Zheng Yang followed Manager Wang out the door, still hoping for a chance to escape, but the high heels made her almost sprain her ankle several times.
Just keeping her balance took a great deal of effort, let alone trying to run.
Furthermore, it was less than 2 minutes from the rental room to the lobby of the Golden Era, giving her even less of an opportunity.
For the time being, escape seemed impossible.
She would have to take things as they came.
It was nothing more than sucking up to customers, drinking a little, and singing a few songs.
As a corporate drone who had worked for nearly 20 years, Zheng Yang believed she was already more than proficient in the essential skills of flattering bosses and wealthy people.
This was the source of the confidence that kept her from going hysterical after discovering she had become a girl.
However, she still didn’t quite understand the situation a hostess faced…
Inside the “big shot’s” private room Manager Wang had mentioned, Zheng Yang imitated the other hostesses, forcing a smile onto her face and offering flattering words while toasting the guests with glass after glass of low-alcohol beer.
This was still manageable, but when the big shot pulled her close and his hand began to wander toward the sensitive parts of her body, she felt a wave of physical nausea.
Zheng Yang closed her eyes and took a deep breath, telling herself over and over in her mind: ‘This isn’t my body, it’s someone else’s. I’m just helping this girl experience a few hours of this… I need to get through this quickly so I can go home and find the truth…’
And so, Zheng Yang endured it.
After 2 hours, she was finally off the clock and had some time to herself.
In her haste to get home, she realized her outfit was far too provocative—especially that micro-mini skirt that barely covered her backside.
She hesitated, wondering if she should go back to the rental room to change first.
‘Forget it. It’s not my body anyway, and the truth is more important…’
Her mind made up, Zheng Yang hailed a taxi and returned to her old residential compound.
But as she rode the elevator toward the eighteenth floor, she began to regret it again.
Even if she confessed to her wife that she was Zheng Yang, and even if her wife accepted it, this outfit… the micro-mini skirt and the tiny camisole were truly an eyesore to any ordinary person.
Fortunately, she still had some confidence.
She knew every detail of their home and everything about her wife and son.
Using these as evidence, her wife would surely believe she was her husband.
The eighteenth floor arrived.
Zheng Yang looked at the familiar front door, which still had the same upside-down “Fu” character sticker that hadn’t been changed in years.
It felt incredibly dear to her.
But she raised her hand several times without pressing the doorbell.
She was afraid.
But what was she afraid of?
It wasn’t like she wanted to become like this; it wasn’t her fault.
So… was she afraid her wife would no longer love her in this female body?
Afraid she would no longer be able to fulfill a man’s responsibilities and strength for this family?
Whatever the case, she had to check the situation first…
*Ding-dong!*
The one who opened the door was her wife, Bai Jie, with her slightly plump face.
To be honest, Zheng Yang hadn’t thought this face was cute for a long time, but now, seeing Bai Jie made her so emotional she wanted to cry.
Bai Jie frowned as she looked the disreputable girl up and down.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Baby~”
This was the nickname Zheng Yang had used for Bai Jie since they started dating.
Even after all these years, even when they were fighting or when he was annoyed with her, he still called her that.
To Zheng Yang, this name represented his responsibility as a man.
However, the expression on Bai Jie’s face was one of clear disgust.
“Who are you calling baby? You’re just a kid. You must have the wrong place.”
“No, no! Bai Jie, I’m looking for you!”
A flash of suspicion crossed Bai Jie’s eyes.
“Are you looking for me… or are you looking for Zheng Yang?”
After more than a decade of unspoken understanding, Zheng Yang immediately read the look in her wife’s eyes.
She suspected that the girl standing there was her husband’s mistress.
Just as she was about to explain, Bai Jie turned and shouted into the house, “Zheng Yang, someone’s here for you!”
What?!
Zheng Yang was at home?
Which Zheng Yang?
Zheng Yang was clearly standing at the door in a female body…
Oh, she understood.
It was a soul swap.
It had to be!
It wasn’t a physical transformation, a parallel world, or a curse; Zheng Yang and this girl named Zheng Yangyang had swapped souls.
Zheng Yang actually felt a sense of relief.
In her logical way of handling things, as long as the situation was clear, a solution would follow.
What she feared most was a muddled mess where she didn’t even know where to start.
A familiar male voice came from inside the house.
“Who’s looking for me?”
Bai Jie said irritably, “You’ll know once you come over here!”
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the man, “Zheng Yang,” appeared in front of the female Zheng Yang.
Zheng Yang couldn’t hide her excitement and said to the male “Zheng Yang,” “Zheng Yangyang, I’m here!
Look, your body!”
She gestured to her own body as she spoke.
However, this action and those words caused Bai Jie’s face to turn bright red.
‘What is this delinquent girl saying? She’s saying her own body belongs to my husband? And right in front of me? Is she declaring war on me, the legal wife? Fine, Zheng Yang, you’re really something! I had no idea you were hiding a hottie like this as a mistress! And calling her “Zheng Yangyang”… how affectionate! Disgusting! I knew you weren’t up to any good going out to drink every day!’
