Plain Jane from China (Patreon)

 Part 1

"Ohhhh... ahhh... oh my god! Yes, yes, yes! Chasey, you are the best! Don't stop, please!"

'Her cries are music to my ears. I know she is going to cum soon. I know because the walls of her vagina start to close around me, trying to force me out. God, I will need to write a book someday about how to satisfy a woman. I'm fucking brilliant at it and...'

"Marry me, Chasey! Dump your bitch and marry me, now! AHHH! YEES! I'm CUMMING!"

"Quiet, you little slut. Don't let the whole building hear us," Chase laughed, closing her mouth with his hand, while keeping on fucking her. 'Having sex, a week before the wedding with the maid of honor was the last thing that I thought I would do,' Chase thought. 'But it is fun. I wonder what my fiancé would think if she saw us now?... Although she is just an ordinary hole, like all the others, that is waiting for me. If it weren't for her father, who owns the company that I want to merge with mine, she would never even had a chance...'

"Yes, yes, yes, AHHHHH!" finally screamed the girl and went limp under him. Chase was still pumping into her, but a few moments later, he came himself. 'Damn it, I should have used a condom. She is probably not on pills. But whatever. I'll send her a bottle of morning-after pill, or two.'

He left her lying on the floor of her hotel room and went to the balcony, which had an incredible view of the city. Warm breeze caressed his body, and he felt amazing. He was a king of the world at the moment, and nothing could change it.

"Your phone, sweety." Suddenly the voice behind him said, and Chase turned around. The girl handed him his phone and gave him a passionate kiss, then went back inside.

Chase looked at the screen and saw three missed calls. All of them were from one unknown number. 'Probably some scammers or something.' Chase decided and already wanted to put the phone away, when suddenly it started ringing again. Same number.

"Yes," Chase answered, a bit annoyed.

"Mr. Wilson, it's Dr. John. Do you remember me?" a voice on the other side said.

"No," Chase replied and was about to end the call.

"I'm the doctor who took care of your father in his last months."

'God damn... my father, this asshole. When will he finally die? How much longer can I pretend to be a loving son, so that he will finally transfer the rest of the business to me? In fact, now I manage the entire company, and he just gets money and... hinders me with his prohibitions and requests about MY business!'

"I have a very important matter to discuss with you," continued Dr. John.

"Then talk," said Chase. "And make it quick. I have a wedding to attend soon, and a lot to do before." he looked through the transparent window at how sexy doll was walking around in her underwear.

"I can't tell you everything on the phone, Mr. Wilson, but It's very important and this concerns you personally. I don't want to scare you, but if you don't hurry to my office, then, in the worst-case scenario, the situation can be beyond control."

"Beyond control? Doctor, stop the drama. You will make a fortune if you will go to Hollywood..." he paused, because candy was starting to suck him off. "Ugh... Listen, just tell everything to my assistant and she will make an appointment. Now, bye."

"But Mr. Wilson! Please listen! This is-" Chase hung up and threw the phone on the floor, then grabbed hair of girl and started to fuck her mouth. 'Crazy old man. Why the hell is he bothering me at such time?'

Part 2

'They have sent me an image of the girl. She is an Asian and looks poor. What an ugly face. And she looks stupid. Why are these poor girls always so stupid? Maybe they are not educated, but they are still able to think, so why is it that none of them is smart enough to use their brain for getting money and being happy, instead of whining and complaining all the time about how unfair the world is and how their lives suck?... Anyway, she doesn't seem to be dangerous'

"Mr. Wilson, are you listening to me? Are you sure you are okay with this?" the voice on the other end said, interrupting Chase's thoughts. "Because if you change your mind, we can still try to find another solution." continued one of the lawyer, who was sitting opposite to him.

'What an idiot! Of course, I am not okay. How could any man be okay with changing into a poor woman, whose life will be worse than that of a street dog. But what choice do I have? I can't risk losing everything that I have.'

"If I change my mind, government's agents will put me in some psycho hospital, right? Damn it. What can I do? Just sign this fucking document and let's get it over with!" he yelled, grabbing a pen and scribbling his signature. "Better check again everything, especially the part where it says, that this exchange is to be a secret. I didn't want that somebody, like the press, found out."

'Can't believe I'm doing this... Damn government, damn scientists. Now it all depends on these lawyers, but I paid them well and they know their stuff. They will give her all the instructions so that she does not spoil anything while she is in my body... Okay, even in the worst case scenario, I will not be in her body for more than a week and during this time I will always be in touch with this Hui-something-min, or whatever her name is... Week, shit! This is so damn bad timing! How will I explain this to my fiancé? If she finds out... No, she can't find out. Ever. She would go crazy if she learns the truth, and will try to kill herself. She loves me so much... crazy bitch.'

