"No." Qi Yanjue denied it, and was about to explain when he was interrupted by the watch that Song Yueying had thrown into his arms.

He gripped his watch with one hand and reached out with the other to shake Song Yueying's hand.

"No, no, why are you going out to calm down?" Song Yueying suddenly stood up, avoiding his large hand, and said coldly, "I've returned the watch to you. I won't take what you just said seriously."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yueying realized that her temper had acted somewhat unreasonably.

She just said she went out to calm down, but didn't say why. She thinks he confessed his feelings when he wasn't calm...

It was something she made up in her own head.

Because the other person said they went out to calm down, she dismissed what they had said before, which seemed a bit arbitrary. Thinking about it this way, it seems like she was the one who wasn't calm.

Her anger vanished instantly, and Song Yueying was speechless again. She had managed to appease herself!

Looking at the little woman who suddenly got angry, then calmed down instantly, and then looked speechless, Qi Yanjue's expression was a bit hard to describe.

In a short period of time, several expressions appeared on her face one after another, so harmonious and so natural. Even if you couldn't guess what she was thinking, it was still very interesting to watch.

However, her misunderstanding seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. Qi Yanjue could no longer care about anything else. He got up and strode over to Song Yueying.

He grasped her arm and, with a slight pull, drew her into his embrace. With just one arm, he held her slender waist, preventing her from escaping.

“You have to take it seriously, you absolutely have to take it seriously.” Qi Yanjue raised his hand and gently stroked her beautiful cheek. “Everything I just told you was the truth, not a single lie.”

Looking at his serious face, Song Yueying ignored the large hand landing on her face. She frowned and asked, "You said you went out to calm down, isn't that...?"

"Yes." Qi Yanjue interrupted her, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm going out to calm down because I'm afraid I might lose control and do something to you."

"I never expected you to misunderstand me like this."

"Song Yueying, I've lived for over twenty years, and this is the first time I've spoken so frankly to a woman, yet you've misunderstood me like this. Tell me, how are you going to make it up to me?"

His voice was deep and clear, as if carrying an electric current. Song Yueying couldn't help but tremble, her heartbeat becoming erratic.

The hot breath on her ear made Song Yueying feel a little flustered. She reached out to push Qi Yanjue away, but he didn't budge. "You...you...it's hot..."

Noticing the change in her tone, Song Yueying coughed lightly before finishing what she wanted to say, "Don't get so close in this hot weather, it's hot."

"You haven't said how you're going to make it up to me yet." Qi Yanjue's figure slowed down, and the large hand that was stroking her cheek changed course, brushing a few messy strands of hair behind her ear.

"I'll make it up to you." Song Yueying squinted at him. "It was clearly you who didn't explain things clearly, which led to my misunderstanding. I didn't ask you for compensation."

"You still have the nerve to ask me for compensation?"

"Then I'll compensate you. What kind of compensation do you want?" Qi Yanjue readily changed his mind.

Seeing how naturally he changed his tune, Song Yueying was speechless for a moment.

"Moon Shadow, tell me, how do you want me to make it up to you?" Qi Yanjue's voice was seductive as he slowly lowered his head, his cool lips gently touching her soft lips.

Song Yueying was so startled that she suddenly opened her eyes wide, giving Qi Yanjue the perfect opportunity.

Seeing a certain light flash in his eyes, Song Yueying's heart skipped a beat. Caught off guard by his enthusiasm, she could only let him do as he pleased.

She lost track of time when a sharp pain shot through her lips. Song Yueying's muddled mind instantly cleared; she turned her head and cupped Qi Yanjue's handsome face in her hands.

Pushing his face away, Song Yueying gasped, "Qi Yanjue, that's enough!"

"Not enough." Qi Yanjue raised an eyebrow, savoring the feeling of her small hands cupping his face.

After taking several deep breaths, Song Yueying finally calmed her somewhat erratic breathing. "Qi Yanjue, I said we'd talk openly and frankly. If you don't want to talk, then leave now."

"Let's talk." Qi Yanjue embraced her and led her to sit on the edge of the bed. "You can talk about anything you want."

He understands the principle of knowing when to stop; if he doesn't compromise, he'll be kicked out.

"First of all, let me go." Song Yueying pushed against his chest; how could they talk while he was holding her like this?

With her soft, fragrant body in his arms, how could he just let go? Thinking this, Qi Yanjue still released her and sat down on the ground at her feet.

