Category: His Present

His Present

Chapter 4

       Ji Qin asked me again if the former Ze’an would come back.

 

       I was actually unusually tired those days and didn’t want to socialise with anyone, yet he came over to ask me that question again.

 

       I told him helplessly, “You know, I’m actually Ze’an, and that Ze’an is an outsider.”

 

       When Ji Qin heard the words, his expression froze slightly, as if he was unhappy.

 

       “So will he be back or not?” he asked, unwilling to give up. “For example, the real him, coming back in a different form. What I like about him is the person he is, not his appearance.”

 

       What I like about him is the person he is.

 

       I lost my mind. I envy that Ze’an so much.

 

       I took a moment before saying, “Maybe he will.”

 

       These words felt like they took a great deal of my strength again, and I felt I couldn’t feign composure to stand in front of Ji Chin, so I hurried to my room and closed the door.

 

       I’m so tired, why no one likes me now?

 

       They all prefer that Ze’an. My friend, my parents, the person I like, and so I too began to wonder why I had come back. I was like a villain, no one expected me to return.

 

       It was as if trying so hard to come back was just to make a fool of myself.

 

       My first head-to-head encounter with Ji Qin was at the class’s graduation party.

 

       I had had a crush on Ji Qin for so long, but Ji Qin was so indifferent to strangers, and I have no idea what to do. Except for secretly following him with my eyes, which I only feared would turn him off.

 

       It wasn’t until the year he graduated that one of Fu Shan’s best friends got together with one of the boys in Ji Qin’s class, and Fu Shan cheekily asked to be able to attend the graduation party, bringing me along with her.

 

       I was so excited that I tidied myself up and went to participate.

 

       Their graduation party was first held in a popular restaurant for students. After everyone finished eating, they changed the venue to a KTV1karaoke place. There were about twenty people in total. Unfortunately, I was not able to share a table with Ji Qin in the restaurant, but I finally got to sit opposite him at the KTV thanks to Fu Shan’s help.

 

       Ji Qin didn’t sing and was playing with his phone with an indifferent expression on his face, so I secretly raised my eyes to look at him, to see his beautiful brows and slender fingers, and the more I looked, the more I liked him. This was the first time I was so close to him.

 

       Ji Qin suddenly put away his phone, as if he noticed my gaze, and raised his head in my direction, just in time to capture the gaze I didn’t have time to retract.

 

       At the moment when our eyes met, my brain was stunned, my cheeks quickly flushed red, and even a little sweat broke out on my body. I quickly avoided his gaze, I was so nervous that I didn’t know what to do.

 

       Would he find out that I liked him?

 

       After singing on KTV for a long time, a group of people couldn’t help but get tired of singing. There was a lot of commotion about playing a game of Truth or Dare, and they ordered alcohol as if they wouldn’t return until they were drunk.

 

       I was nervous again because I couldn’t drink.

 

       But Fu Shan pulled me to let me participate, she thought it was a very good opportunity to get close to Ji Qin. Generally speaking, after a few rounds of games like this, everyone would be able to get to know each other well. I thought it was reasonable.

 

       I could only secretly pray that I won’t be pulled to drink.

 

       In the first few rounds, perhaps God heard my prayers and I was safe. Ji Qin was chosen to have a Dare of eating a Pocky with a girl. He refused and ended up drinking a whole glass of wine. While I was secretly happy, I was also a little disappointed.

 

       He didn’t seem to like this type of game.

 

       In the end, I didn’t expect that in the next round, it would be my turn to be selected for a 15-second mouth-to-mouth Dare with No. 4. I was taken aback by the noise of a group of people shouting and cheering. I was about to just let it go about not drinking, and found that No. 4 was actually Ji Qin.

 

       I was dumbfounded and looked at him blankly, and he frowned at me, his gaze was dark and unclear.

 

       Through the atmosphere, I somehow got a little courage. This was a great opportunity, if, if this was the last time I could see Ji Qin…

 

       I plucked up my courage and leaned in his direction. He frowned and seemed to duck backwards as if trying to hide. I didn’t give him this chance, and I reached out and quickly pressed the back of his head—

 

       The next second, I put my lips lightly on his lips.

 

       The people around seemed to be screaming, and I couldn’t hear it very clearly, but I could clearly hear Ji Qin’s messy breathing, and I could even smell the faint smell of alcohol on him—it should have been the party dare he drank. It all made me dizzy, and I felt as if I was dreaming, but I knew for sure that it wasn’t.

