Urban: It turns out this is a comprehensive world

"Young Master is awake!"

It was late at night at the Zhao family villa. The clock had already struck past one in the morning, and the only sound in the quiet corridor was the dull ticking of the wall clock.

The maid, Afang, who was guarding outside Zhao Hao's bedroom, held a towel soaked in warm water tightly in her hands, her brows furrowed, and her eyes were full of lingering worry.

Every few moments, she couldn't help but peek into the room, until she caught a glimpse of the young man on the bed whose eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly, then slowly opened a crack, revealing a glimmer of light in his previously dim eyes—

Afang's heart skipped a beat. The surprise instantly dispelled all her fatigue, and she subconsciously raised her voice and shouted, her voice still carrying a few breaths.

The exclamation was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the villa's silence.

The servants on night duty and the patrolling bodyguards downstairs rushed over at the sound, and the corridor was immediately filled with hurried footsteps and hushed whispers.

But no one dared to barge into the young master's room, as it concerned Zhao Hao's safety. Everyone stood silently outside the door, their eyes anxiously fixed on the closed door.

A moment later, the tall bodyguard captain Zhao Hu strode through the crowd. His expression was calm, but there was a hint of urgency in his eyes.

"Stay outside, and don't let anyone who isn't a member of the group get close."

He gave a low instruction, then stepped aside to let the family doctor carrying the medical kit go first, while he followed closely behind and pushed open the door, leaving the people outside exchanging relieved glances before silently returning to their posts.

They weren't afraid that Zhao Hao's accident would implicate them—after all, this is a society governed by law, and the doctor had already confirmed that the young master had only suddenly collapsed due to a high fever, with no trace of human intervention. The Zhao family has always been reasonable and would never hold a grudge against anyone.

However, this young master Zhao, who is jokingly called a "simp" by many outsiders, is surprisingly kind and generous to others in private.

Working under him, as long as you don't make a major mistake or touch upon matters related to his beloved Miss Yu Bingyu, he will only gently remind you of minor errors and never speak harshly.

An employer who is so considerate of his subordinates is hard to find; who would genuinely want to see him get into trouble?

"Young Master, you're awake? How are you feeling?" As soon as Zhao Hu stood up, he saw the family doctor take out a thermometer and stethoscope and bend down to examine Zhao Hao.

He slowed his pace to the bedside, trying to make his voice sound calm, but his gaze was fixed on Zhao Hao's face, with a hint of cautious inquiry.

"Zhao Hu? It's you." The young man on the bed spoke, his voice hoarse from just waking up, yet it carried a calmness different from usual.

He tilted his head slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room—the family doctor, dressed in a neat white coat, was intently adjusting the equipment; the maid standing beside him held a glass of water, watching him nervously.

Although he didn't recognize the two people, their identities were obvious from their clothes and actions. Zhao Hao withdrew his gaze, his face showing no particular expression, as if all of this was within his expectations.

Ironically, there were four people in the room, including himself, and apart from Zhao Hu, he couldn't even remember the names of the other two.

Fortunately, after regaining control of his body, the fragmented memories remaining in his mind finally allowed him to roughly figure out the identities of these people.

Zhao Hu, who had been staring intently at Zhao Hao, trembled slightly when he met that gaze, and his clenched fist tightened involuntarily.

"That look in his eyes..." A storm raged in his heart. Zhao Hu had been with Zhao Hao for almost ten years and was the person in the entire villa who knew this young master best.

He clearly remembered how dazzling the young man before him had been—agile, meticulous, and with a sharp, authoritative look in his eyes.

Two years ago, Zhao Hao suddenly changed. He not only spent all his time circling around Yu Bingyu, becoming what others called a "simp," but he also seemed to have completely forgotten his superb martial arts skills. His eyes became naive and innocent, a perfect example of "clear stupidity."

The changes over the past two years have been unbelievable, not only to Zhao Hu but also to the entire Zhao family.

To confirm his identity, his family even secretly conducted a DNA test. After confirming that the person in front of them was indeed Zhao Hao, everyone had to think in the most bizarre direction—could it really be like in the novels, that he had been "possessed"?

Otherwise, how could a person's temperament and abilities undergo such a dramatic change?

Unable to find any other explanation, they could only secretly search for a way to restore Zhao Hao while silently watching over him. As long as this "Zhao Hao" didn't do anything out of line, they could only watch helplessly.

But just a moment ago, the sharpness and composure that flashed in Zhao Hao's eyes were clearly the same as the spirited young master from two years ago! Zhao Hu suppressed his excitement and his gaze became even more intense as he looked at Zhao Hao.

"I feel much better, I should be fine." Zhao Hao met Zhao Hu's gaze, his eyes gradually regaining their usual gentleness. He looked at the busy doctor and cleared his dry throat to add.

The maid next to him immediately understood, carefully took the water glass and scooped up some warm water with a small spoon, gently feeding it to his lips.

A few minutes later, the family doctor put away the equipment, turned around and nodded to Zhao Hu: "Captain Zhao, don't worry, the young master's fever has subsided, but he is still a little weak. He will be fine after a few days of rest."