Seeing him like this, Song Yueying recalled the last time the two of them talked, it was in a similar situation. She sat on the edge of the bed, and he sat on the floor at her feet.

I didn't feel anything sitting like this last time, but this time I feel like I'm bullying him.

"Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed?" Song Yueying said in a somewhat reluctant voice.

"No need, I'm perfectly fine sitting on the ground." Qi Yanjue, unaware of her thoughts, added, "The ground is cool and comfortable to sit on."

Since he had said that, Song Yueying naturally wouldn't say anything more. She picked up the fan on the bed and fanned herself listlessly.

Qi Yanjue waited for her to speak, and the room fell silent for a moment.

"Qi Yanjue," Song Yueying said softly, "you said you wanted to marry me and become revolutionary partners, but in reality we've already gotten our marriage certificate."

"As long as we don't get divorced, we're revolutionary partners."

Qi Yanjue looked up at Song Yueying, reached out and took one of her hands in his, and said frankly, "I know you are not her."

“I know you’re not her,” Qi Yanjue repeated. “You and she give me two different feelings. She makes me feel disgusted, while you make me like you.”

"It's contradictory, but that's the truth."

"Although I don't know the specifics, I'm certain that you and she are not the same person."

Even though she suspected he might have found out, hearing him say it himself still shocked Song Yueying. What she couldn't ignore even more was his statement: "She disgusts me, you make me like you."

Did Qi Yanjue despise the original owner of this body?

In the original owner's memories, Qi Yanjue saved her, and she schemed against him. The two didn't have many opportunities to spend time together, and then Qi Yanjue took her to Beijing to get their marriage certificate.

On the afternoon of the same day they received their marriage certificate, Qi Yanjue was recalled to his unit for a mission.

Then came the news of his death. The original owner became a martyr's family member, received a pension, and returned to the village to live with his mother.

The original owner never knew that Qi Yanjue hated her until she disappeared. Could this be considered retribution for the original owner's scheming?

She was getting carried away, quickly pulling herself back to reality. Looking down at the man in front of her, she realized he was truly handsome, as if his features were tailored to her tastes.

“That’s right, I’m definitely not her,” Song Yueying said. “I guess I used my brain too much before. Since I came here, I haven’t wanted to use my brain much.”

"Since we've agreed to be open and honest, I don't want to hide anything anymore. After all, we're going to get married and spend our lives together, and there can't be any suspicion or doubt between husband and wife."

You can ask me anything you want.

"To stay together for life," Qi Yanjue admitted that she really liked this idiom. There was another point she made that was very true: there really shouldn't be suspicion or doubt between husband and wife.

Qi Yanjue said, "First, I'd like to know your name."

“Song Yueying, the spelling is the same as her name,” Song Yueying replied.

"Secondly," Qi Yanjue hesitated for a moment, then asked, "would you... do anything that harms the country and its people?"

"No." Her gentle voice was firm and resolute as Song Yueying answered decisively. In her past life, she had worked for the government, so her patriotism was beyond question.

In her past life, many people tried to recruit her, but no matter how generous the offers, she remained unmoved. No matter how many assassination attempts she faced, she never wavered in her original intentions.

The authorities paid a heavy price to protect her.

"One last question, will you leave?" Qi Yanjue asked this, not entirely because of what she said since she came here.

Also, for some reason, he just wanted to ask that question.

"Leave." Song Yueying was taken aback at first, then murmured the two words repeatedly, unconsciously fanning herself with the fan in her hand.

To be honest, she wasn't sure if she would suddenly leave again like she had when she arrived.

However, she died in the explosion along with the vehicle-mounted laboratory. The laboratory was reduced to scattered parts, while her body was completely destroyed, and her soul was transported to another world.

Once the soul leaves this body, it cannot return.

I remember in that dream, when the original owner disappeared, she bowed to her as a sign of gratitude. It was probably her way of telling her that the original owner wouldn't come back, and that she wouldn't leave either.

"Is this question difficult to answer?" Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Qi Yanjue's heart was in turmoil, and he could not find peace for a moment.

"No." Song Yueying looked into Qi Yanjue's eyes and said with great certainty, "I will not leave."

Qi Yanjue smiled, secretly relieved, and his anxious heart calmed down. He said, "Now, it's your turn to ask me, or if you have any requests for me, you can make them."

"Qi Yanjue, before I state my request, I'd like to ask you a question first." Song Yueying looked at him with a strange expression.

