Chapter 95 "The House-Viewing Man" "Congratulations, the night is over, Christmas..."
It's already dark, and this womanizer is lying like this without turning on the lights. It's really annoying because everyone knows that a good man wouldn't flirt with women like this. He's probably used this trick on many people before.
However, Wen Ge wasn't wrong; Chung Chi-yiu was indeed very handsome and attractive. When this national superstar fell from grace, he was at the peak of his looks and his singing voice was also in its golden age. Back then, when he held a concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum, all the fans in the audience went crazy for him; no one could resist being captivated by his every smile and gesture. His every move was even dubbed by the media as the wings of an archangel, meaning that his power was more radiant and healing than the hymns of the church.
The black-haired youth stared into Zhong Jiyao's loving and tender black eyes for a long time. Seeing a bad male ghost, he felt a little guilty and pushed Zhong Jiyao away from the front. Jian Dieda, still in an unsafe posture with one hand around his knee, lay back down coldly and said, "I'm not your target. Go wash up and go to sleep, playboy."
After that, no matter how much Zhong Jiyao tried to cajole and act cute towards him, Jian Dieda covered his ears and remained silent. He was definitely trying to escape something, but Zhong Jiyao's purpose was unknown. In the end, the two of them argued so much that the head nurse almost came up to check on them. A male ghost even knelt on the ground, begging and crying, holding up a silver cross in his right hand, fully displaying his talent for acting...
Zhong Jiyao: "Amen, Jehovah, merciful Father, my body and soul are pure, never defiled by Satan. Why does a heartless man refuse to believe me? Just because God bestowed upon me beauty and virtue, am I to be fabricated into a womanizer by others? I don't accept it—I don't understand—I'm so wronged, waaaaaah—Father—"
Jane Diedda: "..."
A close friend had somehow become their regular onlooker.
Mini-system: [“Father, your heart seems to be beating faster than if you’d seen a ghost (laughs)”]
Jane Dieda found it very strange that it had come here: "...Isn't it a ghost?"
Mini-system: ["Yeah, but have you actually regained your memories? Don't you think he looks familiar? Uh, I mean, don't you really think he's a little suspicious besides being cute?"]
Jane Dieda said, "You're sick. I just think he's suspicious. When did I ever say he was cute?"
The little system also replied sarcastically: "He's not cute, nobody loves him, he's mysterious, don't you think?"
Jane almost choked on her breath. She was really about to make a move. "Get lost! Who's your secret? Don't delay my NPC conquest. Turn off your camera."
The little system seemed to be one of those artificially incapacitated idiots: [“Oh dear, oh dear, how mysterious, so mysterious! Don’t send me away like this, I want to play with my mysterious husband, so mysterious…”]
"……………………"
The person lying on the bed was suddenly struck by the system's lightning and jumped up.
Bang!
Zhong Jiyao raised his head, and coincidentally, he met Jian Dieda's rare expression of embarrassment.
Zhong Jiyao immediately fell silent, his expression one of complete stunned silence. He stared intently at the dark-haired youth's flushed cheeks.
Jian Dieda didn't want to play along with his nonsense. He lowered his head and asked, "Are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, just say so. There are beds available, so don't disturb the other people's rest."
Zhong Jiyao realized that he had been forgiven by "Heavenly Father" again. He couldn't help but laugh and squinted as he tilted his head to look at the soul that had piqued his interest.
From an outsider's perspective, Zhong Jiyao's gaze towards Jian Dieda revealed an undisguised fascination.
It seems that the moment this soul appeared, the world became empty for Zhong Jiyao; the crowds scattered, and the tide receded.
From this moment on, he only had eyes for Jian Dieda. This person was not Jian Xiang, but Zhong Jiyao's "Heavenly Father," the last remaining source of his faith in the world.
“Alright, my father,” he did not get up, but raised his hand to lift the young man’s index finger, and placed a repentant kiss on his lips in the air, “Thank you for your forgiveness, my father. Then let me serve you tonight, until the end of our world.”
Jane couldn't understand what was wrong with him.
The bad man has already proven everything with his actions; he'll talk about it after he's in his wife's warm bed.
Unlike before, Zhong Jiyao was more gentle and considerate this time. Jian Dieda still couldn't sleep, so he rambled on like an old lady telling stories.