"We will take care of everything," reassured him a lawyer, looking at the picture of the girl who is about to change places with Chase. "She is quite... umm, attractive."

"Shut up. Don't tell me about it, or I'll throw up," Chase said angrily. "Okay, let's go to the laboratory and finish this nonsense once and for all. Once again, I want this cunt to always be in touch with me and for you to personally control it. And make sure that the switch is not going to happen until the day of the wedding, so I can enjoy the last few days as a free man. Also, I need to know all the details, what's happening with my body while she is using it! Shit! This is so fucked up!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Wilson. We will do our best," the second lawyer, who was sitting beside the first one, said, smiling. "Just pretend that you completely agree with what scientists say about Just pretend you totally agree with what scientists say about 'soul DNA' or how they call it. We are sure that it is mistake and we easily will prove it when this girl will be in your place. The first test will show that her soul does not match the DNA of your body and-"

"Shut up, I don't care about the details," Chase cut him off, standing up. "Do your fucking job and get me out of this situation as soon as possible. I pay you, so that you do the work. And if everything goes according to plan, I will pay you even twice as much. Deal?"

"Deal, Mr. Wilson."

Part 3

The first thing that Chase saw when he woke up, was a very blurry ceiling. He blinked, trying to focus his eyes, but the picture did not become clear. Even when he moved his head, the objects around him still remained a blurry mess. 'Damn it, what they have done with my eyes?' Chase cursed mentally, noticing how the silhouette of a man in a white coat was moving toward him.

"How are you feeling, Huimin? Do you recognize me?"

"Where am I? Who are you?... Who is Huimin?" Chase asked. His voice sounded strange, very quiet and squeaky. "I feel... I can't see, who is that?"

"Maybe because you don't have glasses on," said the doctor and handed him something. 'Glasses?' Chase thought, putting them on. The world around him suddenly became clear, but still was a bit blurry, like he was looking through the camera with a soft filter on.

"This is... shit! My hands are tiny! Why my hands are so small and weak?!" Chase exclaimed, trying to lift his arm. The hand was small and delicate, with tiny fingers covered with ugly brown spots. He looked down at his body and froze, staring. Instead of a muscular, perfect figure, he now saw a small and flat chest, with some strange bumps on top, which were covered with a bra. "Damn, man, is it fucking bra?!" Chase screamed hooking his finger under the strap while long black hair was falling on his shoulders. "I'm Chase, you should know it!" he yelled, staring at the doctor who was smiling.

"Yes, yes... Chase" and wrote something down on a notebook. "You should know, that you are not Chase anymore. Your name is Huimin and..."

"What the fuck? Stop talking gibberish. I'm Chase Wilson, the billionaire, my damn lawyers should-"

"They should nothing, young lady," the doctor interrupted. "Forget about lawyers and everything else that is connected with Chase Wilson. You are Huimin now. Huang Huimin. Chinese girl from small city and you have never seen or heard of Chase Wilson. Got it?"

"Got it, got it. Whatever. Where is my phone? I will call him and..." Chase started, but stopped talking when a doctor handed him a mobile. "What the hell is this?!" he cried out, looking at small, outdated model.

"That's your phone," replied the doctor, chuckling.

"Bullshit! That's not a phone! It's a piece of crap! Give me my iPhone with my damn contacts and... and everything else." his eyes noticed hieroglyphs which he now easily could understand and read. 'What... how the hell?'

Part 4

"Damn, girl. Don't swear. I do not care who you are or who you were before. But now, you are a girl and I am a man and older than you, so show respect, understood? Now, look," the doctor grabbed his hand and led to the table. "There are documents with information that you need to read. Take it and memorize everything. There are-"

"Documents, documents. Yeah, whatever. Where is my personal assistant? Or at least somebody to help me with things," Chase said, opening one of the files.

"Personal assistant?" laughed the doctor. "In China, we have a saying, 'Find joy in simplicity and integrity' and you should learn it. You are not a rich boss here, so forget about your luxury life. You are an ordinary girl, Huang Huimin and your life is ordinary... You know that this procedure was top secret, thanks to your stupid lawyers, right?"

"What does it mean?"

