The Sickly Double Doesn't Want to Be Spoiled - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lu Cong never went to see Meng Yuan again.

It wasn’t until two weeks later, when Meng Yuan’s body had recovered enough to be allowed home for recuperation, that he was discharged. Even on that day, Lu Cong did not show his face.

Song Zhen and Qin Qing handled the entire process of picking him up and dropping him off.

Meng Yuan actually felt this was for the best.

After that ordeal, he was actually a bit afraid of Lu Cong. Seeing that Lu Cong hadn’t come, he felt a secret sense of relief.

The Meng family didn’t come either.

Having been hospitalized for two weeks, it was impossible for them to have received no news at all, yet from beginning to end, not a single person had come to see him in the name of the Meng family.

Meng Yuan didn’t know how to feel about it.

He wasn’t the “real” Meng Yuan; the Meng family were just ordinary strangers to him, so he naturally wouldn’t feel sad.

But what if it were the original owner of the body?

For no reason, Meng Yuan felt a wave of melancholy on behalf of the original owner. He had no memories and didn’t know what kind of relationship existed between the family members or what had happened.

However, during his days in the hospital, he had more or less overheard others gossiping; the internal affairs of the Meng family seemed to be a total mess.

Was it like what was shown on TV? In wealthy families, were there always hidden schemes and power struggles beneath a mask of harmony?

Meng Yuan didn’t know; this was a territory he had never set foot in.

…If it really was like that, surely it wouldn’t affect him, right?

Meng Yuan suddenly felt a bit nervous, unconsciously picking at his fingers.

It wouldn’t, right…

He just wanted to live a few days of good life, to properly enjoy his time before the end. Even if they wanted to fight, they would surely just be fighting over “end-of-life care.” Who would waste their schemes on a person like him who was about to die?

Using the shallow knowledge of “manor infighting” he had learned from TV dramas, he analyzed the situation. Feeling that the fire likely wouldn’t burn his way, he relaxed slightly.

Upon arriving home, Meng Yuan found that many more furnishings had been added to the house—more flowers, plants, and beautiful decorations, making the place feel more lived-in.

It was likely all Qin Qing’s handiwork.

There were also many more servants, busily working inside and out. Meng Yuan had never been waited on like this in his life and was temporarily unaccustomed to it.

“They are just responsible for daily cleaning,” Song Zhen explained, observing Meng Yuan’s expression. “The house is quite large, after all; trimming the lawn and organizing the rooms requires people. If you find it too noisy, I can rearrange things or”

“It’s fine, no need, no need,” Meng Yuan said quickly. “Just go with your arrangements. They don’t affect me; it’s all very good.”

Song Zhen smiled: “Alright then. I’ll take my leave first. If you have any needs, just contact me directly.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“I mean it,” Song Zhen emphasized. “Don’t have any reservations. Just tell me everything, and I will handle it all for you.”

This young master was simply too easy to deal with; in all these days, he hadn’t bothered Song Zhen once. Song Zhen hadn’t expected there would be a day where he felt uneasy about earning his salary so easily, so he couldn’t help but emphasize it again.

Meng Yuan found it a bit strange; he felt he already bothered Assistant Song enough.

He nodded gratefully: “I understand. Really, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome.”

After Song Zhen left, Meng Yuan began his recuperation at home.

His blood counts were still not great, and his immunity was low. The doctor recommended against frequent outings. During the idle days spent at home with nothing to do, Meng Yuan organized the plot details.

He carefully recalled the details of the novel. Although he hadn’t read it personally, his colleague had mentioned it more than once during lunch.

It seemed to be a very “dogblood” stand-in novel.

However, his particular stand-in character died before the “True Love” (White Moonlight) even returned, so there were none of those scenes where three people are trapped in a winter of unrequited love and throwing tantrums.

Meng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t an actor; if he were forced to perform such intense emotional scenes, he would surely blow his cover.

Fortunately, he only had to die on time.

What else?

He searched every corner of his mind.

He remembered even though he was a stand-in, Lu Cong pampered him excessively. Gold, silver, and jewels were piled like mountains; if he wanted the stars, he wouldn’t be given the moon instead. Planes and yachts were bought like he was collecting stamps.

