I Rely on My Versatility to Reach the Top of the Entertainment Industry [Ancient Times to Modern] - Chapter 57

After being admitted through the adult college entrance examination, students don’t need to stay on campus like regular university students. They only need to attend weekend classes occasionally, take exams, and earn credits.

Therefore, although Jing Yi now held the status of a university student, he remained free to study at home through self-learning and online courses.

“Honey, why are you still taking online classes?” At 8 PM, Lu Yuzhi returned home after finishing work at the company, wearing a pitiful expression. “You didn’t even greet me when I came back.”

Hearing Lu Yuzhi’s voice, Jing Yi removed one earphone and blinked. “You’ve worked hard. The professor was just explaining a crucial point.”

Lu Yuzhi glanced at the online course screen, silently calculating how to make the teaching professor change the class schedule. If that didn’t work, he could hire several professors – some for daytime school classes and others specifically for evening online courses.

“Then I’ll go take a shower first.” Lu Yuzhi picked up his clothes and entered the bathroom.

Jing Yi continued listening to the lecture, occasionally bending over to take notes and unmuting to answer questions.

By the time Lu Yuzhi finished showering at 8:30, the ninety-minute class had just ended. Seeing Jing Yi close the live stream and start doing homework, Lu Yuzhi sighed.

“Why the sigh?” Jing Yi asked without looking up, though his tone carried concern.

Lu Yuzhi simply pulled up a chair and sat beside Jing Yi. “I’m worried you’re tired.”

“You know I don’t get tired.” Jing Yi smiled. “I have internal energy to regulate my breathing.”

Lu Yuzhi pressed his lips together.

That was indeed true – he had personally experienced what it meant to never get tired. There were times when he’d be busy half the night and sleep until 9 AM the next day, only to find breakfast already prepared and Jing Yi lifting weights in the gym.

That scene once made Lu Yuzhi feel like he was the one who had been thoroughly consumed over and over again.

Jing Yi solved problems quickly, finishing soon after and emailing them to the professor before gathering clothes for his shower.

Lu Yuzhi was already in bed, looking at his phone.

“Your album sales ranked first.” Lu Yuzhi showed Jing Yi the report he received today. “Still only keeping 50,000 yuan?”

“Mm.” Jing Yi responded. “I saw that Chuancheng had another earthquake – this money will come in handy.”

Lu Yuzhi pulled the young man beside him into his arms, mumbling against his lips: “Give me a kiss, honey.”

Jing Yi slightly furrowed his brows and pushed Lu Yuzhi away. “Not today.”

Lu Yuzhi: “QaQ honey, don’t you love me anymore?”

Jing Yi: “It’s precisely because I love you that we can’t. I checked your pulse this morning – you have some kidney deficiency.”

Amber-colored surprise flashed in Lu Yuzhi’s eyes: “Huh?”

How could he have kidney deficiency?

Seeing Lu Yuzhi’s astonished expression, Jing Yi whispered: “Doing it so many times every day, how could you not develop kidney deficiency?”

As he spoke, his face began to flush red. Pushing Lu Yuzhi away to sit separately, he said, “Starting today, you must recite the Heart Sutra with me. Get up quickly for meditation.”

Looking at his husband’s temptingly flushed face, Lu Yuzhi wrestled with his thoughts for a long while before finally resigning himself to meditating.

Jing Yi smiled: “Good. Tomorrow we’ll add several bowls of kidney-tonifying herbal soup for regulation. Combined with the Heart Sutra for calming your mind, you’ll definitely recover.”

What could Lu Yuzhi say?

He could only listen to his husband, reciting each line after him.

As Jing Yi continued chanting, he noticed Lu Yuzhi’s voice growing gradually softer and opened his eyes.

Sure enough, Lu Yuzhi had fallen asleep.

Jing Yi laid Lu Yuzhi flat, gently adjusted the position of his feet, and then lay down beside him.

Soon after, Lu Yuzhi’s arm wrapped around his waist.

It seemed this had become a habit—Lu Yuzhi would unconsciously hold him in his sleep, and every morning, the first thing he did upon waking was search the entire house for him.

Jing Yi smiled and closed his eyes.

Just as he drifted off, Lu Yuzhi’s panicked voice sounded beside his ear: “Wife!”

Jing Yi turned his head to look.

Lu Yuzhi’s amber eyes were filled with alarm: “Wife, I finally found you. I thought you had disappeared.”