 

       Someone was counting down, and I pressed my lips against him a little nervously, and I was suddenly eager to taste the wine he’d just had, so I did so. I carefully stuck my tongue out and licked his lips, he was drinking a fruity c-cktail that was sweet and I liked it so much that I forgot that I never seemed to have had alcohol before.

 

       I was still in a daze when I suddenly felt as if the tip of my tongue had been licked. I was startled, and before I could react, I was pushed away by Ji Qin.

 

       Someone next to him shouted, “Fifteen seconds is up!”

 

       “You’re too brave, Fang Ze’an! You actually dare to go!”

 

       …

 

       I dumbly touched my lips and subconsciously went to look at Ji Qin across the room. His lips became very rosy, he stared at me for a while and withdrew his gaze with a puzzled look.

 

       …Did he just kiss me?


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Chapter 3

       After I split up with Fu Shan, I felt very tired. I felt that a long time ago, my life was very simple, and I was happy every day. In Fu Shan’s words, as happy as a fool every day.

 

       But after I came back, I was very unhappy.

 

       I liked Ji Qin very much, but Ji Qin had the words unwelcome written all over his face. I met my best friend, Fu Shan, and it turned out that she also preferred that fake Ze’an.

 

       What am I left with? Oh, my parents…

 

       I perked up a little. I chatted with my parents on WeChat in the past few days, and I didn’t expose any flaws. They were the ones who gave birth to me and raised me, so they wouldn’t dislike me too, right?

 

       I immediately bought a bunch of flowers, fruits and vegetables and rushed to my old home. My mother opened the door, I hadn’t seen her for two years, and the moment I saw her, tears fell from my eyes, and I shouted, “Mom!”

 

       Two years was not a long time, but it was not a short time either. I felt that my mother had more grey hair on her head, and I don’t know if it was just my illusion.

 

       My mother sighed and complained, “Why are you so emotional all of a sudden? And you’re carrying so many things. What are you crying for? Come on in.”

 

       I wiped away my tears and followed her into the house, “Where’s dad?”

 

       My mother carried my things to the living room and said, “He’ll be back later. What do you want to eat tonight, why are you here all of a sudden, I’ll buy it for you.”

 

       “Ah, I remember you told me last time that liked my crucian carp soup best. Should I get the fish?”

 

       I was stunned when I heard the words. My mother’s crucian carp soup was indeed very good, but my favourite was her braised pork ribs. I could finish two bowls of rice with the soup.

 

       Unable to erase the presence of the fake Ze’an, I had to laugh, “What about braised pork ribs? I want to eat it too.”

 

       My mother was about to leave the house, and when she heard my words, she turned back and said, “You want ribs again? Didn’t you say you didn’t think it was refreshing enough? I haven’t made them in ages…”

 

       I gave her a perfunctory mumble and she didn’t bother to say too much, told me to wait and merrily went off to buy groceries.

 

       I was annoyed by the presence of the fake Ze’an, but I couldn’t help it.

 

       Dad returned in the evening and wasn’t surprised to see me. He smiled and said, “You’ve come to see us again, I was still nagging at you for not coming a while ago.”

 

       My hand that was holding the ribs stopped. Does the while ago refer to the time when I first returned?

 

       In fact, it hadn’t been that long, but I was a bit scared to meet my parents because of everything I’d been through so far. I thought of first relying on texting and exchanging messages to gain a little sense of security before going to them, so the changes wouldn’t be so noticeable.

 

       My mother said, “Yeah, you visit us every now and then. Don’t you still get annoyed with us in college? It seems like you’ve really grown up. Now you and I could chatter and listen to each other patiently. How nice it would have been.”

 

       I stared at the rice in the bowl and said softly, “Is that so…”

 

       As if thinking of something, Dad smiled and said, “How’s xiao Ji doing these days? Why didn’t he come along?”

 

       Huh? Which xiao Ji?

 

       …Ji Qin?

 

       My brain took a hit and for a moment and I didn’t get what they meant—did the fake Ze’an even come out1come out as gay for me……

 

       “It’s not a fight, is it?” My mother looked at my expression. As if she had realized something, put down her chopsticks and started preaching, “I think xiao Ji likes you very much. Now that you have grown up, you should be considerate and understanding of each other when you live together, you know? It all comes down to this. Don’t do that silent treatment to the other person ah……”

 

       The moon was high in the trees when I returned, my head was blank as I carried a box of chocolates for Ji Qin that my parents had forced on me.