To the point that later on, everyone thought they were “True Love.”

Meng Yuan clicked his tongue and shook his head.

It was all an act!

In private, Lu Cong never stayed at home. The stand-in hadn’t even seen him many times until death, and could only rely on the constantly rising bank account balance to remember him by.

Meng Yuan: “…”

Good heavens, what kind of wonderful days are these!

He even suspected he was mentally deranged.

But this was indeed the novel plot described by his colleague.

Meng Yuan verified it against his current situation. Indeed, after that night at the hospital, Lu Cong had never appeared again, and looking at the situation, he likely wouldn’t appear in the future either.

He opened his phone again as expected, there was so much more money in his account!

If he didn’t hurry up, he wouldn’t be able to finish spending it in this lifetime!

Meng Yuan pressed his hand against his thumping chest and made a major decision 

To make a big purchase.

He had been in this world for almost a month. His life was arranged perfectly from the inside out, and he hadn’t found a single opportunity to spend money on his own initiative.

So, what should he buy first?

Meng Yuan thought about the things Lu Cong gave the stand-in in the novel: gold, silver, jewelry, planes, yachts, property deeds…

The big items were a bit troublesome, so how about starting with some jewelry and trinkets?

No sooner said than done, Meng Yuan opened his phone.

People of a certain class associate with others of that same class; a rich person’s social circle is full of rich people. Very quickly, Meng Yuan locked onto a set of beautiful emerald jewelry.

He opened Taobao to search, only to find that not a single shopping app had a way to purchase it.

After agonizing for half an hour, he realized he was truly like the “Emperor choosing a golden shoulder pole” (ignorant of how the wealthy actually live).

He pulled up the chat window with Special Assistant Song, but this time his confidence was a bit lacking.

Buying things himself was one thing, but asking someone else to help was another. Meng Yuan felt a bit embarrassed.

Maybe I should forget it?

He started to lose his nerve.

Gemstones aren’t something one can wear out normally anyway, so why waste the money?

But isn’t money meant to be spent?

He was about to die!

He had come to this world only after dying and getting a second chance. His mission was to spend money!

If he didn’t spend it now, was it all going to be burned for him after he died?

It would be useless; the underworld uses spirit money.

At this thought, Meng Yuan’s courage surged, and his gaze became resolute.

…

Buzz buzz.

Lu Cong’s phone rang.

His hand flipping through documents paused. He ignored it and continued flipping.

Buzz buzz!

Lu Cong: “…”

He took a deep breath and finally picked up the phone.

[Meng Yuan: Image.jpg] [Meng Yuan: Can I buy this?]

Lu Cong’s eyebrows rose slightly. He saw a set of emeralds that had just been released by an auction house this morning.

Meng Yuan’s news was certainly fast.

He pressed his brow: What kind of trick are you playing now?

He withdrew the message the next second.

Lu Cong held the phone and noticed that this time Meng Yuan hadn’t treated him like an assistant. Although the intent to order him around was still obvious, his language was much more restrained.

He guessed Meng Yuan had probably compromised and was starting to fulfill the duties of a wife.

After all, their marriage was now set in stone; it was perfectly natural for a husband to buy things for his wife.

These past few days, he had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Meng Yuan and had overlooked this point.

Lu Cong leaned back in his chair and read the two messages repeatedly. The irritability of the past few days suddenly dissipated.

Very good. Just like this.

Meng Yuan only needed to spend money lavishly, and he only needed to play the role of a husband who pampered his wife.

This was what a normal political marriage should look like.

It would have been better if Meng Yuan had been this easy to deal with earlier.

Song Zhen pushed open the door to his boss’s office and picked up the tablet in front of him.

“Buy this and give it to Meng Yuan,” Lu Cong instructed succinctly. “And add some other things.”

“Understood,” Song Zhen replied, then asked: “Any particular preferences?”

“Just as long as it’s expensive.”

“Understood.”

Song Zhen paused after speaking, then added: “Boss, I’ve recently changed my phone number and deactivated the previous one. This is the new number.”

