Chapter 114

Just as Ji Wanmei was hesitating, unsure whether she should see him or not, she heard the sound of the living room door opening outside.

Her father got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Ji Xingguo has a habit of getting up around midnight every night.

Startled, Ji Wanmei quickly closed the window before she could react.

Hearing the noise, Ji Xingguo knocked on the door from the outside: "Meimei, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Ji Wanmei pretended to be sleepy and replied, "Dad, I'm going to sleep. You should go back to your room and sleep early too."

"Oh, okay." Ji Xingguo didn't come in, but turned around and went to the toilet.

Ji Wanmei clutched her rapidly beating heart. Thank goodness, she almost got caught by her father.

Lei Tingjun, standing outside the courtyard wall, was pleasantly surprised to see a beautiful figure slowly approaching the window and placing her hand on the window frame.

He was incredibly excited, hoping she would open the window and see him.

He could explain what happened today to her if she agreed to see him.

But after waiting for a while, he saw her suddenly close the window.

Lei Tingjun's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Wanmei, I know you're still awake. I have a few words I want to say to you."

Lei Tingjun was unwilling to give up. Looking at the tightly closed window, he said sadly.

Ji Wanmei was anxious. She had already closed the window, so why hadn't he left yet? If her father came out of the bathroom and found him, he wouldn't even know how he died.

In a moment of desperation, Ji Wanmei simply turned off the bedside lamp as well.

Her bedroom was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The morale of the Thunder Army outside the courtyard wall, like the darkness, instantly sank to the bottom.

She not only refused to see him, but also refused to listen to a single explanation from him.

“…Ji Wanmei.” Lei Tingjun felt a lump in his throat.

Ji Xingguo came out of the toilet and heard someone shouting faintly outside the yard.

"Who is it?" Ji Xingguo, wearing a white tank top, shorts, and slippers, walked out into the yard and called out, "Who is it?"

When Lei Tingjun heard Ji Xingguo come out, he quickly squatted down, pressed his back tightly against the outside of the wall, and remained motionless.

Ji Xingguo was puzzled. He thought he had just heard someone shouting, but when he came out, he didn't see anyone.

Ji Xingguo was a little worried, and he didn't think it was because he was old and in his forties or fifties that his eyesight was failing. He cautiously opened the courtyard gate, went out, and looked around: "Who is it! Come out!"

Lei Tingjun crouched behind the corner wall outside the Ji family's courtyard, silently waiting for Ji Xingguo to come out, and finished his vigilant inspection.

At this moment, Lei Tingjun deeply felt the chasm between him and Ji Wanmei.

But who can he blame? He has only himself to blame.

He messed all of this up himself.

Lei Tingjun hung his head, feeling extremely distressed.

Perhaps he had drunk too much tonight. For a moment, Lei Tingjun wanted to ignore everything, rush over, and tell Ji Xingguo: I, Lei Tingjun, love your daughter, Ji Wanmei!

But this impulsive thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before Lei Tingjun suppressed it with self-deprecating humor.

Even if a person can disregard everything, they still need confidence and something to rely on.

And what gave him, a penniless man, the confidence and reliance to say such things to Ji Xingguo?

Just today, Ji Xingguo glared at him and told him to pack his bags and get out of the Dongfang Factory.

Lei Tingjun sat motionless in the corner, his head raised, his eyes gazing at the sky with a lonely expression.

The night is peaceful, the moon is full, and the starry sky is dense.

It reminded him of his teenage years, when he would get up very early every morning and run under the starry sky and moonlight to get to school.

Ji Xingguo patrolled for a long time but found no suspicious figures, so he locked the courtyard gate and went back to his house to sleep.

But the Thunder Army remained motionless, leaning against the corner outside the wall.

He sat there all night in the cold, hard corner of Ji Wanmei's courtyard.

He didn't get up and leave until dawn.

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The next day, Ji Wanmei woke up looking exhausted.

She didn't sleep well last night; she even peeked out the window around midnight.

There was no one in sight outside the courtyard, nor any sound, so Lei Tingjun must have already left.

But Ji Wanmei lay back in bed and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

A jumble of thoughts kept swirling in her mind, one moment she was thinking about her past life, the next she was recalling her experiences in Zhejiang, which made her extremely agitated.

Finally, around 2 a.m., she managed to drift off to sleep.

However, she, who hadn't had nightmares for a long time, actually had one this night.

She dreamt of the scene in her past life when Lei Tingjun accidentally killed Yang Zhiping.

Lei Tingjun's hands were covered in blood.

Yang Zhiping lay on the ground, no longer breathing, his body covered in blood, with more blood flowing from the back of his head.

The blood flowed all the way to Ji Wanmei's feet, staining the entire room red.

Ji Wanmei couldn't help but twitch, waking up from her dream with a start.

She was covered in cold sweat. She sat up and leaned against the wall, letting herself calm down for a while before she could break free from the fear and anxiety that had gripped her.

This went on and on, and Ji Wanmei didn't sleep well all night, nor did she dare to sleep.

She didn't get a good night's sleep until dawn.

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