After crossing over, he did not obtain the original memories of this body, and his own memories had been stripped away.

Stripped away, meaning he could easily recall certain things.

Including wetting the bed at age two, falling down at age three, being sent to the orphanage at age four, and even the faces of his long-deceased parents, which had long since faded and been forgotten in his memory.

Everything was so clear. He could browse through over twenty years of memories at will, accurate to the minute, accurate to the second. Like a bystander, with a single thought, vivid images would appear in his mind—absolutely high-definition, uncensored.

However, for a hardcore bachelor who had been single for twenty-three years, whether it was censored or not didn’t make much difference...

He lay in bed, flipping through his memories, especially those before the age of four, when his parents were still alive. This was what he had longed for most during his years in the orphanage, and also what he lacked the most...

He watched every frame until his consciousness began to blur...

……

“Son-in-law...”

“Son-in-law, son-in-law, time to get up...”

“Son-in-law, hurry up, this morning you have to accompany Miss to pay respects to the master and madam.”

He didn’t know when he fell asleep last night. Grace Carter’s eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and Sophie’s crisp voice rang in his ears. He turned over and mumbled, “Don’t bother me, let me sleep a little longer...”

“If you don’t get up now, it’ll be too late!”

“Son-in-law, son-in-law...”

……

The maid named Sophie pushed his body, but Grace Carter didn’t budge. The little maid pouted and ran out, shouting loudly, “Miss, the son-in-law can’t get up in the morning!”

Chapter 4: A Thorny Case

“Miss, the son-in-law can’t get up in the morning!”

Sophie was at the age when a girl’s voice is at its sharpest and clearest. Grace Carter felt that with her shouting, the entire Zhong residence could hear.

Grace Carter actually had good habits, but since he had just arrived in this world, he wasn’t quite used to everything yet. He had insomnia until late last night, and in the morning, he could barely open his eyes.

After being shouted at by Sophie a few times, he was completely awake.

“Can’t get up in the morning” and “can’t get it up in the morning” are two entirely different concepts.

This was an insult to his character—no man could tolerate it.

But even if he couldn’t tolerate it, he had to. He couldn’t exactly go and prove it to Sophie himself.

He got up quickly, washed up at lightning speed, and then went with Emily Walker to meet his nominal father- and mother-in-law.

He had met his father-in-law yesterday, but this was the first time meeting his mother-in-law. Grace Carter actually felt like a new bride meeting her in-laws.

His father-in-law looked stern, but his mother-in-law was the opposite—she gave off a gentle and warm feeling. Upon meeting her, Grace Carter finally understood where Emily Walker’s temperament came from.

As for Emily Walker, his nominal wife, she was like a pool of clear water, calm and undisturbed, neither warm nor distant toward him.

Grace Carter didn’t mind this. They were truly “people from two different worlds.” What he was thinking about now was not how to build a relationship with her or harmonize as a couple, but how to return home.

He began to read every book he could get his hands on, trying to find even the slightest clue.

Every day, he would carry away a large stack of books from Emily Walker’s study, returning them the next day and borrowing new ones.

He locked himself in his room, reading all day. Except for eating, sleeping, and using the restroom, he never went out.

Thus, in the minds of the Zhong family’s servants, the image of this new son-in-law gradually became clearer.

He was a true bookworm—they had never seen anyone so “dull” as this bookworm.

Miss was so beautiful, and a famously talented woman in Lingzhou City. How could she not be more attractive than a pile of books?

Lily Carter stood in the courtyard, glanced at the tightly closed door, then turned and asked, “Has he been like this for the past half month?”

Emily Walker nodded and said, “He’s already finished reading all the books in my study.”

Lily Carter scratched her head, then looked at Emily Walker and lowered her voice, “A bookworm who studies like this must have a hard time passing the exams, right? Among all the scholars you know, there’s no one like this...”

“Yes, definitely.” Before Emily Walker could answer, Lily Carter comforted herself.

Generally speaking, bookworms who only know how to study by rote rarely have a bright future. It wasn’t really her fault for holding him back—telling herself this made her feel a bit better.

Sophie glanced into the room and said admiringly, “That’s not true. The son-in-law must have always studied this hard. If he hadn’t lost his memory, maybe he could have become the top scholar in the future...”

Lily Carter’s face turned pale at these words, as if an arrow had struck her chest.

So, she might have held back a future top scholar?

She rubbed her temples and asked, “Has he done anything else strange these days?”

Sophie thought for a moment and said, “Sometimes the son-in-law laughs for no reason, sometimes he looks worried, and he often talks to himself. Oh, and every day he goes out to chat with a group of beggars...”

Lily Carter’s face turned even paler. This wasn’t just amnesia from being hit by her—he clearly had a screw loose as well...