A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

Chapter 129 After the Fragmentation

"No—I'm going to wet my pants!"

"I need to pee!"

"I can't sleep anymore!"

Once this thought arose in Li Mu's mind, it was like a steel wool pad constantly scraping against an itchy spot, making him feel uncomfortable all over and forcing him to get out of bed to go to the toilet.

Or rather, his body was more honest than his mind; the moment he had the urge to go to the bathroom, he had already sat up in bed.

Furthermore, the dizzying sensation couldn't stop this instinct at all. No matter how much his body swayed and his head felt spinning, he still managed to walk directly into the bathroom, relying on his familiarity with the surroundings. Then he staggered out and collapsed onto the bed.

But he had only been lying down for a short while when he immediately felt a strong sense of discomfort, which forced him to get out of bed again and head straight to the bathroom.

A few seconds later————

"Ugh!"

The burning, stinging stomach acid, along with a bitter, strange liquid, sprayed directly from my mouth.

It made him wear a mask of pain directly on his face.

So sad!

"Ugh—"

Dizziness!

The world is spinning!

His back, which had been able to bend down, could no longer support the weight of his brain. Fortunately, his hands were still responsive. Just as his body was about to lean forward, he grabbed the toilet tank lid. Then, slowly, his hands gripped the edge of the toilet, and he fell onto the cold floor.

But precisely because the vomit hadn't been flushed away in time, the overwhelming, pungent odor was detected by the keen nose—

"vomit----"

He felt like he was going to die.

The world spun around him, his stomach churned, and his brain felt like it had been thrown into a washing machine or a raw egg with its yolk splattered. All he could do was cling to the toilet, the cold ceramic surface seeming to be his only anchor link to the world.

Just as the excruciating pain was unfolding throughout his body like a tsunami, he suddenly vaguely heard the door open and a frantic call: "Brother Li!? Are you alright!?"

Who—who's speaking?

Opening his tear-filled eyes, Li Mu was even more bewildered when he saw a blurry figure.

Who is this person again?

What is she doing here?

Uh—where am I?

I----

"vomit----"

"Hey, lift your head up quickly—"

do not care.

It hurts so much————

I'm going to die————

"Fan...Fan Ye?"

After being helped back to bed and drinking half a cup of warm water, Li Mu finally felt a little better. He opened his eyes and called out softly.

"I'm here—what's wrong?"

In the master bedroom's bathroom, a big star with her hair hastily tied in a ponytail and a mop in her hand peeked out.

They met eyes.

"Why are you here?"

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Fan Linbing was speechless, but still said, "Brother Li, lie down first, I'll finish cleaning up here."

"Well----"

Li Mu could only respond with a sound, and then he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

The smell of laundry detergent, along with a damp steam, gradually filled the entire bedroom.

Still feeling dizzy, his gaze gradually became unfocused.

No sooner said than done, in less than three minutes, the big star, wearing a T-shirt that looked strangely familiar to Li Mu and a pair of baggy sweatpants that looked even more familiar than the T-shirt, walked out of the bathroom with his hands dripping wet.

Looking at Li Mu lying on the bed with a blank stare, she didn't say anything at first, but walked towards the window of the master bedroom.

With a "click," the window was opened, and a blast of hot air immediately rushed in.

With her back to the sunlight, in the slightly glaring glare, she looked at Li Mu and said, "Today, you need to go buy bed sheets and duvet covers. We don't need the pillows and blankets anymore."

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Li Mu was stunned. He subconsciously looked down and realized that his bed sheets and duvet cover had been changed. No, they weren't changed, but the blanket covering him was now just the duvet insert. The duvet cover was gone, and even the pillowcase had disappeared without a trace.

Where is my blanket?

"This is the blanket I used to sleep in, the one you left for me in the guest room. You threw up all over your sheets and duvet cover yesterday, so I threw it downstairs last night. Especially the duvet cover, it was covered in a huge amount of it—including undigested meat, carrot shreds, watermelon and grape skins from the karaoke bar, and bits of sunflower seeds and peanuts. If I hadn't thrown it away, no one could stay in your house today."

"————?"

Perhaps the information in her words was too much, for Li Mu was momentarily stunned.

Staring blankly at Fan Bing, who looked down at him with a helpless expression: "You—you're lost?"

"Yes, it's lost."

"Then this set—"

"You vomited on this duvet cover too, so I took it off and threw it away. As for this set—just throw it away too, look at the drool stains on the pillow."

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Following the direction she pointed, Li Mu barely managed to lift his head and saw a large yellow stain on the snow-white pillow core.

Just then, he heard Fan Bing continue, "Are you feeling better now, Brother Li? I made some porridge—would you like some?"

"Well----"

To be honest, Li Mu has absolutely no appetite right now.

But he still wanted to drink something sticky.

The burning, stinging sensation in his stomach made him very uncomfortable.

