The Boss is Reborn with his Little Fairy

Wen Ke’an felt a sensation of heat on her body, as if something very heavy was pressing on her chest.

“Meow~”

Subconsciously, Wen Ke’an opened her eyes and met a pair of round eyes staring back at her. The big orange cat was the one pressing against her chest.

Seeing her wake up, the big orange cat became very happy and leaned down to lick her face.

Wen Ke’an’s mind was a bit foggy. She was licked several times by the big orange cat before she could sit up and look around the cozy little room.

It was a warm and intimate room, filled with many little things related to her. The room faced south, and a few rays of sunlight filtered through the burglar-proof window, shining on some green succulents placed by the window.

This room was very familiar to her. It was her childhood home.

A fluffy paw appeared on her hand, and Wen Ke’an looked down to see the big orange cat rubbing against her hand.

About ten years ago, when she was sixteen, she had once raised an orange cat. The little cat had a good temperament, was very affectionate, and incredibly smart.

The orange cat had been with her for two years until one day, when they moved to a new place, the cat went missing and was never seen again.

Looking at the familiar orange cat by her side, Wen Ke’an hesitantly spoke, “Da Ju (Big Orange)?”

“Meow~” responded the orange cat beside her.

Wen Ke’an widened her eyes in disbelief, lifted the cat in her arms, and said, “Are you really Da Ju???”

The big orange cat looked a bit perplexed, not knowing what was going on with Wen Ke’an. It obediently allowed her to hold it, its body stiff and motionless.

Wen Ke’an got off the bed and walked over to her desk. The desk was neatly arranged, with many books on it. Her gaze fell on the calendar placed on the desk.

The calendar clearly showed March 2015.

2015? That was exactly when she was sixteen and had just started high school.

Could it be that she didn’t die? Did she travel back in time to ten years ago?

Thinking about this, Wen Ke’an felt a surge of excitement.

“Why are you cooking again? I told you not to move around too much because of your bad legs. Why can’t you just stay still?”

“Well, An-An said she wanted to eat something I cooked. While she’s still asleep, I thought I’d make her something. She’ll be delighted when she wakes up.”

From outside the room came the angry voice of a woman and the amused voice of a man trying to explain.

Wen Ke’an immediately opened her room door, and a gust of wind lifted her skirt as she stepped out. What greeted her was the aroma of the dishes she had longed for.

In the small kitchen were a married couple, both wearing aprons. One was cooking, and the other was chopping vegetables. The kitchen’s dim light added to the warmth of the scene, which looked particularly heartwarming to Wen Ke’an’s eyes.

Wen Ke’an hadn’t seen her parents for many years. In her previous life, her father fell ill 7 years ago, but he didn’t seek medical treatment on time, which led to the worsening of his condition and eventually resulted in his death. Her mother died not long after from the overwhelming grief over her father’s death.

That year, everyone left one by one, leaving her all alone.

“How come An An is awake?” Wen Qiangguo noticed Wen Ke’an standing at the door. He walked to the kitchen entrance and looked at Wen Ke’an with a smile.

“Dad,” Wen Ke’an’s voice choked.

Her father standing at the kitchen entrance looked just as she remembered him – slightly chubby with a loose cotton short-sleeved shirt, and a kind and gentle smile.

Seeing her father whom she hadn’t seen in a long time, tears uncontrollably streamed down Wen Ke’an’s cheeks.

Sensing that something was wrong with Wen Ke’an’s emotions, Wen Qiangguo immediately walked to her side and comforted her, “It’s alright, An An. We’re recovering, and we’ll gradually lose weight. My daughter is so beautiful, and she’s still as stunning as ever.”

As Wen Qiangguo approached, he limped with his right foot.

Memories from the past slowly resurfaced in Wen Ke’an’s mind. She recalled that when she was sixteen, she had a car accident with her father. Her father injured his leg in that accident, and she gained weight due to the steroids she had to take for medication.

This must have been the most difficult year for their family. Her father couldn’t work, and all the pressure fell on her mother’s shoulders alone. Because of her weight gain, not only was she teased by her classmates, but she also couldn’t continue dancing, so her mental state was on the verge of depression and she often locked herself up in her room all day.

To not worry Wen Qiangguo too much, Wen Ke’an wiped away her tears and maturely said, “I’m fine, Dad.”

On the other side, Liu Qing also put down the spatula and walked over to them, looking at Wen Ke’an with tender eyes and a smile. “An An, wash your hands, dinner is ready. Your dad made your favorite sweet and sour spare ribs.”

Despite her inner excitement, Wen Ke’an tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and there was a large mirror above the sink. After washing her hands, Wen Ke’an raised her head and stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror was wearing loose pink pajamas, with her long black hair left untamed, simply draped over her shoulders. Her chubby face made her once big and beautiful eyes look a bit smaller.

Back when she was sixteen, she thought her current life was incredibly dark, with no hope for the future. But now, looking back, she realized that even though life was challenging at the moment, it was much happier compared to the future days when she would be alone, her legs injured, and her husband imprisoned.

Thinking of Gu Ting, Wen Ke’an widened her eyes slightly and immediately rushed out of the bathroom to her room to find her phone.

Until now, she couldn’t fully believe that she had been reborn, but now she was convinced. The only thought in her mind at this moment was to find Gu Ting.

Wen Ke’an remembered Gu Ting’s phone number, but when she dialed it, the number was no longer in service, and no one answered her calls.

In their previous life, they rarely discussed their past because those memories weren’t happy ones for them. They focused on planning their future and supporting each other to live a better life.

Wen Ke’an only knew that Gu Ting used to be in the same city as her, but she didn’t know the specific address. Besides the phone number, she had no other means of contacting him. This meant that she couldn’t find Gu Ting right now.

Her mind was in chaos, and she tightly clutched her phone, trying hard to calm herself down.

Now that she had returned ten years back in time, everything had the potential to change as long as she wished for it. She was determined to find Gu Ting as soon as possible.

After Wen Qiangguo finished cooking, he came to the door of Wen Ke’an’s room.

Just now, Wen Ke’an came in a hurry and didn’t properly close the door, leaving a slight gap. At this moment, Wen Qiangguo could clearly see the distraught expression on Wen Ke’an’s face.

Wen Qiangguo’s initial intention to knock on the door paused for a moment as he observed his daughter’s expression, feeling puzzled.

Why did she look heartbroken right after waking up?

 

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