Rebirth of the Beloved

Chapter 257: A Mediocre Life as a Laughing Stock (4)
Lin Sijin's emotions that had been suppressed for four full years finally erupted suddenly in Lin Dairu's last roar. She hugged Lin Dairu and cried bitterly, apologizing to her non-stop.

After venting to each other, Lin Sijin was going to take her sister back to the General's Mansion to find Ye Cheng.

As soon as the two got up, they found a man holding a sack behind each other. Before they could scream, their mouths were blocked, and then their eyes went dark, and they were covered with a sack.

When they woke up again, the two sisters were already in the current Xichun Building.

Ye Qingwan's mind turned quickly, and just hearing what Yan Si said, she understood why they appeared in the brothel in the end: "So what the man wrote back then was not an IOU, but a contract of sale?"

"Correct."

Yan Si closed her eyes and smiled inexplicably.

She almost laughed out loud, but it was so bitter: "After two years, in order to protect Dairu, I gradually accepted the reality and began to learn to dress myself up to cater to the guests, but what I didn't expect was that , after many years, seeing him again will be here."

"He has changed, a lot." Yan Si said, "The high-spirited young general on the battlefield back then lost an arm, and he no longer showed a silly smile, and he looked very haggard and haggard. "

Yan Si said lightly, her eyes were extremely complicated, there was unspeakable love and unspeakable sorrow and hatred in it, it was such a contradiction: "He drank himself to death in the arms of a woman, he is no longer the person I knew at the beginning. The little general."

"But I didn't feel any better. I'm not qualified to talk about him. Later, he often came to Xichunlou, and I would deliberately avoid him, so we never met and recognized each other.

"Just when I thought that we would never see each other again in the end, we would never meet again for the rest of our lives, and the two of us would forget each other, Ye Sheng met the assassin in the building."

"Before that, I thought I had put him down completely, because I often thought, what would I do if one day he died in front of me? The answer I gave from the bottom of my heart was: Even if he died at my feet Bian Du has nothing to do with me anymore, and will not be moved in the slightest."

But Yan Si overestimated herself after all.

"On the day of the accident, when I rushed over, he had been stabbed several times. Seeing him dying in a pool of blood, instead of being able to stand on the sidelines as I thought, I rushed over without hesitation and protected him in the hospital. Below me, the assassin's deadliest knife also landed on my back."

Yan Si closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyelids were trembling slightly, as if at this point, the scar on her back that had healed up turned back to the bloody long and narrow gash on her back.

Memories of the past are like a huge impenetrable net, tightly wrapping her in it, forcing her to recall all kinds of heart-wrenching past events, and the scenes of the past are also vivid in her mind.

After blocking the knife, the people from the government came, and the assassins withdrew quickly. She fell beside Ye Sheng and looked at the man in the pool of blood with difficulty.

She stretched out her blood-stained hand, and slowly covered the back of his hand. The obsession deep in her heart made her let go of her resentment towards him, and her fingers sank into his.

Fingers intertwined with her lover of six years ago.

It's not bad to live together, but to die together.

She closed her eyes contentedly, and the corner of her mouth raised the last touch of joyful smile in her life from the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly, there was a response from the palm, and Yan Si was startled.

"Is that you, little girl?"

The opponent's hand is gradually tightening, as if afraid of her running away suddenly.

In the next second, Ye Sheng suddenly laughed at himself.

"...No, no matter who you are, if we can survive this time, I will... find you."

This was the last sentence Yan Si heard him say before losing consciousness.

Maybe it was her fate, or maybe it was because she had great obsession and fantasies about Ye Sheng's last words, but in the end she survived, but she was in a coma for more than a month.

After she woke up in her own bedroom in Xichun Tower, she stared blankly at her pale hands for a long time without recovering from her senses.

Finally she buried her head in her palms and wept with joy.

When she thought that she and Ye Sheng would end up together by mistake, reality gave her another painful blow.

God played a big joke on her again.

Yan Si dragged her weak body to find the old bustard, but the old bustard told her that Ye Sheng had indeed come and took one person away.

And the person who was taken away, coincidentally and impartially, was her sister—Lin Dairu.
The old bustard said that Lin Dairu had stab wounds on her back that were exactly the same as hers for some reason.

Fingernails dug into the palm of his hand, and the world spun around in front of his eyes.

She shook her head slowly in disbelief, but couldn't say a word.

After thinking about it for a while, because the truth was too cruel, she couldn't digest it, let alone accept it, and finally spit out a big mouthful of blood and passed out.

"Yes, I was calculated."

Yan Si opened her eyes, and there was nothing inside, either love or hate, joy or anger, sadness or resentment, all gone, nothing left.

Like the eyes of a dead man.

"She has plotted with the man who claimed to be your uncle for many years, and finally took away the happiness that should belong to you."

"The revenge was quite successful."

Having said that, Ye Qingwan put down the wine glass she was playing with, probably because this experience was somewhat similar to what she had suffered before, when she looked at Yan Si again, her gaze was finally no longer emotionless, but with a hint of pity .

Yan Si looked at Ye Qingwan in shock: "How do you know it's that man?"

Ye Qingwan raised her eyebrows, weighed Xi Le's seniority, and said: "His grandson told me."

Yan Si looked at her twice in surprise, and then said with a sneer and a sarcasm: "How could he tell you this?"

"Because he doesn't say I'm going to kill him." Ye Qingwan suddenly smiled and rolled her eyes, but the eyes were frosty and cold.She said softly: "But in the end I killed him."

As soon as these words came out, everyone except Xu Gu who had witnessed the murder scene with their own eyes was shocked, and they couldn't help fixing their surprised eyes on Ye Qingwan, as if they wanted to get rid of her innocent smiling face. There was a hint of lying.

But they all knew that Ye Qingwan didn't need to lie.

It's just that she said it too lightly, her tone seemed to kill not a living person, but an inconspicuous ant on the side of the road.

What made it even more difficult for them to imagine was how a little girl who looked so thin that she could be blown away by the wind could kill a man who was much stronger than her with her bare hands.

The smile disappeared, and the coldness in her eyes turned into a substantive coldness. She looked at Yan Si and said calmly, "So, can you believe that I can help you now?"

(End of this chapter)