"It means, that for me it's a bunch of new problems with the paperwork. And for you it means, that nobody in China knows or will know that you are not Huang Huimin. And if anyone found out, there will be big trouble, especially for you. Our government will not stand on ceremony with those who violate state secrets! You are now officially Huang Huimin and you were never even here, so take these fucking papers and get out! Go, go, go. Don't waste time." Doctor waved his hand, pointing to the door, obviously showing that he was fed up with all this and that Chase had pissed him off.

Chase took the folder, threw the phone on the bed, and stood up. He was a very shorter than before and everything around him seemed to be much larger. But for some reason his attention was more drawn to the feeling of emptiness between his legs and he instinctively put his hand down there, to find only flat area and squeal.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't touch yourself there," doctor shouted. "Go home and read the documents. Remember, you were never here. This conversation and everything else should remain a secret. Got it, Huimin?... Huimin?" Chase realized, that doctor was talking to him and he nodded his head, while doctor handed him a small handbag and pushed him outside the door.

Part 5

Chase walked away from the building and stood for a while, not knowing where to go. 'This doctor is just some kind of madman. Who is going to believe that I'm some Chinese girl? Nobody. And what the hell did he say about state secrets?! I was talking about the fact that journalists shouldn't find out anything about the exchange. What does the fucking government have to do with it, especially the Chinese one?!... Well, whatever.' he looking for someone similar to the person hired to drive him, according to the instructions, but saw only unknown people. 'Where the hell is the driver, who is supposed to meet me? What a great job. Can't trust anyone.'

Chase opened the purse, looking for money, or maybe a wallet with credit cards. 'Of course, nothing. Only useless junk. Some tickets, receipts, keys... wait. Maybe these are keys for an apartment or a car. I should look closer and... ' he found a picture in a wallet. The picture showed him, or rather Chase Wilson, smiling at the camera. 'What is this crap? Why is a photo of me in the wallet of this bitch?... Damn, I don't give a shit. Maybe there is something interesting in these stupid papers.' He opened the folder and froze. Everything was in hieroglyphs and again he understood it all perfectly. 'What the fucking hell?! How come I can read this? They said that they won't fit into my brain! But apparently, they did. I can understand Chinese, as if it was my native language.'

Chase started to read the papers carefully, trying to find something that would make him feel better, but nothing of that sort appeared. Just dry information with a list of data about Huimin:

'Name: Huang Huimin. Place of Birth: Yezhouzhen, Hubei Province, China etc. ...' Everything about her personal life, including information about her family and her current work and place of residence, was written here, along with a whole bunch of nonsense. '...work: saleswoman in the shoe store, of course, where else could such a poor and stupid girl work?... damn, i'm sick of all of this! I need to get the hell out of here, go home, take a shower, have a good meal, and relax. Damn, I feel like I haven't slept for 24 hours and my whole body hurts! This is a nightmare!'

Suddenly Chase noticed a car approaching him. He felt relief, thinking that this was the car that was supposed to take him to the airport, or at least to a hotel, because he was not ready to face all the Chinese people. However, when the car stopped, the driver did not come out, only lowered the window.

"Xyz me, yng ldy. D u knw wr s th nrst McDnlds?" a foreigner, sitting behind the wheel, asked. Chase looked at him. A middle-aged European guy, dressed casually, and a huge backpack was lying next to him on the back seat. 'What is he talking about??!'

"What did you say, you asshole?! English, damn it, speak English!" Chase snapped, feeling annoyed.

"Ah, sahr-ree, sahr-ree, aye did-nt theenk thaht yew woe-nt undur-stand Ing-glish" he said with a smile and turned his head, looking somewhere else. 'Wait a second... Did he just... speak English?' Suddenly Chase realized. 'Holy crap! I'm not only reading in Chinese, but speaking and understanding too! And I don't know English!?!... Fuck!'

"M'y u knw wr s th nrst McDnlds?" he tried again, smiling friendly. 'McDonalds?! It's not my driver?! He just wanna know the way to fucking McDonalds?!'

"No. Fuck. McDoubles!" Chase shouted, angry with heavy Chinese accent on English words, which he barely find in his mind and pronounced wrongly, almost not recognizing the sounds. "Mc-fuck-Doubleas!" he yelled and the driver just shrugged and drove away.

Part 6

Chase looked again at the paper, hoping that it is mistake. But no, adress was correct and this was the place, where he was supposed to live. 'It's impossible! This is an ugly, old and shabby house, in a dirty yard! It looks like a dump. There is a freaking dumpster next to the entrance. Damn it! This is the place, where I'm going to live during this fucking week?!'