 

       The fake Ze’an, he did a really good job…

 

       He was filial, mature, brave, stable and understanding. He was so good at everything, everyone loved him, and who else would want to look back at the plain, ordinary, silly me?

 

       How was I supposed to continue my life as the original owner of this body?


Notes:
Tbh this story just made me feel uncomfortable in a way. Imagine someone got isekaid to your body, do their isekai protagonist thing and then left. Then you came back, and everything changed, and then they thought you are the fake one…


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Chapter 2

       Ji Qin liked to fish out what I knew regarding that Ze’an very much. He resisted looking at me directly, yet he wanted to know everything about that one person.

 

       “When will he come back?” Ji Qin often asked me this question.

 

       I said honestly, “I don’t think he’s coming back.”

 

       The man had only lived in my body for a short time, and I hadn’t expected him to be so popular. It was as if now I was a dove who had taken over the magpie’s nest.

 

       Ji Qin fell into silence again, I leaned over and changed the subject with a smile, “There’s a new movie that’s been released recently. I’ve seen good reviews on the internet, do you want to go see it?”

 

       He took a big step back as if he had encountered a beast and didn’t dare to look at me as he hurried back to his room.

 

       I grimaced; he was such a buzzkill.

 

       That Ze’an was inside me for only two years. It was a pity that I didn’t know have an inkling about what had happened so far. Otherwise, I would like to imitate that person a little, so that the difference between him and me would not be so big, and people would not find the difference in a short time.

 

       I also changed jobs. The fake Ze’an had worked as a studio teacher for the past two years, and I didn’t know anything about drawing. After I quit, I applied for a job as a programmer. Fortunately, my diploma was my own, so it was not too difficult to find a job.

 

       Fake Ze’an’s seemed to have a cold personality. He hadn’t posted much about his life in the Moments in recent years, and there were few photos in the album. I casually flipped through the address book and was stunned. He even sent only send messages in a few words to others, and if he could solve it in one word, you would never send more than that.

 

       He was not afraid to offend people.

 

       God, it was too different from my personality.

 

       But he was so well-liked that I was often approached to get together. I refused several times for fear of blowing my cover until one day another person came to me and I agreed.

 

       Finally, it was someone I knew.

 

       My college classmate Fu Shan.

 

       I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw his invitation. In the past few months, I always felt like an evil spirit who had stolen someone else’s body. I didn’t even dare to socialise too much with people when I went to work and came home every day.

 

       In fact, Fu Shan and I were actually quite close, and I remember seeing each other quite a lot in the past. She knew exactly what was going on inside me. I retraced the chat log several times and felt there should be no problem, so I braced up and answered the appointment.

 

       In the end, Fu Shan’s appearance also changed. In my memory, she had that well-behaved girl look with flat bangs, black, long straight hair, and massive energy as a student. Now she looked much more mature, with delicate makeup on her face, a big perm, and expensive-looking clothes. It seemed that she had become a mature white-collar woman.

 

       I waved away the unfamiliarity in my heart and called her with a smile as I did before, “Ah1A Chinese prefix used with a shortened form of peoples’ given names to express familiarity, roughly equivalent to Mister or Miss. Shan!”

 

       Fu Shan, in turn, was particularly not used to it and looked up at me in amazement.

 

       I’d had too many of those looks recently, and I smiled awkwardly, “What are you looking at me for?”

 

       Fu Shan frowned and after a moment of silence said, “You haven’t called me that for a long time.”

 

       I didn’t know what to say and hurriedly asked the waiter to order. I remembered that Fu Shan also liked spicy food. We used to order very spicy hot pot together and said that we would live in Chongqing, Sichuan in the future. But because of the fake Ze’an, I didn’t dare to order anything too spicy. After the waiter asked me how spicy I said I wanted, I had just said medium spicy when Fu Shan stopped me.

 

       “Forget it. It’s not like you can eat spicy right now.” Her tone was indifferent, “Let’s have a mandarin duck pot.”

 

       I was dumbfounded as I watched the waiter nod and leave. Fu Shan sighed again and said to me, “Ze’an, I’m calling you out this time to talk to you about something.”

 

       I saw that she didn’t look happy, so I said carefully, “What’s wrong.”

 

       She paused again for a moment and said, “I thought about what you said last time and thought you were right, so I’m not going to leave.”

