The middle-aged man jumped up excitedly, hurried over to support William Foster, and said, “Young master, you’ve been in a daze for three years, of course you’re going to feel dizzy!”

William Foster was secretly delighted: “But it seems I’ve forgotten a lot of things!”

“Young master, as long as you’re awake, that’s all that matters. I’ll tell you everything you’ve forgotten.”

……

Half a day later, William Foster was tired from listening, and Jason Foster and Little White were tired from talking, so they let him rest.

Lying in bed, William Foster touched his pajamas, his heart surging with emotion.

The original owner of this body, after being in a state similar to dementia for three years, had survived on milk and chicken soup, and even ginseng soup from time to time. But today, he finally followed his father in death, and the William Foster who had arrived from New York Harbor took over.

The Yongle era—William Foster knew this was the reign title of the famous Yongle Emperor, but at present, the Ming capital was in Nanjing, and Beijing was still called Beiping.

The original owner was already grieving his father’s death, and on the last day of the funeral, he was even rejected by his fiancée. Unable to accept it all at once, he fell into a stupor.

“I’m actually a young master? Hahaha!” William Foster excitedly raised his thin right hand, wanting to bite it to see if he was dreaming.

“Huh! What’s this? I don’t have a tattoo!”

On William Foster’s right forearm, a ship anchor tattoo was strikingly visible. William Foster rubbed his eyes and bit down on it.

“Ow! That hurts!”

In his daze, William Foster felt himself enter a vast space, filled with all sorts of things. Rows upon rows of warehouses, densely packed shipping containers...

“What the—! Where is this place?”

William Foster was a little scared, tiptoeing to the door of a warehouse. He reached out and pushed—the door opened.

It was a cold storage room, white mist swirling inside, with large slabs of beef neatly stacked.

William Foster picked up a piece of beef. In the June weather, the frozen, rock-hard meat made his hand go numb.

“How come the ice here hasn’t melted?” William Foster was puzzled, then went to another warehouse, which was filled with rice—Thai jasmine rice, no less.

After checking out more than a dozen warehouses, William Foster was stunned. He walked into a nearby office, only to be even more shocked.

On the desk in the office sat a cup of coffee. He reached out to touch it—the coffee was actually hot.

“Holy crap!”

Overjoyed, William Foster had just cursed when he found himself back on the carved wooden bed.

“Could this be an illusion?” Without hesitation, William Foster bit the anchor tattoo again.

“I’m back in! Hahahaha!” Standing in the vast space, William Foster laughed triumphantly with his hands on his hips.

Next, William Foster tested his ability to bring things in and out. Sure enough, with just a thought, he could take things out or bring them in.

William Foster looked at the frozen beef in his hand, trembling. “I’m rich! I’m rich!”

And in a place he hadn’t seen, there was another area of warehouses and containers, with Chinese characters showing where they came from...

Chapter 2: The Virtuous and Gentle Fiancée

On the third day, William Foster was finally able to get out of bed, trembling, with Little White supporting him.

Little White had no name. She was sold into the Fang household at age six, and at ten, she experienced the great upheaval of the Fang family. At that time, because William Foster was unconscious and the buyer of the main house was pressing for the sale, the head steward Jason Foster made the decision that anyone who wanted to leave could be given their deed of sale.

Little White had no family and didn’t want to leave, so she followed them to this manor and continued to serve William Foster.

“Young master, be careful.” Little White stood behind William Foster, supporting him lightly, her young face full of worry.

William Foster waved his hand, steadied himself on an osmanthus tree, and looked out at the endless land ahead, suddenly shouting, “I, William Foster, am a landlord now too!”

Over three hundred mu of land, and now it was early summer. The farmers, men and women alike, were working in the fields, while their unattended children played at the edge of the fields.

The osmanthus tree was large, blocking the blazing sun from William Foster. He watched the scene before him with great interest, until a piece of news startled him.

“Young master, aren’t you... going to see the young lady from the Zhang family?” Little White came over to support William Foster, biting her lip, hesitantly voicing her concern.

“The young lady from the Zhang family?” William Foster was confused, then scolded, “Didn’t that young lady break off the engagement with me? Why would I go see her? Do you want your young master to embarrass himself?”

Little White’s face was full of panic, and she made as if to kneel. William Foster quickly grabbed her, and because his body hadn’t fully recovered, he almost fell himself. Frowning, he said, “What are you doing? Get up, let’s talk properly.”

“Yes, young master.” Little White straightened up and pointed to three small houses to the north. “Young master, after you and the Zhang family broke off the engagement, the young lady from the Zhang family had a falling out with her family. She asked to be expelled from her home and followed us here, living there ever since.”

Feudal etiquette ruins lives! If I hadn’t woken up, wouldn’t that young lady’s life have been ruined forever?

“Come on, help me go see her.” The love rookie William Foster couldn’t suppress his excitement and wanted to see Grace Bolton, who had remained devoted to him.