Xie Jing didn't feel nervous or scared at all. She was very open-minded. Besides, she had read Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio before, and she had even touched it with her own hands. Zhou Jiyun was a living person now, so what was there to be afraid of?
Eight o'clock in the evening, in the master bedroom.
Xie Jing and Zhou Jiyun sat opposite each other. To create a serious atmosphere, Xie Jing even placed two pillows between them. This was to prevent Zhou Jiyun from rubbing against her again while talking, and then he would try to make jokes and get away with it.
Zhou Jiyun raised his hands in surrender: "I will tell you everything I want to say. Jingjing, you're... like you're guarding against wolves."
Xie Jing glanced at him and said, "Let's talk business. Be serious."
Zhou Jiyun immediately sat up straight: "Okay, then I'll speak first?"
Xie Jing: "You go ahead and I'll ask you questions later."
So for the next twenty minutes, Xie Jing heard about how sweet she and Zhou Jiyun were in her previous life, as well as the various misunderstandings that followed. As for their ending, Zhou Jiyun only mentioned it briefly.
Xie Jing didn't rush to ask these questions. She turned around and took out a notebook from the bedside table. Zhou Jiyun's eyelids twitched. Xie Jing didn't use her notebook often, but when she did, it was usually for something important.
For example, the music scores and lyrics written by Xie Jing are all in this notebook.
"Now I'm going to ask a question," Xie Jing said, flipping open her notebook. "According to the tropes of rebirth stories, the protagonist usually experiences a great setback or trauma. What happened to you that made you go back to the past?"
Zhou Jiyun was silent.
Xie Jing tapped Zhou Jiyun's knee with the hard cover of her notebook: "You said that at the wedding."
"I know. We need to be honest with each other." Zhou Jiyun sighed. "After your accidental death, Jingjing, I've been tracking down clues. I've already found some clues, but on my way to meet the person who provided the clue, I was hit by an oncoming dump truck."
Xie Jing had already guessed that her past life might have ended badly, but when she heard that she had died in an accident, her heart involuntarily spasmed: "What accident? Fire?"
Zhou Jiyun raised his eyes sharply: "How do you know?"
Xie Jing breathed a sigh of relief after her suspicions were confirmed. "Ever since I was a kid—I can't remember how old I was—I've often had the same nightmare. I dreamt I was trapped in a fire..."
Zhou Jiyun lowered his head, his eyes filled with sorrow. "How could you have such a dream? But you don't have any memories of it."
Xie Jing changed her posture slightly: "So you think what happened to me was not an accident? And you were also killed during the investigation?"
"That's what I mean," Zhou Jiyun sighed, no longer hiding the past. "We've always had a very good relationship, but when you were twenty-eight, Luo Yan suddenly came to me with a boy who looked very much like me, saying he was my son."
As he spoke, he glanced at Xie Jing's expression. Xie Jing looked calm and there was no change at all. Zhou Jiyun unconsciously felt relieved.
"But how is that possible? Luo Yan and I are only related by that agreement. I've never had another woman. Yet, that child looks a lot like me."
Zhou Jiyun smiled bitterly: "I have always been very careful and never do anything stupid outside. I have no idea what happened to that child. I know that the paternity test is fake, but I have no evidence."
"Plus, Zhou Zhida teamed up with the Shen family at that time to cause trouble for me everywhere, and I was forced to worry about it. You were pregnant at the time and couldn't accept it. You wanted to divorce me."
Xie Jing understood. No wonder Zhou Jiyun had always begged her not to leave him. This was the root of their feelings.
She was silent for a moment: "Do you swear that the child is really not yours?"
Zhou Jiyun immediately knelt upright on the bed: "I swear, that child really has nothing to do with me. You are my only wife, and the child was already ten years old when I found him."
"At that time, I was busy with Rongsheng's IPO and lived and ate at the company for several months. How could I have done something wrong? Besides, Luo Yan and I haven't seen each other since she went to Country M for high school."
"It's just that Luo Yan is used to playing pitiful, and Zhou Zhida and Zhou Jiwen have been stirring things up. Grandpa wants that child to return to his ancestral home. I don't agree, and we have a big disagreement, and he doesn't support me like he used to."
Xie Jing understood Zhou Jiyun's situation and thought for a moment, "So you sent someone to look for that child as soon as you got back?"
"Yes," Zhou Jiyun nodded. "His appearance was such a coincidence, and I'm also really curious about whose child that is. Anyway, I'm very sure that he's not mine."
Xie Jing understood: "That's all? Are you hiding anything else from me?"
"No, I've told you my biggest secret. I'm not hiding anything else from you." Zhou Jiyun shook his head repeatedly: "Jingjing, are you angry?"
"I'm not angry," Xie Jing shook her head. "It's just that the doubts in my heart have been resolved, and I can finally feel at ease. Now that I've finished, let's go to sleep."
Seeing Xie Jing lying down, Zhou Jiyun kicked away the pillow in the middle, moved closer to Xie Jing, and tentatively hooked his fingers around her. Seeing that Xie Jing didn't object, he took advantage of the situation and hugged her.
Xie Jing struggled, but Zhou Jiyun held her tighter. Xie Jing had no choice but to say, "It's a little hot."
Zhou Jiyun loosened his grip a little as he was told, but he still held Xie Jing tightly, like a vicious dog holding a treasure that he had lost and found again, and he protected it carefully and meticulously.
"Jingjing, what do you think after hearing this?" Zhou Jiyun asked softly after a long time.
Xie Jing wasn't asleep. After hearing this, she turned over slightly and lay flat on the bed: "To be honest, I feel a little sad, but the only feeling I have is that you are really pitiful."
"I was splashed with a huge bucket of dirty water, my wife and child died in an accident, and then I didn't have a good end either. What else can I be but a pitiful person?"
"No wonder you said our experience was more difficult than the novel."
Zhou Jiyun rested his head on Xie Jing's shoulder: "I'm especially afraid that you won't be able to accept it. I'm also afraid that you won't trust me like before and will leave me."
Xie Jing touched Zhou Jiyun's back: "Perhaps because I don't have those memories, I can look at these things from an outsider's perspective, so I won't have any ill feelings towards you because of those things. And you promised to be honest with me, and I believe you if you say so."
"You said that the child is not yours, so let's find that child, and then the truth will be revealed."
Zhou Jiyun put his arm around Xie Jing's waist and said, "Jingjing, you have always been very kind and tolerant of me. I am really lucky to have met you."
"You're getting greasy again," Xie Jing patted the back of his head. "Actually, if you think about it carefully, you and your cousin look quite similar. It seems like three generations of your Zhou family have the same face."
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