So he nodded.

Seeing that he agreed, Fan Linbing walked to the wardrobe with practiced ease, opened it, and took out a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, and—a pair of underwear.

"I'll wait for you outside."

"————?"

Li Mu then realized what was happening.

I grass!

Where are my clothes?!

He'd been wondering why something felt off—and after a while, he realized he was just wearing his underwear, huddled under the covers.

Where are my own clothes?!

What exactly happened last night?

Despite the commotion this morning, it's actually only a little past 7 or 8 o'clock.

While changing his clothes, Li Mu checked his phone and found a new message from Fan Bing sent around 10 PM: "Brother Li, I'm going to sleep now. Are you drunk? Have you gone home yet?"

That's the only one.

Then—the communication records show that at the same time he received the message, he made a phone call to the other party.

Then, around 11 o'clock but before 12 o'clock, I received another phone call.

But unfortunately, he has no memory of it.

I have absolutely no recollection of what happened.

Filled with doubt, he opened the bedroom door and went out.

But as soon as they went outside, they realized something was wrong.

Why is the sofa all bare?

Why is that sofa cover that the landlady left behind hanging on the balcony?

There were no other traces in the entire house.

At this moment, Fan Taobing came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of porridge.

"Brother Li, have some porridge to soothe your stomach first. I'm not very good at cooking, but this fragrant porridge is alright. Don't think it's too greasy, it is quite greasy, but it's perfect for a hangover."

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Following her words, Li Mu immediately spotted the bowl of porridge that looked sticky and had egg drop soup and oil floating on top.

"What kind of porridge is this?"

"My family calls this 'fragrant porridge.' When my dad drank too much, my mom would cook him a bowl of this. It's salty and has sesame oil in it, which is good for the stomach. You should eat some quickly, otherwise you might gag if you don't have anything to settle your stomach."

"————Okay, thank you."

Li Mu thanked her and sat down at the table. After taking the chopsticks, he heard her instructions: "Scrape it up and drink it layer by layer. The sesame oil flavor will be a bit greasy at first, but it will feel much better once you get into your stomach."

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"----Thanks."

Li Mu responded, skimmed off a layer of porridge with oil and egg floating on top, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

With just one bite, he knew how to make it.

It should be—scrambled eggs with sesame oil, cooked until semi-cooked, then hot water and rice are added, and then it's simmered.

Finally, sprinkle some salt on top.

The taste was indeed just average, but after taking a bite, he could immediately feel the comforting sensation of the sesame oil moistening his esophagus.

It's definitely much more comfortable now.

"call----"

Seeing him let out a long sigh of relief, Fan Bing also breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down opposite him and asked, "How much did you drink last night?"

"I have no idea."

Li Mu shook his head: "What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Bing revealed an "I knew it" expression and asked in return, "What's your last memory?"

"My last memory is—Brother Zhou said it was about time, finished his drink, and called us to—go sing karaoke?"

He tried to recall, but found his mind a complete blank; this was the only thing he could remember.

So Fan Bing nodded: "Looks like you blacked out at the hotel."

"Well----"

Seeing Li Mu's dazed expression, she shrugged: "I think it was around 10 or 11 o'clock last night when I suddenly received your call."

"----Then what?"

"And then? It was very noisy on your end, and you told me to come pick you up because those two girls kept taking advantage of you, trying to pull down your pants—"

At this point, seeing Li Mu's wide-eyed, stunned expression, Fan Bing's expression also became somewhat strange.

But looking at Li Mu, she continued, "You told me not to overthink it, that you didn't do anything to betray me—but I need to pick you up right now, you can't hold on much longer."

"————??????"

Li Mu was at a loss for words.

But the person sitting opposite him, who was staring intently at him, wasn't going to let it end there. Instead, he continued, "I asked you where you were, and you said you didn't know. I could only call Brother Bie, who gave me the address and said you'd locked yourself in the bathroom for about ten minutes. After I told him you wanted me to come pick you up, Brother Bie told me to come over. So I took a taxi to the nightclub you were at and called you to tell you I'd arrived—but when I found you in the private room, you were already asleep with your head on a girl's lap."

"————"

Li Mu's face became even more embarrassed.

But for some reason, I felt a sense of relief: "Phew—at least nothing else went wrong."

"Not out yet?"

Fan Linbing, as if he'd heard a hilarious joke, retorted, "I thought you could drive, so I took a taxi. But after finding out you didn't, we shared a ride. You got in and threw up in their car, and I had to pay them 300 yuan for a car wash. Isn't that a mess?"

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"I found at least three lipstick marks on your shirt. Is that considered a mess?"

"————???"

"Oh right, and also—brother, wouldn't it be considered a mess if you introduced me as your girlfriend in front of your older brothers?"

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Li Mu was stunned when he met those big, expressive eyes.