At the same time, outside the bedroom, Fu Bo's gentle and respectful voice rang out.

"Young Master, breakfast is ready. It is time for you to dine."

Zhou Huai's consciousness returned to his main body.

He instinctively wanted to wait for Fu Bo to push the door open. Every day for the past five years had been like this, bringing the tray to his bedside.

However, after waiting a few seconds, it dawned on him.

He... could now get out of bed and walk.

Zhou Huai lifted the blanket and planted both feet on the floor. A long-lost sense of reality rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his crown.

Holding onto the edge of the bed, he stood up somewhat unsteadily. His muscles and joints, having not been active for a long time, were stiff and awkward.

Once upon a time, lying in bed to take care of all physiological needs was a daily routine he had long grown accustomed to.

Now, a matter as simple as getting up to eat actually made him feel completely at a loss.

When Zhou Huai changed his clothes and slowly shuffled over to the living room, Fu Bo was arranging plate after plate of exquisite breakfast items on the dining table.

Zhou Huai's gaze fell on Fu Bo. Looking at that youthful, heroic face that was at least forty years younger, no matter how he looked at it, it felt awkward.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up the warm milk and took a sip, then suddenly felt playful and smiled mischievously.

"Fu Bo, I suddenly discovered a problem."

"Hmm? Young Master, please speak." Fu Bo stopped what he was doing and looked at him respectfully.

Zhou Huai pointed at Fu Bo, then pointed at himself, and said with a feigned solemn expression, "Look at how you look now. Standing together with me, anyone who didn't know better would think the two of us are brothers. You aren't even a few years older than me. I'm afraid I won't be able to call you 'Fu Bo' in the future."

Hearing this, Fu Bo was slightly stunned, then somewhat sheepishly scratched his head, a shy blush blooming on his face.

Zhou Huai laughed heartily and continued to tease, "In my opinion, from now on, I might as well just call you Brother Fu!"

He paused, remembering something, and asked curiously, "Come to think of it, I've been calling you Fu Bo all these years, but I still don't know your real name."

Fu Bo became even more flustered by his teasing and quickly waved his hands, his young face filled with loyalty and sincerity. "Young Master, please do not torment this old servant like this. My real name is Chen Fu, but you should still call me Fu Bo. I've heard it for so many years and am long used to it. If you change how you address me, I... I would feel uncomfortable instead."

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Huai stopped teasing him, smiled and nodded. "Alright, Chen Fu, good name. We'll do as you wish and stick with Fu Bo."

Zhou Huai sat in front of the dining table, eating the delicious breakfast, feeling the real sensation of food being chewed in his mouth and sliding down his esophagus.

This feeling, to him, was as luxurious as a dream.

A blurry fragment of memory flashed from the depths of his mind without warning.

That was the final moment before his death when his consciousness was sinking into boundless darkness.

He saw that by his bedside, there was a girl wearing a light green long dress, lying there, weeping with a tear-streaked face like pear blossoms in the rain, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably from violent sobs.

That blurry face, those eyes soaked in tears, filled with despair and sorrow...

"That's right." Zhou Huai put down his chopsticks and looked up at Fu Bo. "During the time I was unconscious... or rather, the period when I was dead, did anyone come to the courtyard?"

Fu Bo's hands collecting the bowls and chopsticks paused. He raised his head, a complex look on his face, and gently nodded.

"Yes, Young Master." Fu Bo's voice lowered. "Young Miss Ye Xi came. And... and when she came, she happened to... witness you taking your last breath with her own eyes."

Zhou Huai's heart sank.

He only heard Fu Bo continue with a sigh, "That child... broke down completely at the time. She hugged your cold body, weeping heart-rendingly, and fainted directly several times. No matter how this old servant tried to persuade her, it was useless. In the end, the head of the Ye Family personally brought people over to forcefully take her away."

"Young Master, Young Miss Ye Xi's feelings for you are truly beyond reproach. If she finds out the news that you have been resurrected, she will definitely go crazy with joy."

Zhou Huai fell silent.

After a long while, he exhaled a breath of stale air and nodded.

"I know. After I finish eating, I'll head over there."

Towards the girl named Ye Xi, his heart was indeed full of guilt.

Although neither of his two deaths was something he could control, the other party had witnessed his two "departures", each one more tragic than the last.

For a girl who deeply loved him, what a cruel blow this must have been.

This affection, this debt, he had to repay it.

After finishing breakfast, Zhou Huai stood up, preparing to set off for the Ye Family.

"Young Master, do you need me to go with you?" Fu Bo asked with concern.

"No need." Zhou Huai waved his hand, a thought stirring in his mind.

"Hum—"

Accompanied by a wave of spatial fluctuation, a robust and domineering figure appeared out of thin air in the living room.

It was precisely Xiang Yu, who had just been resurrected not long ago!

Zhou Huai patted Xiang Yu's solid arm and smiled at Fu Bo. "With him here, no one can hurt me."

Finished speaking, he remembered something, turned his head, his gaze falling on Chen Fu, and added thoughtfully.

"Right, Chen Fu."

Fu Bo was startled and quickly replied, "Young Master, do you have any instructions?"

"You should also seriously consider your own affairs."

"Me?" Fu Bo pointed at himself in puzzlement. "What affairs do I have?"

Zhou Huai smiled, his gaze gentle and earnest. "You have already returned to your youth. Not only that, but the hidden ailments and deep injuries left in your body back then no longer exist. This means you can completely become a Professional again and pursue your own future."

He looked at Fu Bo's blank face, his voice becoming serious.

"You have served me wholeheartedly for a lifetime. In this lifetime, you should live well for yourself for once."

Fu Bo's body shook. He stared blankly at Zhou Huai, his eye sockets turning red.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat blocked as if by something, unable to utter a single word.

In the end, he only nodded heavily, his voice carrying a thick nasal tone and gratitude.

"Young Master... I understand. I will... seriously consider it."

After leaving the courtyard, Zhou Huai chose not to take a car.

He strolled along the path leading to the city center, letting the morning breeze brush across his face.

His main body hadn't walked on the ground for a full five years. Although the formidable Physique of a Professional kept his muscles from atrophy, walking still made him feel as though his legs were filled with lead. They were extremely stiff, and every step was exceptionally difficult.

From the courtyard to the Ye Family Manor, a journey that seemed like only a dozen minutes to Classer, Zhou Huai walked for over an hour.

When he finally stood in front of the grand and extraordinary gates of the Ye Family Manor, he was already panting heavily, his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat.

He straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes and was about to step forward to ring the doorbell.

Right at this moment, the manor's gates opened from the inside, and a black stretch limousine drove out.

The car stopped beside Zhou Huai, and the back seat window rolled down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a stern and imposing face.

It was precisely the current head of the Ye Family, Ye Xi's father, Ye Zhentian.

Ye Zhentian had originally been lowering his head to look at documents. Noticing something, he inadvertently raised his head and glanced outside the window.

With just this single glance, his entire person froze in place as if hit by a body-immobilization spell.

The documents in his hand dropped onto the carpet with a "clatter". Those normally calm and unflappable eyes widened as big as copper bells, and his mouth opened wide enough to almost stuff an egg into it.

Looking at the person standing outside the car window whose complexion was somewhat pale, but was indeed alive, his voice changed pitch due to extreme shock.

"Zhou... Zhou Huai?"

"You... didn't you die again?!"