The male “Zheng Yang” had already felt his wife’s eyes filled with the flames of war.
The look of an old man scrutinizing a young girl’s figure just a moment ago had also turned into hostility.
He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.
“Wait, who the hell are you? Are you sick in the head? You just show up and start throwing dirt on me, trying to drive a wedge between me and my wife?”
Zheng Yang blinked.
“Zheng Yangyang, you didn’t lose your memory, did you?”
She hurriedly pointed at the male “Zheng Yang” and turned to Bai Jie.
“Baby, I’m the real Zheng Yang! I swapped souls with this girl! The one in your husband’s body right now is a girl named Zheng Yangyang!”
The atmosphere suddenly went still for a few seconds.
It seemed no one could have expected this girl to say something so ridiculous.
The male “Zheng Yang” spoke up.
“Is this some kind of new scam?”
Bai Jie narrowed her eyes.
“I think the two of you are in this together to fool me. Zheng Yang, is this what you’ve been doing when you go out drinking every day? Finding a mistress to cuckold me?”
The male “Zheng Yang” said anxiously, “You’re really going to wrong me like this? Setting everything else aside, what charm does a 38-year-old man like me have to make a young girl like him? Do I have money or power? Besides, I’ve been freaking impotent for 3 or 4 years now. What use is a mistress to me? Huh?”
Bai Jie snorted.
“Who knows if you’re soulmates or something?”
The male “Zheng Yang” felt greatly insulted.
He pointed at Zheng Yang but shouted at Bai Jie, “You don’t know me? I like Hanfu and athletic wear, not these micro-minis! You’re actually saying this shallow, vulgar thing is my soulmate?!”
Realizing that arguing at the door was shameful, he angrily shouted at Zheng Yang, “Get lost! If you come back here, I’m calling the police!”
He then slammed the door shut with a loud *thud* and began arguing with Bai Jie inside.
Compared to the argument inside, what shocked Zheng Yang more was that this male “Zheng Yang”—the fake one—every action, every word, every little habit and detail of his, was a perfect replica of her original self.
Even the impotence, the lack of fear in admitting it to others, and the preference for Hanfu and athletic wear… were exactly the same.
It didn’t feel like a soul swap.
It felt more like Zheng Yang was still that man, Zheng Yang, and hadn’t changed at all, while she, in this current female body, was a completely redundant byproduct…
Even if Zheng Yangyang had lost her memory after the swap, it wouldn’t explain…
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit Zheng Yang.
She understood!
‘Zheng Yangyang must have read all my memories as a man after the swap! She doesn’t want to be a hostess anymore, so she’s heartlessly using my memories to occupy my male body. That Zheng Yangyang, she wants to live my life!’
That bitch! That selfish bitch!
Once Zheng Yang realized this, she was consumed by rage and pounded on the door.
The male “Zheng Yang” opened the door, cursing.
Before he could even yell at her, Zheng Yang lunged at him, grabbing him by the throat and screaming, “You bitch! Who are you! You want to steal my male body for yourself, don’t you? Give me back my body! Tell Bai Jie who you really are! You indecent, filthy, selfish woman!”
To her surprise, the male “Zheng Yang” laughed.
He turned and threw his hands up toward Bai Jie.
Bai Jie also seemed to have a sudden realization.
She stepped forward.
“Honey, I get it now. She’s just a complete lunatic.”
The male “Zheng Yang” shoved Zheng Yang away.
“Baby, I’m glad you understand.”
“So, honey, should we call the police?”
“Why call the police?”
The man sneered and delivered a direct kick to Zheng Yang’s stomach.
With a muffled groan, Zheng Yang tumbled 3 or 4 meters away.
“This is self-defense. Baby, now you see the importance of knowing the law, right?”
Bai Jie looked a little worried.
“You practiced martial arts for 2 years. Don’t kick her to death.”
The male “Zheng Yang” patted his wife’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that strong. Besides, these fallen girls have very tenacious vitality.”
He walked over to Zheng Yang’s side.
“Hey, I have surveillance cameras here, so don’t even think about extorting me. Get lost, and don’t come back looking for trouble, or I’ll beat you every time I see you! Don’t think you can just manipulate men because you have a little bit of looks!”
Zheng Yang curled up, instinctively clutching her stomach as tears flowed uncontrollably.
She wasn’t crying from the pain, but from a new, greater, deeper, and darker sense of despair.
If this fake Zheng Yang refused to give back her male body, what could she do?
Not only had he completely read her memories, but even his personality, his tone of voice, and even that contempt for women were exactly the same…
She was completely helpless.
Clutching her stomach, Zheng Yang slowly climbed up from the ground.
She looked back at the closed door—at the “Fu” character sticker, pasted upside down and faded with time.
Every time she had come home in the past, she would look at that sticker, think it was ugly, and want to replace it with a new one, but she had never done it because of her procrastination.
But now, she didn’t even have the right to procrastinate anymore, because everything inside that door no longer belonged to her.
She turned and limped toward the elevator.
The high heels made a *clack, clack* sound that echoed through the empty hallway.
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