Chapter 208: Rewrite The Script
Jiang Li didn’t quite understand what Jiang Yan was saying.
Ever since he was rescued by Jiang Ning from Phoenix Mountain, he seemed like a completely changed person.
He usually didn’t even speak, staying gloomy and sullen all day, making it hard for people to approach him.
Jiang Li looked at Jiang Yan again and noticed that his previously lifeless eyes now had a layer of brightness.
But she still didn’t understand the things Jiang Yan was talking about, like “world rules,” “countless endings,” “constraints,” and “weirdness.”
She sighed: “After we properly bury Ning Ning, you should go to Capital City with Dad, Mom, and me. There’s no need to stay in Jin Cheng anymore.”
Jiang Yan had no objections: “Mm, big sister, I have one request. I want to repeat Grade 3 for another year.”
Jiang Li thought about it and agreed. Jiang Yan was still two months away from turning eighteen. At his age, with poor grades, he was destined to end up working in a factory if he entered society. Plus, she was currently struggling too, though things had improved a lot, but there were still many people supporting Bai Chuchu.
Every day, she not only had to fend off attacks from Huo Yu and Bai Chuchu’s brain-dead CP fans, but also guard against Huo Yu, because he was eyeing one of her kidneys.
“What about Sui Tang? Has she already gone to Capital City? Should we tell them about Ning Ning’s death…”
Hearing this, Jiang Yan said indifferently: “They all know, but they can’t come. It doesn’t matter if we tell them or not. Tomorrow is sister’s memorial service. After we bury her, we should leave too.”
Jiang Li pursed her lips. Though reluctant in her heart, she still had to face what needed facing.
The two turned around.
They saw a youth wearing a black leather jacket, with dyed red hair and a mask, walk in.
Seeing him head straight for Jiang Ning’s body, Jiang Li instinctively blocked him: “The front is my sister’s remains. I can’t let you pass.”
Wei Jin calmly glanced at Jiang Li: “Let me see her one last time. I want to see her off.”
Jiang Yan pulled Jiang Li’s hand and shook his head at her: “Don’t stop him. This is sister’s friend.”
Only then did Jiang Li let him through.
Wei Jin walked to Jiang Ning’s side.
He lifted the white cloth, and when that familiar but ashen face was revealed, he gave a self-mocking smile: “She really died, huh. Then what about the vow I made? I’ll never get to marry you in this lifetime, Jiang Ning.”
What answered him was silence.
He took a white rose from his pocket and gently placed it beside the white cloth, his voice gentle: “If I can’t marry you, Wei Jin won’t marry in this lifetime. I made a vow, and it has to count, right?”
He, Wei Jin, was someone worshipped in both the North and the South.
He had chosen the path of entering a talent show and debuting in order to be worthy of Jiang Ning.
Wei Jin turned and left. Outside, the March sunlight was warm.
He thought he would never forget the stunning girl he met in his youth, the one who could occupy his thoughts for a lifetime.
The day of Jiang Ning’s memorial service.
Fine rain fell from the sky.
It was somewhat cold.
Huo Chengxuan stood outside the cemetery watching, grinning with schadenfreude: “Bitch, this is all retribution.”
Su Wanyuan pursed her lips. Jiang Ning had just died like this, and it still felt unreal to her. She had even hoped that with Jiang Ning gone, something would change around her, but in the end, it was just like usual—only someone she knew had died.
Su Wanyuan looked at Huo Chengxuan, feeling disgusted to her core. He was just a madman.
She took a deep breath and asked: “Are you sure it won’t be exposed? Once they find out you bribed the truck driver, you’re done for life.”
Huo Chengxuan said carelessly, without a care: “Hehe, my family has money. Even if it’s exposed, there are plenty of people to take the fall for me. Money is the thing closest to omnipotence in this world. I haven’t asked you yet—why is that idiot Gu Lanli ignoring you? That dumbass scraped together five million and would rather save you than his childhood sweetheart. He’s the type of man with balls.”
Mentioning this, resentment flashed in Su Wanyuan’s eyes.
“I don’t know how he found out that from the beginning—his car accident, Phoenix Mountain, and that kidnapping case—were all planned by me. He hates me a lot now…” Su Wanyuan pursed her lips, feeling extremely irritated inside.
The plan had been going perfectly. Gu Lanli was her lapdog, but when the lapdog heard the news of Jiang Ning’s death, he went crazy, suddenly slapping himself several times a day.
It scared the whole Gu Family, who quickly took him to the psychiatry department and locked him up.
As a result, seven days after Jiang Ning died, he hadn’t come out once.
According to the doctor, he had been stimulated, his spirit disordered, and he was now undergoing psychological treatment.
Huo Chengxuan felt nothing inside and curled his lip: “Gu Lanli is just a useless piece of trash.”
It was as if a huge stone had been lifted from his heart, and he laughed brazenly: “As long as Jiang Ning is dead, it’s fine. Next, the one I want to deal with is Xie Jingyan. He just entered the Lin Family and boldly took a bite out of my Huo Family’s business. I want him to spit it all back out, bit by bit.”
With that, he turned and left.
Su Wanyuan took one last glance at the dense crowd not far away and turned to leave.
A victor’s smile curved at the corner of her mouth.
She had still won.
……
Xie Jingyan wore a long trench coat and arrived through the rain.
Someone held an umbrella for him by his side.
Father Jiang couldn’t bear for his daughter to not even have a body after death, so he chose burial.
He spent his last savings to buy the most remote plot in this cemetery, where burial was permitted.
Soon, Jiang Ning’s remains would be placed in the coffin, sealed, and buried underground.
But the sealing ceremony was interrupted by Xie Jingyan’s sudden appearance.
Father Jiang glared angrily at Xie Jingyan, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood, gritting his teeth: “Why are you here? Wasn’t killing my daughter enough?”
With one look from Xie Jingyan, the circle of black-suited bodyguards behind him immediately separated the crowd, clearing an exclusive space for Xie Jingyan.
“What do you want to do?” Father Jiang saw Xie Jingyan about to lift the white cloth and roared.
However, his voice didn’t stop Xie Jingyan’s actions.
The body had been lying there too long and already had a smell.
Xie Jingyan didn’t mind the dirt and grasped Jiang Ning’s stitched hand. It was ice-cold to the touch.
That face had no damage, looking obedient as if merely asleep.
Xie Jingyan said: “Jiang Ning, spring is so cold.”
He stood in the fine rain, a thin mist seeming to envelop him, making his expression indistinct. Until he saw a pale yellow light ball slowly float out of Jiang Ning’s body into the air, he grasped it with one hand, and the smile tugging at his lips grew wider and wider.
The light ball was grasped in his hand as if it were solid.
With a slight squeeze, cracks appeared in the light ball.
Little Honey: 【Wah wah wah, it hurts so much! How could you possibly catch me? Let me go! I’m leaving.】
A voice sounded by Xie Jingyan’s ear.
Was this the system?
The system that only he could see.
“Want to leave? Unless you bring Jiang Ning back.”
Little Honey screamed: 【Are you crazy! Her mission is already finished. She’s returned to her world. It’s impossible for her to come back here. No identity can bring her back. The plot belonging to her has already wrapped up.】
Xie Jingyan lowered his eyes, a bland indifference within. Plot wrapped up?
He held Little Honey, admiring how the cracks in the small light orb grew larger.
His voice was cold as ice: “Then, rewrite the script.”
Tomorrow Ning Ning returns~