“Why would I disappear?”

Jing Yi held Lu Yuzhi’s hand and looked around in confusion. Passersby were dressed in ancient clothing, and some even walked right through them.

“You might. You said you inexplicably crossed over into my world.” Lu Yuzhi lowered his gaze, his expression sorrowful. “Maybe one day, you’ll suddenly return.”

“I’m afraid.”

Jing Yi was taken aback.

At first, he had thought Lu Yuzhi’s constant calls and messages were just part of married life. It hadn’t occurred to him that Lu Yuzhi was worried he might suddenly travel back.

“Don’t be afraid.” Jing Yi kissed Lu Yuzhi’s forehead. “I won’t disappear. Remember when I told you I dreamed of my family and the original Jing Yi?”

“I remember.” Lu Yuzhi frowned slightly, glancing around before looking back at Jing Yi. “So… I’m not dreaming of searching for you?”

Jing Yi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “Oh, so you’re always looking for me in your dreams, which is why you act like a lost child?”

Lu Yuzhi pressed his thin lips together, a trace of embarrassment flashing across his face.

In dreams, people often behaved differently than usual—it was only natural.

“Ahem, so we’re in your world now?” He deepened his voice, trying to salvage his dignity. “Then take me to see your parents and your brother and sister-in-law.”

Jing Yi nodded.

He remembered the sensation from before.

Guided by his thoughts, Jing Yi drifted with Lu Yuzhi toward their destination, arriving shortly at the Sword Casting Manor.

Red lanterns hung outside the manor, radiating a festive atmosphere.

Moving further inside, the main hall was filled with guests. The sound of music and celebration filled the air.

“Incense smoke drifts, candles blaze brightly; the bride and groom ascend the wedding hall together.”

Someone was chanting. Jing Yi drifted toward the voice.

Lu Yuzhi was astonished: “This… wife, who is he?”

The slightly shorter man in red wedding robes bore an identical face to Jing Yi’s, but his beaming expression made him appear exceptionally lively.

As Jing Yi drew closer, he recognized the couple seated in the hall as his earthly parents.

“First bow to heaven…”

“Wait!” A youthful, energetic voice rang out.

Jing Yi realized the long-haired version of himself had locked eyes with him.

The smiling, identical man walked over to his mother and said cheerfully, “Mother, they’re here!”

Jing Yi’s lips parted slightly.

Lu Yuzhi was equally stunned.

The Jing Yi who had crossed into this world not only hadn’t died but seemed able to see both of them?

The ceremonial official beside them remained silent, and the guests in the hall grew quiet, exchanging glances but saying nothing more.

In the stillness, Jing Yi saw tears welling in his parents’ eyes: “Xiao Yi, Mother missed you so much. But from Little Jing, I learned you’re doing well, and that puts my heart at ease.”

The chattering woman changed her tune again: “Yuzhi, our Xiao Yi suffered greatly in the temple as a child. You must treat him well.”

Lu Yuzhi glanced at his wife beside him, then looked earnestly at his wife’s true parents seated in the place of honor, and replied solemnly: “Father, Mother, I will.”

“He said he will, and he called us Father and Mother.”

The long-haired Jing Yi pursed his lips into a smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

Then, he walked over to another man wearing wedding robes, grabbed the man’s hand, and raised his delicate face to say to Jing Yi: “You found someone to spend your life with in my world, and I found mine too.”

Jing Yi looked at that person.

His dashing eyebrows extended toward his temples, with a vibrant red floral decoration between them. His uplifted phoenix eyes smiled, yet held deep affection.

Jing Yi smiled faintly, “You will definitely be happy.”

“Of course.” The long-haired Jing Yi said proudly, “No cross, no crown? When I was hanging by a thread, it was he who saved me. Although he’s the demon cult leader who thought I was you, a monk from the temple… Haha.”

“By the way, the abbot said this is the worldly fate we both should have. We won’t switch back anymore.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

Jing Yi thanked the long-haired Jing Yi, then drifted to the center and knelt before the elderly couple.

Lu Yuzhi hurriedly joined him.

After three kowtows, when they rose, the scene before them suddenly changed.

It was still that bed, and that room.

A dream?

“That’s wonderful.” Lu Yuzhi suddenly spoke, “You won’t switch back anymore.”

Jing Yi looked at the person beside him and smiled: “Mm.”

Each finding their own happiness – nothing could be better.