 

       I was filled with confusion and a little nervous. What the fake Ze’an had said to her?

 

       “Where were you going?” I asked anxiously, Fu Shan was the person I cared about the most apart from my parents and Ji Qin, but I actually knew nothing about her now.

 

       Fu Shan gave me a strange look, “What’s wrong with you? My company wanted to send me to work in Singapore before, and I can’t bear to part with Song ge. Didn’t you persuade me to stay? I thought about it carefully and think you are right.”

 

       I was stuck. Who was Song ge again?

 

       I’ve been away for those two years without knowing anything about everything, so depressing.

 

       “But I still have to think about what to say to the company…….” Fu Shan sighed and said enviously, “Ze’an, I really envy you, you have grown up a lot, and you are not as reckless as before. If you were me, I’m sure it wouldn’t bother me as much.”

 

       I snorted and said embarrassedly, “Haha, I’m that good, huh?”

 

       Fu Shan said, “Yeah, every time I talk to you, I feel like I learn a lot. Looking back now, we were really too stupid and innocent before…”

 

       I watched her sigh in silence, not knowing what to say. Coincidentally, the hotpot was being served, and I pretended to say that I wanted to eat so that I wouldn’t have time to talk about something that wasn’t there.

 

       I stared at the mandarin duck pot, thought for a while, and put the ingredients into the clear soup pot.

 

       …Ah, I feel so sad.


Notes:
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Chapter 1

       “What’s the date today?”

 

       He asked me, and I was stunned for a moment. I quickly looked up at the calendar and replied, “The seventh day of the first lunar month.”

 

       He didn’t say anything and I added in a lighter tone, “Three more days until February 14, Valentine’s Day.”

 

       With a gloomy expression, he got up heavily and went back to the house, as if what he was about to spend was not Valentine’s Day, but Qingming Festival1Qingming festival is a holiday devoted to remembering and honouring the deceased, people sweep and decorate gravesites, burn incense. and paper money, and make food offerings..

 

       So the smile on my face slowly faded.

 

       Perhaps for him, it was indeed the Qingming Festival.

 

       I was actually glad that he was willing to talk to me today. Although he and I lived in the same house, he treated me as if I were a piece of talking furniture—he rarely even looked at me.

 

       We met regularly, but it was sad to see how far our relationship had become.

 

       I could probably guess why he suddenly asked me this question.

 

       Because in a few days, it would be my first year living with him, and the first year his lover has disappeared.

 

       I wanted to spend Valentine’s Day with him too.

 

       But I, for one, couldn’t say it.

 

       Within the first month of my return, he found out once and for all that I was not his lover.

 

       Maybe he thought I just had amnesia before? However, perhaps because the gap between me and that person before was so big, he finally couldn’t hold back and said directly, “You’re not Ze’an, aren’t you?”

 

       I wanted to say that I was Ze’an, I always had been. But when I met his sure, suspicious, and slightly questioning gaze, I realised which Ze’an he was talking about.

 

       But I really was Ze’an. My mouth opened and closed, hesitating and not knowing how to respond to him.

 

       He said, “You like spicy food, but Ze’an can’t touch any spicy food. You like to play games, Ze’an never plays games. You only know how to code and program, Ze’an can draw and sing, but you are tone deaf…”

 

       He paused slightly, “On top of that, Ze’an is left-handed and you’re not.”

 

       “Your handwriting is completely different.”

 

       I was stunned when I heard it. I didn’t expect that in just one month, he had figured out all the details.

 

       He said again, “Who are you? Where is Ze’an?”

 

       I calmed my breathing, met his eyes and smiled, “Ji Qin, I really am Ze’an.”

 

       I swore I wasn’t lying.

 

       He frowned and was about to speak when I said, “But it’s true that the Ze’an you spoke of is no longer here.”

 

       “—he’s gone.”

 

       I made a gesture that he had departed from my head and said with a smile.

 

       His expression went blank for a moment as if all the light in his life had been taken from him by me. I pursed my lips and slowly withdrew my smile.

 

       It was hard to come back, but I didn’t seem to be welcomed.


Notes:
Hello, I’m back with another BE shorts~ This time I’m going to take my time updating but I won’t take too long to update each chapter, just enough so I could focus on the other series too (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

On the first day of lunar month matter, bean helped me to look around and found that the author may mean that it’s the first lunar month on 2019, kek
Thank you beann~

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