NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50
Chapter 50 The Experience of Exchanging Life
The next day, Yan Wangchuan woke up and found that he had really swapped places with Fan Xiaolu.
Could lives really be exchanged? He looked at Fan Xiaolu in his pajamas in the mirror and his heart was perturbed but happy.
Fan Xiaolu’s room style was low-key but luxurious. The layout seemed concise but hid an aristocratic temperament. And the size of his bedroom was larger than the whole of the humble abode rented by Yan Wangchuan and his mother.
Yan Wangchuan walked out of the door and saw that the style of the corridor was different from that of Fan Xiaolu’s room. The bead chains of the crystal chandelier flowed over his head like a waterfall. The ground was covered with precious Persian carpets. The walls were covered with hand-painted tiles. Some high-quality imitations of world-famous paintings, such as The Girl Wearing Pearl Earrings, Mona Lisa and so on, were on the walls.
He walked down the corridor and saw a grand living room modelled in a Classical Luxury style, somewhat like that of the medieval European nobles.
An old man with gray hair and dressed in an elegant uniform, greeted him with a smile and said, “Good morning, Master!”
Yan Wangchuan said, “Good morning!” He guessed that the old man was the housekeeper.
Two middle-aged maids had prepared breakfast which included Chinese and western style dishes. The dishes were very exquisite and delicious.
The tableware was made of silver and the white tablecloth was spotless.
As he ate, he chatted with the old housekeeper and maids. He soon learned about Fan Xiaolu’s family and about Fan Qianqian, Fan Xiaolu’s mother, who was not at home but away filming in France.
Moreover, he also learnt that the old housekeeper’s surname was Qin. One of the two maids was Aunt Xue and the other was Aunt Xian.
Fan Xiaolu’s three meals at home were all gourmet food. And his house had a dance floor, table-tennis table, billiards table and other recreational facilities. There was a large garden and even a large heated swimming pool.
Yan Wangchuan didn’t like other sports, but he liked swimming very much. He was good at it. For the first time, he enjoyed the experience of swimming in a pool by himself. It couldn’t feel any better!
Fan Qianqian liked to keep dogs. She had several famous breeds of dogs at home.
In Yan Wangchuan’s opinion, every one of these dogs led a privileged life, even better than those of ordinary people.
Not only did they have private custom-made spacious and beautiful kennels, three full meals a day, but also specialized dog doctors, beauticians and photographers.
Their photographs ranging from small to large prints were integrated into albums and even each dog’s teeth that had been replaced were made into dental carvings and dental necklaces as souvenirs.
Yan Wangchuan also liked dogs, especially the valuable purebred Teddy dog. Its name was Athena. It was a gentle and clever female dog.
Fan Xiaolu had the latest Apple computer at home. Yan Wangchuan used it to browse Fan Qianqian’s blog and Weibo on the Internet and found that she often posted her photos with Athena.
It was said that Athena was Fan Qianqian’s pet with the highest appearance rate. It also followed Fan Qianqian to foreign countries for filming because she needed a dog in that scene.
Athena could be said to be a dog star. On New Year’s Day and its birthday, it received wishes and birthday gifts from fans on its Weibo.
Yan Wangchuan wanted to take Athena out to play but was stopped by the Qin housekeeper.
The Qin housekeeper said, “Madame told me that you are not allowed to leave the house or dance these few days.”
“Why?” Yan Wangchuan asked.
“I don’t know the details. I’m just carrying out her orders.” Qin housekeeper said seriously.
Yan Wangchuan thought, “It seems that Fan Xiaolu’s mother is a tiger mother! Xiaolu seems to have a bad relationship with his mother.”
There was a big Rose Garden in Fan House. Yan Wangchuan took Athena to the Rose Garden and enjoyed the rare feeling of happiness and so much free time.
In the evening, after a big dinner, Fan Qianqian called from France. Yan Wangchuan had to take the call as Fan Xiaolu.
Fan Qianqian was indeed very strong and aggressive the minute she opened her mouth. “Fan Xiaolu, what the hell are you doing? Did you ask for sick leave two days before the holidays? I just contacted your head teacher. I was told that you skipped school for two days on the grounds of being ill. You’re going to challenge me because I opposed your participation in the reality show competition called Idol Street Dance Group, aren’t you? If you don’t give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll immediately block all your sources of income. You won’t even have the fare to go to B City to participate in the mass-election!”
Yan Wangchuan did not know how to explain to her. Tell the truth? She certainly would not believe it. Moreover, Fan Xiaolu had already said in the group that everyone in the group was not allowed to tell anyone outside the group what he had said in the group.
So he had to lie. “I was so depressed that I went to the Paradise for two days.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Fan Qianqian continued her questioning.
“I was afraid you’ll scold me.” Yan Wangchuan hesitated for a moment and said.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick? Why do you seem a little weak?” Fan Qianqian’s tone softened a little.
Yan Wangchuan said, “I’m kind of upset.”
Fan Qianqian said, “Xiaolu, when you grow up, you will understand. I am doing it for you. Well, I won’t pursue the matter this time, but you shouldn’t do it again! You stay at home these few days and don’t go anywhere! No dancing!”
Yan Wangchuan felt happy and he said with a smile, “Okay, I’m not going anywhere! No dancing.”
He didn’t want to leave Fan House at all. It was paradise!
Fan Qianqian spoke a bit longer to him before she hung up.
Yan Wangchuan enjoyed two days of a happy and immortal-like life in Paradise. He sincerely hoped that time wouldn’t pass so quickly.
But time has to pass.
On the morning of the third day, he woke up and found himself back in his body, sleeping on the simple hard bed.
Frankly speaking, he was not happy at all. He had the feeling of returning from heaven to hell.
It was the familiar humble abode. It was the same life that didn’t seem promising at all.
Yan Wangchuan walked out of the living room and saw his mother, Ai Meiqi, stewing noodles for breakfast, in the kitchen. When he recollected the sumptuous breakfasts at Xiaolu’s home, he cursed the injustice of fate in his heart.
Although Ai Meiqi was in her early forties, she looked like a young girl, both in her looks and her personality.
She brought out the noodles soup with poached eggs and found that her son seemed kind of strange. She asked, “Why is my good son so different today from yesterday? It seems that my son has been acting really weird recently. You change every day!”