Chase got here a few minutes ago and the journey was not easy at all. At first he walked to the nearest hotel to make a call and order a taxi. But, unfortunately, nobody wanted to listen to a poor Chinese girl and the receptionist was not very nice. When he asked her to call a cab, the receptionist looked at him, with disgust on her face and said: "Listen, you little whore. Get the hell out of here, before I call the police, okay?! Do you hear me? Get lost!" and slammed on the table, causing Chase to jump. He didn't expect such a reaction and felt confused. First time in his life, someone was talking to him with such an attitude and he didn't know how to react. He usually talked like that to other people, not vice versa.

The only logical path left at the moment was to go to the address given in the papers. It was far, and he had no idea how to travel in this city, but somehow he figured out that to do this he had to go to the bus stop. Chase went there, trying to figure out how everything works and when he found a bus, which seemed correct, he entered. But immediately the conductor asked him for a ticket and Chase, who never had a bus ticket in his entire life, started to get nervous. After some time, he realized how it all worked and the bus took him close to the place where he had to be.

And finally after two hours, a long walk and a lot of cursing, he was now standing in front of the building and looking around. 'Damn. This is just a fucking disaster. I'm sure no one lives here! It's a fucking dump. I'm going back to the hotel and-"

"Hui!!! Where have you been?!" a voice behind him shouted and Chase, startled, jumped and turned around. He saw a Chinese woman, with a cigarette in her hand and a baby in her arms. She was standing at the door and looking at him with an angry expression. "It's your turn to clean the toilet, remember? Or did you forget?!"

'Who the fuck is this bitch?!' Chase thought, feeling annoyed. He wanted to tell her to fuck off, but somehow he managed to stop himself and smiled instead.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. I was just... tired from work and..." he said in Chinese, looking around the yard and then at the woman. She was looking at him angrily and Chase felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, he remembered something that was written in the documents and said, "... and, mom, I brought you cigarettes." He reached into the purse, took out a pack and held it out to her. 'This should calm her down... and, Mom? What the hell did I just say?!'

"Thanks, baby," she said, taking the pack, then kissed the cheek of the baby, who was in her arms, and went back inside.

"Wait, but how-" Chase said, confused, watching her go, but she cut him off.

"I hope the toilet is cleaned by the time I'm back from shopping!" she shouted.

"But..."

"Shut up and do your chores, Hui!"

Part 7

It was dark and gloomy inside the house. Chase could barely see, espesially without glasses, which he took off for a few moments because his eyes were terribly tired. The room was small, with only a few pieces of old, worn out furniture. He went to the closet and found some clothes. They were the same size as those he was wearing, but much older, ugly and very cheap. 'I need pee. I was holding it in all the way from the laboratory. And damn, my mouth is so dry. I would kill for a glass of cold water.'

Intuitively finding the toilet, Chase quickly entered the room and sat down, without thinking. 'Wait, why am I sitting? And I did it without even thinking! Is it... Oh damn, how awesome is this! I never thought that just going to the toilet could feel so good!... Even with a damn pussy!'

When he finished, he flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and suddenly froze, staring at his reflection in the dirty mirror. 'Holy shit! I'm ugly! I look like some cheap and nasty bitch, who just crawled out from the street! Damn it! Why she was so ugly?!' Chase grabbed a cloth that was lying on the edge of the sink, and wiped the mirror, and the image became more clear, but still looked disgusting for him. Even when he let her hair down, the picture did not become prettier. 'I'm a freaking clown. Damn. I need a drink. This is the worst day in my life!'

He opened the door, intending to go to the kitchen and drink some water, but froze again. The light was on in the living room, and an old TV was broadcasting some nonsense. 'What the hell? Is it broken?' He thought and approached the TV, then tapped it lightly on the top, to try and fix it. On the screen was a news channel and Chase saw the familiar face. His own. Ambulances, fire engines and police were everywhere and there were also some reporters, with microphones, running around, and talking to the camera.

"...Wi don no ze ri-zun, but Cheyz Weel-sun, ze bil-yon-air, wuz tei-ken tu ze hos-pi-tul in an am-byoo-lans..." Chase grimaced when he heard the incomprehensible words again and then saw how his fiance was crying and hugging the reporter, trying to talk, but only a sob came out. 'God damn it! How can this bitch dare to show such a scene?! What the hell is happening there?'