Zhong Jiyao pressed down on the pillow: "Have you heard that the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic says that sleeping with the one you love is a great tonic? Sleep is a tonic in itself. If both parties have feelings for each other, it will harmonize yin and yang, strengthen the stomach and replenish qi. We should listen to the words of traditional Chinese medicine."
With his cross pressed against his back, Jian Dieda remained unmoved: "This is truly the worst attack ever done to traditional Chinese medicine."
Zhong Jiyao was disappointed by his perfunctory attitude and resistance. He patted his chest and said, "Many people feel physically tired because they are lonely. You feel uncomfortable because you have emotions. You have to exhale them with your breath. You can't hold them in. At least there is someone next to you who is receiving them."
Chatting with this kind of lunatic was suffocating for Jian Dieda. He closed his eyes, avoiding Zhong Jiyao's gaze, and exhaled a frustrated sigh. Unexpectedly, a man immediately pulled him close, holding him tightly and refusing to let go.
"Hey—get away! Ugh—don't rub against my neck! You look like a large dog without a leash! Zhong Jiyao—"
The playful fighting started again in the ward, but this time, it seemed that Jian Dieda had been persuaded by him.
Like a kind of companionship effect, as long as they lay together, embracing each other in sleep, the autumn air would become velvety, warming Jian Dieda's body temperature and bringing Zhong Jiyao a sense of peace and contentment. So gradually, even though it was still pitch black outside, they both began to feel much better, their qi and blood replenished, their internal organs functioning smoothly. Their sadness and self-loathing improved significantly, and even Jian Dieda's unfulfilled loneliness from childhood was cured because of this guy. His life began to come alive, and his heart beat faster.
In the end, we slept like that, still holding each other.
Everything about them seemed to have changed, yet it also seemed like nothing had ever changed. But both of them pretended not to know where this familiarity came from, and were simply acting on instinct.
...
Meanwhile, in the virtual world, the company is reconciling its accounts.
As usual, the system and the narrator finished their work reports.
The Lord of the Underworld, who is also the boss of the Reincarnation Game, said: "Jian Dieda has only gone through five reincarnations in the Six Paths, how come not only has he almost paid off his own debts, but the person he is trying to save also has a good asset valuation? Weren't these two people heavily indebted before?"
The narrator said, "His live stream has good donations, and the side quests in the last two worlds were completed with high quality, so now people in different worlds know them. Some people have even asked us to make a murder mystery game and film their storyline in the original world, which is the Sixth Path."
The boss asked curiously, "What's their story in the Sixth Path?"
The little system immediately brought the boss a book about the original world of Jian Dieda, including its background and characters. In this book, Jian Dieda was his original skin, and his and Zhong Yu's lives remained unchanged. However, the underworld could understand some amazing discoveries from Zhong Yu's perspective...
For example, the secrets in Zhong Yu's heart that even Jian Dieda didn't know.
This secret...
Zhong Yu's death was not an accident as Fatty Ding claimed, but a carefully planned gift, a scheme orchestrated after his conscience was awakened.
Why do I say this? Because from the very beginning, the so-called gentle and considerate young master never existed. Zhong Yu never expected to receive normal love, nor was he a good person. From the moment he realized what kind of person he had fallen in love with, he only dared to harbor a secret crush, and he packaged himself as a gentle, reliable, and wonderful male classmate.
But as time went on, he gradually became greedy. He wanted to possess her, not just be friends, but become Jane Dieda's other half.
Like all those who harbor unrequited love, his heart was filled with poisonous weeds, and he was jealous of everyone. If he could, he would wish the whole world could get out of his little world with Jane. He hated anyone touching that person, and if he saw it even once, he would go crazy like a madman for a long time.
Later on, his illness became so severe that he wanted to become a psychopath and lock the other person up permanently.
To treat a friend like this, imagining what it would feel like to kiss him every night, is absolutely a sign of perversion and schizophrenia.
However, Zhong Yu also knew that this was inevitable. He had no way out from the beginning. They could never have been friends. He and Jian Dieda were either lovers with only a one percent chance of being together, or strangers who would never see each other again. Or, he would become a criminal and imprison the two of them with love. This was the fate of everything.
