chuan made a silent resolution.
One year. Not long, not short.
He could slack off while living with the Fu family.
Once he got into his desired university and major, and saved enough money, he could support himself with scholarships and part-time jobs.
As for the also-reborn Fu Zichen, he had to keep an eye on him!
Unconsciously, Fu Chuan fell asleep.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The door was being furiously knocked.
Fu Chuan woke up, opened the door, and saw second sister Fu Xinling fuming.
“Fu Chuan! How dare you scold Zichen!”
Fu Chuan almost laughed.
Brother…
Yes, Fu Zichen was the brother.
A brother with no blood relation.
Living in the Fu family, he was more of a real young master than Fu Chuan.
Despite blood ties with Fu Linger and the others, Fu Chuan felt out of place.
They called him by name, but Zichen was “little brother Zichen.”
Blood ties were no match for years of shared experiences.
Don’t ask—Zichen had a terminal illness, weak body, needed tolerance.
Then… bringing Fu Chuan back, for what?
Ridiculous.