Chapter 182 There is more than one
"Silent, daughter, are you listening? Daddy has money now, I can support you. Will you live with Daddy?"
The rest of the family members also came over, and they all looked unhappy.
Lan Xinyan, in particular, would have started cursing if Shen Zhiye hadn't stopped her.
Yan Buyu took a deep breath. "There's no need. There's nothing to contact."
"Silence, silence. I know you still blame your father. I don't ask you to forgive me so quickly. I just hope you can give me a chance to make amends to your child."
"I don't need to make amends. Now that you have money, live your life properly and don't bother me." Yan Buyu clenched his fists, forcing himself to reply in a calm voice.
"No, no, Dad owes you too much. Buyu, Dad has money now. Can you give me a bank account number and I'll transfer the money to you? Can we father and daughter have a proper meeting? Good child."
At the same time, Song Jingyi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a wine glass in his hand, gazing at the distant river view.
The computer on the table behind him was playing audio.
Yan Qihang cried with great sorrow, like an old father who had devoted his heart and soul to raising his child only to be cruelly abandoned after the child grew up.
Song Jingyi drank his wine expressionlessly.
Until he heard Yan Qihang say, "Buyu, you are your father's own flesh and blood, and your father truly wants to make it up to you."
He gave a light scoff.
Yan Qihang, you really have a silver tongue.
Yan Buyu hung up the phone, and the audio synchronization ended on this end.
Standing to the side, A-Cheng ripped the X-shaped black tape off his mouth. "Boss, it doesn't bother us when we talk, and they can't hear us anyway. Why are you making me gag myself?"
Song Jingyi finished his drink without looking at him. "Noisy."
Acheng felt a pang of sadness.
He picked up the bottle and poured the liquor straight into his mouth. "First, you complained that my bald head would scare the little girl, and now you complain that I'm noisy and have duct tape over my mouth. Boss, don't you love me anymore?"
Song Jingyi looked at him with disdain, "Can't you fucking take another bottle?"
As Acheng walked toward the wine cabinet, he said, "Well, now they're complaining that I'm dirty."
Song Jingyi had a headache.
Why did I pick this kid up back then?
If Chen Mo hadn't gone to Norway, he really wouldn't want to see A-Cheng even once.
"Boss, Yan Qihang's phone only sent a few messages and made one call to Xiaoya. He's trying to lie to her, isn't he?" Acheng unscrewed the bottle, filled Song Jingyi's glass, and added a few ice cubes.
"Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious," Song Jingyi said.
"Who is Sima Zhao? The child who smashed the water jar?" Acheng found the name familiar.
“Acheng.”
"What's up, boss?" Acheng grinned. "Do you need me to do something? Let me tell you, I'm definitely better than Chen Mo!"
"Go back to Italy."
Acheng: ...
"Boss." A man's voice suddenly came from the computer.
Acheng was startled. "Ze Ming? When are you going to get rid of this eavesdropping habit? You scared me to death."
"Keep an eye on Yan Qihang and listen to his phone," Song Jingyi ordered.
"Can I shoot him?" Ze Ming asked calmly, as if asking if he could shoot a wild chicken.
"No, let him return without him noticing. I want him to die in Country Z."
Let everyone know about his death.
Otherwise, the knot in a child's heart will never be untied in their lifetime.
No, perhaps it's a mystery that can't be solved in two lifetimes.
"What about me? What should I do?" Acheng leaned closer. "I'll protect the little girl."
"Boss, I'm hanging up." Ze Ming's voice then disappeared.
"Boss, let me protect the little girl. I was trained by you, and I'm the best at fighting. Is that okay?" Acheng continued to clamor.
Song Jingyi took a sip of his drink. "Why don't you just go die?"
"Fine, I'll die if you tell me to, but, boss," A-Cheng leaned forward again, "let me protect the little girl for a few days, okay?"
"She's afraid of bald men."
“I wear a wig.”
Ah Cheng limped out of Song Jingyi's room. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. He resorted to violence again.
Song Jingyi drank half a bottle of whiskey by himself.
The cell phone on the table rang.
I pressed the answer button, and Chen Mo's voice came through.
“Brother Yi, I arrived in Norway yesterday and found the general under the Emperor.”
"Hmm, how should I put it?"
“He said he was a general who had participated in several major battles, and he also mentioned a few battles that couldn’t be found online,” Chen Mo answered truthfully. “I contacted his therapist.”
A man spoke in a trembling voice, breaking into broken English.
“Sir, I am Ben’s therapist. Please feel free to ask me anything you would like to know.”
Song Jingyi asked in fluent English, "Among the patients you've treated, have any said they've been reborn?"
The man paused for a moment, then said, "Ah, yes, there is. There's a woman who was brought here by her family. She claims to be reborn and insists on divorcing her husband, saying that he will team up with her sister to kill her in the future."
"So, she was reborn after being murdered?"
"That's right, sir."
Song Jingyi lit a cigarette. "Do you think this is true?"
"It's true, sir. I'm sure people will think I'm crazy for saying this, but I've seen many patients who can't be explained by science."
"What about Ben? What's his situation?" Song Jingyi already had a judgment in mind. He flicked off his cigarette ash and took the opportunity to inquire about the general under the emperor's command.
“He is another kind of person. Sometimes he is a general, sometimes he is Ben. I think his situation is more like being possessed by a ghost.”
Song Jingyi hummed in agreement.
The therapist quickly called out to him, "Sir, I have answered your question truthfully. Could you please have your men remove the gun from my head?"
"Amo, come back." Song Jingyi said and hung up the phone.
He smoked one cigarette after another on the table.
Song Jingyi felt as if his heart was being torn apart when he thought of Yan Buyu crying and complaining.
In her past life, her throat was slit.
What about yourself?
Did it not appear?
That shouldn't be the case.
Song Jingyi calculated the time in his mind.
The turning point for Yan Buyu's rebirth should be after Lan Xinyan and Yan Qihang divorced.
That is, when she was eight years old.
This time, she chose to go with Lan Xinyan.
Yan Qihang was sent to prison by Shen Zhiye and was only released six months ago.
In his past life, he killed her on July 17th.
In this life, on July 17th, he was abroad with a wealthy woman.
Song Jingyi tapped the table with the lighter in his hand, the crisp "click" sound low and rhythmic.
Her silent rebirth only changed her own trajectory; it did not change the trajectories of others.
Then, at this time in my previous life, I must have already known that the child Yan Qihang sent back then was not real.
He must also be searching for his sister's whereabouts and seeking revenge on Yan Qihang.
But... this time Yan Qihang ran away.
It didn't fall on July 17th.
The clicking sound suddenly disappeared.
Song Jingyi raised an eyebrow. Could it be that there was more than one person who was reborn after death?
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