"Ask away." Qi Yanjue's smile faded, and her strange gaze gave him a strange feeling.

"In my situation, I'd be considered a wandering ghost possessing Song Yueying's body." Song Yueying made a face at him. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

This period was a time of cracking down on feudal superstition, but she was not a believer in feudal superstition at all.

Qi Yanjue's expression changed. He stood up and sat down next to her, covering her mouth with his large hand. "You can say these things in front of me, but you're not allowed to say them outside."

"You're not allowed to say that even in front of Mom."

"Am I stupid?" Song Yueying brushed away his hand covering his mouth. "At this time, the crackdown on feudal superstition is so strict. How could I run out and say that I am a wandering ghost?"

"I dare say, but no one else dares to!"

"You still dare to talk!" Qi Yanjue's face darkened, and he warned in a deep voice, "From now on, you are not allowed to say anything about wandering ghosts or spirits, not even in front of me."

"Okay, okay, I won't say, I won't say." Song Yueying compromised while rolling her eyes at him. Then she asked with great interest, "You still haven't answered me, aren't you afraid of me?"

"Don't be afraid." Qi Yanjue said, gently stroking her face with his large hand, "In my eyes, you are the person I love, the person I want to spend my life with."

He emphasized the word "person" very heavily, because he didn't want to hear her say that she was a wandering ghost anymore.

It was also because of these four words, and the period she had mentioned before, that he knew she wasn't from this place... no, it should be said that she wasn't a soul from this period.

Song Yueying stared at him blankly. He deliberately emphasized the word "person" so much that she understood what he meant.

In short, in Qi Yanjue's eyes, Song Yueying was a person.

"Moon Shadow," Qi Yanjue said earnestly and seriously, "I don't care where you come from, as long as you're always by my side and we grow old together, that's enough."

"I'm not greedy. You'll stay with me in this life, and I won't interfere with where you go in the next."

Song Yueying looked at him speechlessly. It was the first time she had ever met someone who would say something sentimental, only to pour cold water on himself halfway through.

He even said something like, "You'll stay with me in this life, and I won't interfere where you go in the next." Leaving aside whether people have a next life or not, even if he wanted to interfere, could he really do so?

"Wait a minute." Song Yueying frowned and asked, "You don't think I can go somewhere else after I die, do you?"

"Isn't that right?" Qi Yanjue retorted.

"I..." Thinking about her current situation, which was that she had died decades later and her soul had transmigrated here, Song Yueying became uncertain again. "It's really hard to say."

Qi Yanjue's face darkened again.

"Alright, alright, we've said everything we should and shouldn't have said. Let's go to sleep." With that, Song Yueying kicked off her shoes and climbed to the innermost part of the bed to lie down.

Qi Yanjue glanced at her silently, bent down to arrange her shoes neatly, then took off his own shoes and lay down beside her.

Just as I lay down, I heard Song Yueying say, "Qi Yanjue, I only have one request for you: let's part amicably. If the feelings are gone, let's set each other free."

"Okay." Qi Yanjue responded indifferently, which was his way of saying yes. But what he was really thinking was, "You've married me, you're in my arms, and you still want freedom?"

Keep dreaming.

Just then, a wail came from next door, followed by curses, one after another.

Song Yueying sat up abruptly, her little face full of excitement. "It's starting! It's starting! Wang Laicai's real suffering has begun. Let's go next door and take a look."

"I'm not going." Qi Yanjue pulled her down to lie down, his arm around her waist. "Go to sleep. If you don't get enough sleep, you'll be complaining of a headache again tomorrow."

"Didn't I tell you that Wang Laicai would be in excruciating pain tonight? Let's go see him." Song Yueying still tried to persuade him, "Just one look."

"Just take a look, then we'll come back to sleep right away."

"No." Qi Yanjue still disagreed.

"Qi Yanjue." Song Yueying blinked her big eyes and looked at Qi Yanjue expectantly.

Qi Yanjue ignored her, turning his face away as if he hadn't seen her.

Song Yueying gritted her teeth secretly, then reached out and grabbed his hand that was across her waist. She pinched it lightly, "Husband, my lord..."

Qi Yanjue choked on his own saliva and coughed a few times, utterly speechless. Calling him "husband" was one thing, but calling him "husband-in-law" was something else entirely; how could anyone possibly handle that?

"Change your clothes." He couldn't handle it anyway.