So he used every means to set up trap after trap, just because he wanted to die at the hands of Jane Diedda in the end.
If it is death, then it can be remembered forever.
Even without love, not forgetting someone is a kind of eternity.
But every time he sets a trap and hints to Jane, "Do something outrageous to me, take away my most precious things, destroy me, or even let me die in your place, I will grant your request, as long as it is within my power."
He received the exact same answer every time.
Jane said, "Zhong Yu, you don't look well. I'll stay with you."
“Zhong Yu, I don’t need you to make any sacrifices; I can stay by your side.”
"Zhong Yu, hold my hand. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Zhong Yu, who is mentally unstable, is always unable to save himself, yet he is constantly being forgiven unilaterally by Jian Dieda.
It is precisely because Jane Dieda will never ask the question, "Would you be willing to die for me, Zhong Yu?" that Zhong Yu feels that his life is repeating the same cycle.
“If it’s for Jane Dieda alone, I’d be willing to die. I mean, I’d be willing.”
And so, he quietly approached Jane Dieda, and by chance, he seized an opportunity to disrupt Jane Dieda's friendship with his "study abroad plan," ultimately fulfilling one of his despicable wish lists.
Zhong Yu told Jian Dieda, "After being away for several years, I still couldn't bear to leave you alone in the country. So, considering the pleasant cooperation between the company and you, let's have a fake marriage. We can still be friends after the marriage, which will give me an explanation to my family, and you can work with peace of mind."
He shamelessly fabricated the role of a selfless friend.
Jane Diedda still chose to tolerate his scoundrel behavior.
Until one day, the results of a real-world cancer test appeared in their lives.
At the time, Jane Dieda was undergoing some psychological treatment. The doctor told them that Jane Dieda had never been able to process the emotions and feelings of others.
This problem has existed for a long time and has consistently affected Jian Dieda's daily life. For example, he can treat writing novels as "food," writing until he starves himself to the point of needing to be hospitalized because he lacks the desires of a normal person and cannot eat on his own. Another example is that he doesn't feel anything when he's burned, doesn't actively seek medical help, and is unable to feel pain even when his wounds ulcerate.
Zhong Yu asked out of curiosity, "In that case, if we create a major emotional stimulus for him, is it possible to awaken his future emotional perception abilities?"
The doctor said, "It's possible, but the shock would have to be significant. His parents are long gone; what other options are there?"
Zhong Yu smiled and said, "That's true, but we should give it a try. If he succeeds, he can have the life he wants most and won't be isolated from other people's worlds."
He cleverly embarked on a dangerous, undisclosed conspiracy, his aim being nothing more than to sacrifice himself for Jian Dieda's future.
During this long and frustrating unrequited love, he also reflected on many of the problems he had made in the past.
To acknowledge that you are loved requires the courage to peel away the thick layer of self-doubt that makes you feel unworthy.
Admitting that you are not loved requires even more courage to face the desolation of having given your love in vain.
Some people cower in a shell of avoidance, habitually filtering all warmth with pessimism. When loved, their first reaction is to retreat, as if getting any closer would scorch them. Their problem isn't the lack of love, but their inability to believe—that love, when it comes, will stay for them.
Others are trapped in a cycle of obsession, treating a relationship that should have ended long ago as an ongoing emotional investment. The more they give, the harder it is to let go, and even if only emptiness remains, they fill it with fantasy. Because admitting they are not loved is tantamount to admitting that all their past investment and expectations were a huge misunderstanding.
These two dilemmas may seem opposite, but they share a similar core: we all desperately want to find a definite answer to the turmoil in our hearts.
In truth, loving or not loving is not the final judgment of oneself. True courage may be letting go of this judgment and moving forward despite uncertainty—carrying the scars of the past, but also with great compassion for oneself, to encounter one's own Guanyin.
Unfortunately, Zhong Yu realized too late that he was no longer worthy of the second half of Jian Dieda's life. All he could do was make sure that someone had received his Christmas gift.
Yes.
He died on Christmas Eve in his previous life.
And this was the gift he gave Jane Dieda on their fifth wedding anniversary.
"Please let the tears I shed after my death be the light that will start your new life."
"Congratulations, the dark night of the first half of your life is over. And Merry Christmas."
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