"You're my man, of course I have to protect you." Su Jiaojiao also had a smile on her face, and thinking of Fu Yifei's barely suppressed expression, she wanted to laugh too.
The psychological trauma inflicted on them by the original owner was too great.
This one is good too.
Su Jiaojiao had a feeling that "one generation plants the trees, another enjoys the shade."
"Did Wang Xiaoxiao intentionally find us today?" Su Jiaojiao still had doubts. "She really came at the right time. How did she know we were there?"
Wang Xiaoxiao did not appear in the early part of the original text.
Now, they've all come looking for her.
She's also a supporting actress with a significant role in this storyline.
It is a stumbling block that hinders the relationship between the male and female protagonists.
Now they've cornered Su Jiaojiao.
Fortunately, Fu Jingchen wouldn't even glance at Wang Xiaoxiao.
That sudden kick showed just how ruthless it was!
"I've had someone investigate, and I've also spoken to the police, telling them to be careful during the interrogation." Fu Jingchen also found it strange and made arrangements in advance.
Su Jiaojiao nodded. If someone intentionally pushed Wang Xiaoxiao out, who would it be?
Even if she, the transmigrator, knew the plot well, she couldn't be this precise.
It's as if someone is watching them and can predict what they're going to do.
“Jiaojiao, I think Lu Wenshan is suspicious.” Fu Jingchen straightened his expression and analyzed, “She seems to know a lot of things.”
“Lu Wenshan…” Su Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes, “She is indeed quite strange, we need to keep an eye on her.”
She also suspected that Lu Wenshan had transmigrated into the book just like herself.
But it doesn't seem like it.
There are many things that Lu Wenshan has not addressed.
However, she remembered that Lu Wenshan had visited several of Liang Dongmei's courtyards.
She had taken precautions in advance.
But then he met Su Jiaojiao.
Then I thought of Lu Wenshan staring at that jade pendant.
Thinking about it, Su Jiaojiao looked at Fu Jingchen's chest again.
No, even she, who had transmigrated into the book, didn't know anything special about this jade pendant.
"I understand," Su Jiaojiao boldly guessed, "She... is reborn."
Only through rebirth can she learn about the plot that Su Jiaojiao was unaware of.
Having transmigrated into the book, all she could know was the plot written within it.
Fu Jingchen looked completely bewildered.
I don't know how to respond.
"Brother Jingchen, please keep this jade pendant safe. It might save your life in a critical moment." Su Jiaojiao was certain that the jade pendant was a valuable item.
I just don't understand how to use it.
It's different from her spiritual spring space.
Fu Jingchen nodded: "Don't worry, I'll keep it safe."
His wife said it was a token of their love for him.
"What does 'rebirth' mean? Is it what I understand it to be?" Fu Jingchen asked again. Could this be the strange thing about Lu Wenshan?
"It's just like you understand it, she's lived once." Su Jiaojiao frowned and rubbed her forehead. "I just don't know from which point she was reborn."
How much memory do you have of your past life?
When did I get reborn here?
Inside the villa.
Looking at Lu Wenshan's resentful face, Liang Dongmei shook her head helplessly: "Boss Tu has been arrested, and he is very likely to implicate you."
"I understand." Lu Wenshan hadn't expected that Tu Laoda would be so useless, actually falling into Fu Jingchen's hands.
Indeed, everything is different now.
Everything changed from the moment Fu Jingchen woke up.
How could it have turned out like this?
That Boss Tu was clearly a local tyrant back in the 1990s.
This time, we were trapped.
"Then you'd better hide for a while," Liang Dongmei said, afraid of her illegitimate daughter. "Otherwise, if the police arrest you, it'll be troublesome."
More importantly, it would also implicate her, so she wanted Lu Wenshan to leave.
Lu Wenshan remained calm: "Don't worry, the police won't come. Boss Tu wouldn't dare to expose me."
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