Part 8

'Fuck! Why doesn't anything work here?! Why can't I even open fucking Facebook?! Damn, there is internet, but no Facebook and no Twitter and no Instagram!... How the hell am I supposed to contact anyone now?' (Note: These services do not work in China)

Chase was sitting in his new bedroom, where he found an old smartphone, and trying to contact someone. 'I need my personal assistant! I'll fire all these idiots to hell! Damn-'

"Huimin!!! Are you deaf or what?!!" Chase suddenly heard a loud yell, which made him jump, almost dropping the phone. "Why are you sitting here and wasting time, when the toilet is not cleaned?!! You want me to go there and do it myself?!! Get your ass out and-"

"Shut up, damn it!" Chase screamed, losing patience "How dare you talk to me like that?! I'm Chase Wilson, billionaire and CEO of-"

"Chase?" the woman repeated. "What kind of nonsense is this, stupid girl?! You are not Chase, you are Huimin, my daughter. And if you are talking about those government papers in which it was written that you will change places with him, then it's none of my business and I don't care, as long as you live here and help me. And now, get up and do your job!... Huimin?!"

'She... she knows! But why does she seem to not care?'

"What are you doing with my phone? Give it to me!" the woman suddenly grabbed the phone from his hand and, turning on her heels, left the room. "I said, get your ass to the toilet and clean it!!"

"You know that I'm not your daughter and-"

"I know that you were born to my daughter," she suddenly interrupted him, her tone softening. "And that's why you are my daughter, my real daughter, understood? And I also know that this is a state secret and that we shouldn't talk about it. So shut up and don't tell anything about this to anyone, understood, Huimin? Nobody should know, and nobody will. Only we will. And the government scientists."

"I..."

"Shut up and do what I say," she snapped and left the room.

'This is getting worse and worse... I'm a fucking loser. My life sucks. This is a nightmare. And this crazy bitch, who is pretending that everything is fine. What's wrong with her?!!'

Suddenly Chase heard his mother yelling again, "Huimin, get to the toilet, right now! If you are not there within 10 seconds, I'm gonna kick your ass!!"

"Coming mom, coming. Just stop yelling," Chase mumbled and headed for the toilet, cursing all the way. 'This is ridiculous! And why am I again calling her 'mom'?!'

Part 9

"Hello, sweetheart, how was your day?" a middle-aged man asked Huimin, as she was approaching the entrance of the building.

"Umm... fine, Mr. Xu..." she replied quietly and hurriedly entered the lobby, heading for the elevator.

"Hey, wait. Wait for me," the man caught up with her, and together they went to the elevator. He pressed the button and, smiling, turned to her, "Did you miss me, Hui?"

"M-miss you, sir?" Huimin was confused. 'This creepy guy again. Why the hell is he following me? He's already in his 50's or something, damn!'

"Don't be silly. Of course, you did. Because I missed you," the man put his hand on her shoulder, while elevator doors were closing. Huimin tried to move away, but there was no place to go.

It was month since Chase had changed bodies with Huimin. Everything was going bad, and his life was a total disaster. The first few days were the worst and the most difficult. Chase couldn't find anything and everything was very complicated for him. It was a whole new world, where he was no one, had no money, no status, no friends, nothing. He felt helpless and alone, not knowing what to do, because the only thing that he knew, was the life of a rich man.

No one from the US has contacted him, not even his personal assistant. And he decided that he needed to somehow survive here, so he tried to adapt to this life as much as possible.

After a few weeks, Huimin finally got used to her name and the fact that her parents and everyone else were calling her Huimin. She also learned that she get many skills and abilities thanks to the change. Although, of course, this mainly made her angry and frustrated. Because Huimin, when she was Chase never could even think that someday she would have to work in a shoe shop, clean toilets, cook for the family, wash the dishes, clean the house, etc.

"Listen, Hui, I'm already tired of this" the man, who was in the elevator with her, suddenly said and put his hand on her ass. "You are not a princess, so stop being a bitch, okay? If you want to keep your job, then-"

"Don't touch me, you sick old bastard!!" Huimin screamed, slapping his hand and pushing him away. 'What the hell is wrong with this dude?!'

"Okay, calm down, sweetie," he said, putting both his hands up, and stepped back. "I just thought you were looking at me. And you were blushing, and..."

"Blushing? Me?" Huimin blush. "N-no, no, no. It's just that..." 'Why elevator is so slow?!'

"Well, whatever," he said, shrugging. "You work in my store and, as you probably know, I can easily fire you. So think about it and make the right choice." he smiled, stepping out of the elevator. "See you tomorrow."

"See you..." she sighed, feeling tired and depressed.