Work numbers were provided by the company and wouldn’t have issues; the one Song Zhen changed could only be his private number.

As Lu Cong’s closest assistant, the work number was generally used by Song Zhen to manage subordinates and arrange work, while Lu Cong’s contact with him was mostly through his private number.

He looked up: “Is there a problem?”

“It’s a bit embarrassing to say,” Song Zhen gave a bitter smile. “My previous WeChat was hacked. A scammer used my identity to try and borrow money from my friends.”

Lu Cong understood: “Fine, I got it. Just don’t let private matters affect your work.”

Most of the time, he was happy to be a lenient boss.

“Rest assured.”

Song Zhen nodded and left the office at Lu Cong’s dismissive gesture.

He immediately arranged to buy the jewelry for Meng Yuan. After giving the orders, Song Zhen began to compose an email.

[Hello, I am Song Zhen. I have changed to a new phone number and WeChat. My previous account was stolen by a scammer. If anyone asks you for money using my identity, please do not agree and call the police immediately.

This is my new number, please save it. Phone: xxxxxxxxxxx WeChat: Image.jpg]

He attached a recent selfie.

Click “Send to all.”

…

The jewelry requested in the morning arrived in his hands by the afternoon.

Song Zhen delivered it personally, along with many other small trinkets.

Meng Yuan looked at the floor covered in gemstones, luxury watches, and antiques, turning around in a daze: “I… I didn’t ask for these…”

He wanted to spend a sum of money, but he didn’t want to spend this much right from the start.

His heart’s capacity to handle things needed to be built up gradually.

“They were all arranged by the Boss,” Song Zhen said. “Just take whatever catches your eye to play with. Additionally, several yachts have been prepared for you. When your health is better and you have the energy, it would be nice to go out to sea and look at the scenery.”

Meng Yuan: “…”

It was coming. The yachts were really coming.

None of this required him to spend money personally; Meng Yuan’s spending plan had failed once again.

“Okay… okay, I…” Meng Yuan tried hard to keep his facial expression natural. “I like them very much. Thank you for your thoughtfulness.”

Song Zhen: “It’s only right.” Then he suddenly remembered: “By the way, I sent an email about changing my number earlier. I’m not sure if you saw it?”

He had already sent Meng Yuan a new friend request, but the other party hadn’t accepted it yet. Fearing Meng Yuan didn’t have the habit of checking emails, Song Zhen specifically mentioned it.

Meng Yuan remembered that he had indeed received such a message a while ago, but at the time he was having a nosebleed and felt extremely dizzy. After taking medicine and resting, it had completely slipped his mind.

“I saw it, I saw it,” he said worriedly. “Are your friends okay? How much was stolen? If needed, I can help.”

When it came to scammers, Meng Yuan loathed them deeply.

In the past, he had been a victim of telecommunications fraud; those heartless people had scammed away three whole months of his living expenses.

That was money he had saved up with great difficulty!

Meng Yuan had almost been unable to survive; in the end, he made it through by relying on his colleagues to provide him with food.

His colleagues weren’t wealthy people either, but when something really happened, everyone was willing to lend him a hand. Meng Yuan knew how important that glimmer of kindness was.

Now that he had money and the ability to help others, Meng Yuan was eager to try.

Song Zhen looked at his bright, large eyes, and for a moment his expression became very strange.

In his impression, this young master of the Meng family was not warm-hearted; in fact, he was the complete opposite of those words.

“Assistant Song?” Meng Yuan called him again, his eyes very clean.

Song Zhen snapped out of it and gave a dry laugh: “It’s nothing. There’s no need. The person felt something was strange at the time, so they didn’t transfer any money. However, we have received your kind intention. Thank you very much.”

“I see,” Meng Yuan relaxed, seemingly truly happy for that stranger he had never met. “It’s good that they weren’t scammed.”

…

After seeing Song Zhen off, Meng Yuan accepted the friend request from the new number, with the note Assistant Song.

Then he pulled up the old “scammer account” and stared at it fiercely for a moment.

[Confirm delete contact?]

Confirm.

Meng Yuan did not hesitate.