Chapter 1: The Virgin Who Died with Unfulfilled Wishes

"I was born into a very poor family. I remember when I was little, my father led a rather dull life—he spent his days counting money, and my mother too, sweeping up piles of cash all day long. Our home was deep in the mountains, and every time we had to go out shopping, it was an ordeal. It took five hours to drive the Mercedes, and four hours in the Porsche. Although we owned a helicopter, it was nearly impossible to find a place to park it over there, which was terribly inconvenient.

Sometimes, I would go out shopping as well, but my parents were afraid I might be kidnapped, so they sent over twenty bodyguards to protect me. Whenever people saw me, they would flee in terror, so from a young age, I was shunned by others.

Because we lived deep in the mountains, winters were always bitterly cold. My father often said going out to buy things was too much trouble, so in winter, we had no heaters or quilts. Each day I could only keep warm by burning money with my parents, and at night, I slept covered in cash—I found British pounds to be the warmest."

"Haha! Now that's a real nouveau riche! That's the true meaning of the word!" Ling Tian couldn't help but laugh heartily as he read this essay. It was the first time he had laughed so freely since regaining consciousness. He had no idea who had left this old notebook on his desk, but after waking up, he picked it up and idly flipped through it. Judging by the childish handwriting, it must have been written by a child, but the content instantly brought one word to his mind—nouveau riche!

"Young Master Ling, you're awake! Someone, come quickly! Young Master Ling is awake!" At the sound of Ling Tian's laughter, a young nurse was the first to rush in, followed by seven or eight doctors and nurses, as well as a middle-aged man and an elegant, beautiful woman.

"My darling, how are you feeling? Thank goodness you woke up—how could I go on living if you hadn't?" The beautiful woman, seeing Ling Tian fully conscious, immediately rushed to his bedside, clutching him as she burst into tears.

Ling Tian was bewildered by her actions, but said nothing. He wanted to observe the situation before making any judgments about what had happened.

"Meijun, Xiao Tian has just woken up. Don't get too emotional. Xiao Tian, how are you feeling?" The middle-aged man approached the bed as well. His features were dignified and his presence carried an air of authority, making Ling Tian suspect he was no ordinary person.

"May I ask, who are you?" Ling Tian had no choice but to speak under the man's concerned gaze. He assumed they must have mistaken him for someone else. Surviving that massive explosion was already beyond his expectations.

"My dear, have you really lost your memory? What are we going to do? Doctor! Doctor!" The beautiful woman panicked when she realized Ling Tian didn't recognize her.

"Mrs. Ling, we explained to you a few days ago—there's still a blood clot in Young Master Ling's brain, which is likely the cause of his amnesia. We need to observe for a while before performing surgery, and even then, we can't guarantee a full recovery of his memory. That's why we asked you to bring some of his old diaries and belongings, in hopes that they might help trigger his memory," the doctor hurried to explain again. Truthfully, he couldn't promise Ling Tian’s memories would return. Given the severity of Ling Tian's injuries, it was already a miracle he had survived.

"My darling, do you really not recognize your mother?" The beautiful woman was still unwilling to give up, gently touching Ling Tian's cheek as tears streamed down her face.

Despite her lavish attire, adorned in diamonds and gold, she exuded not the vulgarity of the nouveau riche, but rather a regal elegance. With her stunning beauty, her tears were like pear blossoms bathed in spring rain, stirring Ling Tian's heart with an ache. At this moment, he could not concern himself with anything else—comforting this beautiful woman was most important.

"Mom, please don’t cry." Ling Tian raised his hand to wipe away her tears. The feeling of being cared for like this was wonderful, and being treasured so dearly made him like this woman even more—her concern for him was genuine.

"My darling, have you regained your memory? That's wonderful!" The beautiful woman, overwhelmed with joy, gripped his hand tightly.

"Mom, I haven’t gotten my memory back, but I’m still your son. Just tell me about the past. Please don’t cry—you won’t look as pretty if you do."

Ling Tian gave her a gentle smile. He had just noticed how fair his hands were and realized he had likely been reborn. This was the first time he had occupied someone else’s body, and he wasn’t sure if he would ever recover the memories of the body’s former owner.

"Alright, my good boy, I won’t cry. Your mother is too beautiful to let herself look ugly. Focus on getting better, and in a few days, you’ll have your surgery. Here are your diaries—from when you were little, you wrote in these notebooks, and as you grew older, you kept them online. Take your time and read through them." The beautiful woman handed him several notebooks and a tablet.

"Mom, did I really write these?" Ling Tian suddenly remembered what he had just read and couldn’t help but be at a loss for words. This body’s previous owner really had a wild imagination.

"Yes, these are all things you wrote. You may not have liked studying, but you still did the homework your teachers assigned when you were small. Later on, you lost interest in school, but because of that, these diaries remained. Read them carefully," she said, her gaze filled with hope that he would regain his memory.

"Mom, the essay I wrote as a child can’t possibly be true, can it? I was really full of it, wasn’t I?" Ling Tian tried to make her smile, deliberately opening to the page he had just read.

"It was a bit exaggerated, but not entirely false. When you were little, we didn’t live here. We only moved to Jianghai City later for your schooling," his mother answered with a loving look in her eyes.

"Mrs. Ling, Mr. Ling, we need to run another examination for Young Master Ling," an elderly doctor interrupted their touching conversation.

"Alright, Meijun, let’s step out. Director Li, we’ll leave him in your care," Ling Tian’s father said, taking his wife out of the room while the doctors continued their examination.

Ling Tian closed his eyes, but his mind was far from calm. He really had crossed over—his new name was still Ling Tian, but in his previous life, that wasn’t his name; he had adopted it later. Now, by some twist of fate, he’d been reborn with the same name.

He thought of his former life—born into a prestigious family, yet forced to live in obscurity, subjected to rigorous training from childhood, possessing extraordinary skills and miraculous medical expertise, always serving his country until the very end. Even when beautiful agents lay in his bed, he never once touched them.

When he was betrayed and killed in the explosion, his greatest regret was that, at twenty-two, he died a virgin. He could not rest in peace!

Heaven had granted him a second chance, and in a family of such wealth. Perhaps this was his compensation. In this life, he would cast aside all burdens of duty and devote himself to the pursuit of beauty and pleasure, becoming the most carefree and extravagant of men!

In his previous life, he believed power was everything. In this one, he planned to use money as his weapon—if anyone crossed him, he’d bury them in cash. Of course, if he ever found out who was behind his betrayal, he would make sure that person paid the ultimate price!