Part 10

"Mizz, pliz, helb mi chuz ze syz!" A girl's voice called out to Hui, who was arranging the shelves in the corner of the store. 'Uh... another foreign tourist? I hope that she speaks Chinese and that I won't need to use my poor English... Wait a second. Her voice is familiar...' Hui turned and saw a blonde European girl standing in front of her, but didn't recognize her.

"Miss?" Huimin asked, smiling.

"Helb me chuz zes syz, zat one, pleez!" the girl exclaimed, pointing to a pair of black high-heeled shoes on the wall. 'Looks like she wants to try on the shoe. I better give her a smaller one, so she won't waste my time...'

"Of course, miss," Hui took a pair of shoes from the shelf and gave them to the girl. 'Wait, did I see her somewhere before?'

"No, no, no! Ze onez wif heelz, zat one," the girl said, shaking her head, and pointed at another shoe, which was placed on a higher shelf. 'Marcy?! Is it her?! What is she doing here?!!'

"Marcy?" Huimin repeated.

"Waht?! Marcy? Waht u sayin?! Damhm! Helb me chuz zes syz, n-owww!!! Pliz, pleez, helb me!" Marcy yelled, waving her hand at her angrily. 'God, why she is so big?! And she looks angry and upset. Why she is looking at me like I am some kind of worm, or a bug?!!'

"Marcy, are you..."

"Zese shoez arr vreeezy kawl! U a-ree ze werd-est sr-vice-e-ur!" she interrupted and turned her head, obviously searching for someone, and then waved her hand to somebody, who was standing on the street. The one who entered turned out to be Chase - Huimin's former body. 'WHAT THE HELL!!!!!'

Marcy quickly approached him and started to speak with him, looking back at Hui, then whispering something and pointing her finger. On the face of Chase, which was now occupied by Huimin's soul, there was visible annoyance and he looked at Hui with anger. 'It's me! My fiancee is standing there and looking at me, but she doesn't know it's me!'

"Huimin, wait a moment. Huimin!" Huimin ran after him. 'I need to talk to Chase, explain everything, and ask him for help. He can solve all my problems. He will understand everything, and will help me!'

"What, you dumb bitch?" Chase suddenly shouted in the Chinese language, interrupting her thoughts, and Hui stopped abruptly, staring at him.

"Huimin... it's me, didn't you recognize me? I'm-"

"I don't know who the fuck you are and I don't want to know!" he replied angrily. "You are just some ugly, cheap and useless saleswoman and I have nothing to do with you. So stop bothering me and let me talk with my wife, you bitch!"

"But, but..." Huimin stuttered, shocked by his reaction and the way he was looking at her. "...you... but you must understand. It's me, it's-"

"Administrator! Help, please," Chase interrupted her, waving his hand. "This crazy woman is stalking me and trying to sell me some damn shoes."

Huimin opened her mouth to say something, but immediately an employee of the store approached her. "Come on, Hui. Go back to your work," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"B-but..." she mumbled, looking at Chase and the girl, while they were walking away. 'Damn, damn, damn. It was a real chance to fix everything, but this bitch in my body fucked it all up!! Damn!!'

"Come on, Hui," the man repeated and pushed her toward the counter. "Get back to work."

Epilogue

For a long time, Huimin was convinced that the "Swap at birth" story was just a stupid and meaningless mistake. She was sure that all this information about her being born as Huimin, but someone changed her soul after birth with the soul of a rich billionaire's son, was nothing but a lie. Or a crazy conspiracy theory.

And, although she did not admit it, she still could not help but notice that in this body she seemed to feel healthier and more fit than before. The constant headaches that plagued her all the time when she was Chase were now gone and the body itself felt much better. But she refused to accept it, as she believed that there is no such thing as "soul DNA" and that it was all some kind of bullshit, which was made up by scientists and politicians, so that they could manipulate and use people, and she feels better only because this particular body was a healthy one, and nothing more.

If she had remained in Chase's body, then she would have been in a coma or even dead by now, according to the doctors, who examined her. Because the "Soul DNA" dismatched and was not compatible with the DNA of the Chase's body. It was the bitter truth. The truth that she refused to accept.

Of course it was difficult for her, especially after she spent her whole life as a spoiled rich person. But after a while, she had no other choice but to adapt to this new life and learn how to live with the people she previously would have just ignored or treated with disgust. And as the days passed, Huimin slowly got used to it, understanding how bad was her attitude towards others and learning the importance of simple things like helping people or showing respect and empathy.