Zhao Hu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly and politely saw the doctor and maid out. As he turned to close the door, his composure finally crumbled, revealing a hint of urgency.

He pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the IV needle stuck in Zhao Hao's hand. Suddenly, his tiger-like eyes narrowed slightly, and a rare smile appeared on his lips. His tone was somewhat probing: "Young Master, do you still remember when we sparred in the training ground back then? I never thought that the person who beat me so badly that I couldn't get up for three days could also be knocked down by a high fever."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao's lips curled up slightly, and he gave Zhao Hu a meaningful look: "Hehe, Zhao Hu, are you making fun of me? I remember that time when you lost, you were still stubborn and said that you just didn't perform well."

Although the two had hardly had any serious conversations in the past two years, Zhao Hao knew Zhao Hu's personality all too well—that guy was extremely concerned about his reputation, and the matter of losing the martial arts competition back then was a "dark history" that he was unwilling to mention. He would never bring it up simply to make fun of his illness.

Clearly, Zhao Hu had realized something.

"Is...is it really you, young master?"

Zhao Hu, whose "dark history" had been exposed, was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he leaned forward abruptly, his voice trembling slightly, and his tiger-like eyes instantly welled up with tears. His excited expression made it seem as if his eyes were about to turn red at any moment.

If it were just a simple employment relationship, Zhao Hu might be dutifully concerned about his employer's health, but he would never act so out of line.

He was once a renowned soldier in the army, but had to retire due to family misfortune. After his parents passed away, he planned to return to the army, but was kept by the old man of the Zhao family with a favor and generous terms, and became Zhao Hao's bodyguard.

But after spending a short time together, Zhao Hu discovered that the young master he was supposed to protect was even more skilled than him, a top soldier! He immediately wanted to resign, since his employer was better at fighting than him, so why did he need to protect him?

But Zhao Hao refused and even took the initiative to teach him ancient martial arts, allowing him to grow from a former elite soldier into a top-notch master.

Originally, Zhao Hao's cultivation should have broken through to the late stage of the first-class level long ago, but this sudden "possession" caused his strength to regress instead of advance.

These past two years have been like a battery that keeps draining but can't be recharged. Now, it can barely maintain its level as a second-rate martial artist. Zhao Hu sees this and is anxious, but he is powerless to do anything about it.

"It's me. It seems you and your family have noticed it over the past two years."

Looking at Zhao Hu's reddened eyes, Zhao Hao's eyes revealed a hint of appreciation, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Through his remaining memories, he knew that not only Zhao Hu, but the entire Zhao family had long since noticed his abnormality.

That's why his family has been strictly monitoring his whereabouts and the people he contacts for the past two years. If they discover he's associating with shady characters or doing anything potentially inappropriate, they immediately intervene to stop him.

After all, the controlled "self" is simple-minded, unable to distinguish between good and evil, and only thinks that the person who helps him pursue Yu Bingyu is a "good person", making him easily manipulated.

The Zhao family's protection prevented the entity occupying his body from causing trouble.

"By the way, how are the preparations for tomorrow's confession ceremony going?" Zhao Hao suddenly changed the subject, looking up at the person beside him, and seemingly casually brought up the confession that "he" was preparing for tomorrow.

"Young Master, everything is ready." Zhao Hu replied, but as soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze, and his eyes unconsciously drifted elsewhere, making him look extremely unnatural.

He clenched his fist, hesitated for a long time, and then carefully spoke, his tone tinged with caution: "But... Young Master, now that you've recovered and returned, shouldn't this ceremony that was originally prepared...?"

"No, the ceremony will proceed as scheduled." Zhao Hao shook his head slightly, his tone resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

After a moment, as if he had thought of something, he sighed softly and looked at Zhao Hu with a hint of inquiry: "Zhao Hu, you've been with me for almost ten years. Since you can tell that I'm acting strangely lately, haven't you noticed that Yu Bingyu is also behaving somewhat unusually?"

"Huh?" Zhao Hu was startled, subconsciously narrowing his eyes and frowning slightly.

He carefully recalled Zhao Hao's words, and a sudden realization flashed through his mind—no wonder he always felt something was off; it turned out the problem wasn't just with his young master.

He clearly remembered that his young master and Yu Bingyu used to have such a good relationship that everyone could see it.

Although the two have never formally confessed their feelings, their intimate gestures in daily life and the undisguised affection in each other's eyes are obvious to everyone around them, who are just waiting for them to break through that barrier.

The unexpected event happened two years ago, on the day I graduated from university.

At that time, the young master had meticulously prepared a confession ceremony, and even prepared an engagement ring, eagerly wanting to give Yu Bingyu a surprise.

Before the ceremony began, the young master suddenly changed his personality drastically (later he belatedly realized that the young master had probably been possessed).

What surprised him even more was that, faced with the young master who had "drastically changed his temperament" but was even more infatuated with her, Yu Bingyu only gave him a cold glance at the confession scene and rejected him decisively. There was no trace of the tenderness she used to have in her eyes, only a cold indifference that kept people at arm's length.

For the next two years, Zhao Hu believed that this was Yu Bingyu's true nature—her previous intimacy and gentleness towards the young master were nothing but an act, or even just using the young master as a shield to deal with her suitors.