C42

You'll never find her in your life

He closed his eyes and a feeling of disappointment welled up in his chest, tearing a hole in his heart.

Her name was really Qiao Weiyi and her life truly existed. She had a father and mother who shared similar features to her, and she had grown up with a beautiful memory. All of these were not made up out of thin air and no one was able to fake it.

Therefore, he thought wrong, she was not the Ji Nansheng who underwent plastic surgery …

Ji Nansheng could fix her face, and she could pretend that she was a stranger in this city. However, Ji Nansheng was unable to fake the existence of her two real parents, and she was unable to invent a perfect family out of thin air, as well as those happy memories she had of the families of three people in the past twenty odd years.

No matter how much Zhang Shiyan thought about Ji Nansheng, he could not deceive himself into telling that this woman was Ji Nansheng. Unless he did not want to wait for Ji Nansheng anymore, unless he wanted to use this woman as a substitute for Ji Nansheng.

But how could that be possible?

His Ah Sheng was something that no one could replace. The woman who swept away all the gloom from his youth and gave him beautiful memories was one of a kind.

"Sorry."

Zhang Shiyan returned the phone to Qiao Weiyi, as he lowered his eyes to suppress the loneliness in his eyes.

He took Zhang Niansheng, who had already packed his things, and slowly walked out of the sickroom. Unlike the sharp and overbearing look he had when he entered, his back was still straight and handsome, but he seemed to be exuding a kind of lifeless desolation and loneliness …

Qiao Weiyi watched as the man walked out of her line of sight, carrying a sense of loneliness and desolation. After a long while, she slowly closed her eyes.

She touched her face and laughed bitterly.

Zhang Shiyan, you will never find me, because in order to avoid you, I have already made a deal with a dead person.

She saved my life. She is my savior, and she doesn't want me to repay her kindness.

She helped me who had been disfigured by a car accident to undergo a plastic surgery, causing me to turn into her appearance, and made me help to take care of her daughter, Qiao Nuo. She made me help her respect her father who had suffered from dementia, letting me use Qiao Weiyi's name to live.

As for the former Miss Ji, Ji Nansheng, he had long since disappeared from this world the moment she underwent cosmetic surgery.

No matter how monstrous your methods are, you will never be able to find her again in this lifetime.

When Zhang Shiyan returned to the Moonlight in lotus pond, he asked the driver to help him carry all the things in the carriage to his study. Then, he sat in the study room alone, quietly looking at the things that once belonged to Ji Nansheng and Qin Jingyuan.

He watched quietly, without touching it, without making a move. He sat straight on the big chair, watching with a calm expression.

Zhang Niansheng paced around the entrance of the study room for a while, then left dejectedly.

He did not understand how one could be suspected of being another.

He didn't know who his father took bad woman to be, but he could tell that his father was really looking forward to it. When he finally found out that bad woman wasn't the person his father was looking forward to, his father instantly fell into despair …

Then he left the room, got in the car, and went home, all the way as quiet as if he were on the other side of the world.

If he hadn't been able to reach out and touch his father's arm, if he hadn't been able to feel his father's warmth, he really would have thought that his father was already separated from him. No matter how much he called his father, his father wouldn't agree …

That feeling made him very scared, very unfamiliar.

After getting off the car, he wanted to follow his father into the study, but his father gave him up and told him to go with Grandma Chen, but didn't his father know that he was different from normal five-year-olds. He didn't like to play alone, so he preferred to stay with his father.

After pacing in front of the study room for a long time, Zhang Niansheng left with his head lowered. He would even turn his head back after a few steps to see if his father would suddenly come out from the study room.

Zhang Niansheng went into the living room and sat on the cold floor. As he leaned his back against the sofa, Zhang Niansheng suddenly remembered that he was also sitting here last night. He then watched as bad woman walked out from his father's room.

Zhang Niansheng's thin lips were pressed tightly together.

It's all because of that bad woman …

If that person had not appeared, father would not have become so sad, father would not have become so unfamiliar, even in the hospital, father would not have that kind of intimidating sense of danger that no one dared to face directly …

"I hate you."

Zhang Niansheng lowered his head to look at the little fox on his pants, his white and tender fingers picking at the stitches on it time and time again, his voice filled with grievance and disgust.

He really hated that bad woman.

From noon until dusk, several hours had passed. Zhang Shiyan was still quietly sitting alone in his study room with his eyes fixed on the memories shared by Ji Nansheng and another man.

More than once, he wanted to open those disks and see what was written on them.

However, he didn't dare to do it.

It was only until nightfall that Zhang Shiyan finally broke free from the silence of the entire day.

Rubbing his sore and stiff neck, his deep gaze once again swept over those items. Finally, he slowly stood up and walked towards a small box of sealed disks.

He casually took out a disc from the display, stroking the cold and unfamiliar disc as he walked step by step towards the projector.

Then, he silently sat on the ground, with one leg crossed and his elbow resting on his knee. His deep gaze was fixated on the pitch-black scene.

After a few seconds, the image changed from dark to bright.

In the quiet study room, the sound of wine glasses clinking could be heard occasionally.

A man in a suit was holding a bottle of beer with a smile on his face as he looked to the left.

The cameraman waited until the man in the suit had finished asking the question before turning the camera and pointing it at the handsome and gentle man on the left.