After I Died, My Childhood Friend Became Daddy

. A truck came barreling toward him, its headlights blindingly bright. Fang Ran instinctively covered his eyes, thinking he was about to be flattened into a zip file. But the next second, he transmigrated ten years into the future. Completely bewildered, Fang Ran called his childhood friend from the police station. Ten years had passed, yet Huo Yan hadn’t even changed his phone number. After hearing Fang Ran’s voice, the other end of the line fell silent for a long while. Then, all he said in a hoarse voice was, “Wait for me.” And just like that, Huo Yan took Fang Ran home. The childhood friend who used to scrape by with him had transformed into a business tycoon, the sort everyone addressed as “Mr. Huo.” Fang Ran lived in Huo Yan’s villa. At least five chefs took turns preparing his meals every day, a designer came to make custom clothes for him, and the entire top floor had been opened up to create a dedicated game room. Fang Ran was living the dream. He could be a total couch potato, lounging in the super-luxurious swimming pool his childhood friend had built. That was, until he accidentally wandered into the villa’s storage room. It had been arranged like a mourning hall. His photos covered the walls, candles flickered, and a copper bowl on the altar held a bowl of clear water with a faint trace of red floating on its surface. The ten years Fang Ran had skipped past in the blink of an eye were a miracle Huo Yan had prayed for day and night, begging the gods and buddhas to grant it. . Recently, whenever Mr. Huo came to the office, a young man followed close behind him. Some employees guessed he might be a younger relative of Mr. Huo’s. But the young man was far too bold. More than one executive had seen him sprawled in Mr. Huo’s office chair, playing games without a care in the world, while Mr. Huo had to sit on the sofa opposite and read documents. Some employees had even heard the young man order Mr. Huo around, telling him to tie his shoelaces or help him put on his coat. Later, rumors broke online that Mr. Huo had gotten married abroad. In the blurry photos, the employees immediately recognized the young man being held around the waist and kissed by Mr. Huo. *Extra Scene 1* What’s it like when your childhood friend suddenly gets ten years older? Just the day before, you were sneaking out of class together to play games. Then, in the blink of an eye, the man stood before you in a perfectly tailored suit, his shirt buttoned all the way to the top. The diamond cuff links flashing at his wrists were dazzling enough to hurt your eyes. He was much taller than Fang Ran. Standing before him, he looked down at Fang Ran with a hint of condescension. “Why did you sneak out to have fun without telling me?” “Who gave you permission to turn off your phone’s location?” “Ranran, are you going to be naughty?” *Extra Scene 2* What’s it like to end up in bed with your childhood friend? Fang Ran had no idea what Huo Yan had been eating over those ten years, but he’d grown tall and broad. Holding Fang Ran was like holding a giant plush toy. He could easily grab Fang Ran by the ankle and drag him back whenever Fang Ran struggled to crawl away. Fang Ran’s attempt to escape provoked Huo Yan. The man’s gaze darkened as he pulled Fang Ran tighter into his arms, his voice slightly hoarse. “I want to lock my baby away.” . Shamelessly pretending-to-be-decent but secretly unhinged gong x sunny, slightly-straight-laced shou (The gong is genuinely crazy.) No supernatural or fantasy elements, just transmigration. The mourning hall is only an emotional tribute, with no fantastical elements. Recommending a good friend’s novel~ 《Brother Steals His Younger Brother’s Wife》 by Rong Que Yu Shuzhen x Nie Chuntang Shuzhen’s father died in battle. His father had served under Uncle Nie, and Shuzhen was raised in Uncle Nie’s home. The two families had an engagement agreement, and the Nie family had two sons. Nie Xiangwen was the same age as Shuzhen. They met and became close when they were three. Shuzhen kept him company as he studied and went abroad with him. Uncle Nie said that once they returned from their studies, they would marry, making Shuzhen Xiangwen’s wife and fulfilling the promise Shuzhen’s father had entrusted to him. Hearing this, Shuzhen’s ears turned red. Xiangwen took his hand and leaned close to whisper, “Little Shu, are you blushing again?” But a year after the two went abroad, Uncle Nie died unexpectedly. After returning to China, Nie Xiangwen met an untimely death. Shuzhen was Xiangwen’s surviving fiancé, the wife he had never married. On the day of the funeral, Shuzhen clutched a photograph of Xiangwen, eyes red. As the Nie family berated him as a bringer of bad luck, the eldest brother, Nie Chuntang, stroked his hair. “Don’t be afraid. Big Brother is here.” Nie Chuntang was ten years older than Shuzhen. He had held Shuzhen when he was little, and they had grown up under the same roof. As the heir to the head of the family, Nie Chuntang became the Nie family patriarch after Uncle Nie’s death, with absolute authority. Nie Chuntang said, “Shuzhen, Father’s dying wish was for you to marry into the family. Xiangwen also hoped you’d become one of the Nie family before he died. Your engagement was arranged long ago, so I can only ask you to bear this and enter into a sham marriage with me, to put their spirits at ease.” Shuzhen’s lashes trembled slightly. After his fiancé’s death, he married the eldest brother instead. Shuzhen’s friend asked whether Big Brother treated him well. Shuzhen said he treated him wonderfully. Nie Chuntang had often held him when he was a little boy and even soothed him to sleep. They hadn’t spent much time together as adults, but Big Brother was a gentle, gentlemanly elder who strictly observed tradition. He hadn’t treated Shuzhen badly after the wedding, either. They were only pretending to be married. Of course, Shuzhen was the only one who thought so. After the wedding, Nie Chuntang often sat alone in the ancestral hall. The servants said the brothers had been close, and that the eldest young master Nie must miss his younger brother. Nie Chuntang sat in a wooden chair in the ancestral hall, savoring white tea. Incense smoke mingled with the steam rising from his cup. The man curled his lips into a smile. “Little brother, if you can hear me from beyond the grave, then bless Shuzhen with a pregnancy soon. Otherwise, he’ll never stop thinking about you.” “Consider it repayment for making sure you had a quick death.” Nie Chuntang had raised Shuzhen from childhood and watched with his own eyes as Shuzhen and Xiangwen devoted themselves to each other. They had fallen in love amid the bustling crowds, while Nie Chuntang could only watch helplessly as the family elder. But now, everything was well. Shuzhen had become his wife. A year later, Nie Xiangwen miraculously survived and finally returned to the home he had yearned for. But all he saw was Shuzhen with a swollen belly, and his elder brother wearing a stormy expression. - An older man ten years his senior steals his younger brother’s wife. An innocent kitten, a blank slate inside and out x a fake gentleman who’s rotten to the core Theme: Love can transcend time