Even though Qi Yanjue didn't speak, Song Yueying could guess what he was wondering.
They were initially at a disadvantage, but suddenly they turned the tables. This whole affair was strange in every way, so how could someone as perceptive as him not notice?
All she had to do now was dispel his doubts and clear herself of any suspicions.
"Brother, actually, you didn't need to come back in person. You could have just sent Chen Guangyao or Zhou Feng to tell me." Song Yueying's tone was...
The tone was the same as when Qi Yanjue said he would send someone back to check on Song's mother.
Qi Yanjue's eyes flickered, his gaze fixed on Song Yueying's face. "Chen Guangyao and Zhou Feng were not present at the time, so they may have overlooked details and may not be able to explain it clearly."
“It’s easier for the two of us who were involved to recall the events.”
After Qi Yanjue finished speaking, Song Yueying couldn't help but feel a sudden jolt in her heart. What other details did he want to know? What did he want to recall?
A pang of panic shot through her heart, but she showed no sign of it on her face. Song Yueying feigned surprise and asked, "So you mean you want to thoroughly investigate this matter?"
"Of course we must investigate thoroughly." Qi Yanjue nodded, looking at her seriously and earnestly. "My memory only goes back to when the axe was about to strike me, and I grabbed the man's arm and yelled for you to run."
"I have absolutely no recollection of what happened after that."
"Why wasn't I killed by that man's axe? Did you escape? Who seriously injured those people? Why did their weapons disappear...?"
"These are just the questions I can think of. There are also questions I can't think of, and none of them have answers."
"This matter is strange in every way. I won't feel at ease until I find out the truth."
"I came back to find you because I wanted to go over the whole story with you and see if there were any discrepancies in our memories."
With each word Qi Yanjue spoke, Song Yueying's heart sank a little lower.
She could answer all his questions, but she didn't have time to deal with them right now.
There was an even more important question that she couldn't understand.
"It really needs to be investigated thoroughly," Song Yueying muttered to herself. Her gas weapon research had gone wrong, something that had never happened before.
Qi Yanjue's last memory was telling her to run, which means he remembered everything that had happened before.
Crush the small sphere; the drug will take effect within five minutes. It first paralyzes the nerves, causing the person to become weak and conscious, before falling into a coma ten minutes later.
The most domineering aspect, and also the one Song Yueying liked and was most satisfied with, was that the person who took the traditional Chinese medicine stopped remembering the moment they crushed the small ball; upon waking, they only remembered events before taking the medicine.
But Qi Yanjue remembered what happened after she crushed the small ball. Could it be because of the heavy rain that the medicine took effect more slowly?
Qi Yanjue was waiting for Song Yueying to continue, but she remained silent. He assumed she was recalling the situation and didn't disturb her further.
After heating up the food, Song's mother came out to call her daughter and saw a man squatting in front of her. Startled for a moment, she turned and went back into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and rushed out.
Hearing footsteps, Qi Yanjue turned around and saw Song's mother wielding a kitchen knife and coming at him.
As he stood up, he pulled Song Yueying up, quickly retreated into the main room, and closed the door.
The movements were performed in one smooth motion.
The speed was so fast that Song's mother thought she was seeing afterimages. She rubbed her eyes, rushed to the door, and kicked it, yelling, "You bad thing, let my daughter out right now!"
"Or I'll kill you."
"Mom..." Qi Yanjue had just called out "Mom" when he was interrupted by Song's mother, who was burning with anger. "Calling me 'Mom' won't help. Release my daughter right now, or I'll kill you."
"I'll count to three. If you don't let my daughter out by then, I'll chop down the door."
As if afraid that the people inside wouldn't believe her, Song's mother raised the kitchen knife and slashed at the wooden door with the back of the blade.
Suddenly pulled into the house by Qi Yanjue, Song Yueying overheard her mother threatening to kill him. Confused, she asked, "Why did you close the door?"
"Didn't you see Mom brandishing a kitchen knife and charging at us?" Qi Yanjue asked instead of answering.
Song Yueying shook her head; she really hadn't seen it.
Qi Yanjue explained, "I was afraid of hurting Mom, which is why I didn't try to take the kitchen knife from her. I was also afraid she might accidentally hurt us, so I had to bring you inside."
"Why would Mom want to chop us with a kitchen knife?" Song Yueying was even more puzzled.
"How would I know?" Qi Yanjue was even more puzzled than her. "I heard footsteps, turned around, and saw Mom rushing towards us with a kitchen knife."
"I didn't have time to think, I grabbed you and we hid inside the house."
"You said before that Mom has a mental illness. Could it be that her mental illness has relapsed?"
This question stumped Song Yueying, who was genuinely unsure whether her mother was experiencing a mental breakdown. Searching through the original owner's memories, she quickly discovered the characteristics of each of her mother's episodes.
Without exception.
“Every time Mom has an episode, she mutters to herself, repeating the same things over and over.” Song Yueying asked, “Did you hear Mom repeating those things?”
"No." Qi Yanjue shook his head.
“Then Mom didn’t have an attack.” Song Yueying concluded confidently, raising her hand to push Qi Yanjue, “Move aside, I’ll talk to Mom.”
After confirming that Song's mother was not ill, Song Yueying reached out to open the door, but Qi Yanjue stopped her, saying in a low voice, "Just to be safe, don't open the door yet."
Realizing that her mother had a kitchen knife, Song Yueying had no choice but to abandon the idea of opening the door. She said through the door, "Mom, can you put down the knife first? You're scaring us."
"Little Shadow, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Mom didn't mean to scare you." Hearing her daughter say she was frightened, Song's mother quickly comforted her.
Looking down at the kitchen knife in her hand, Song's mother was conflicted.
Her daughter told her to put down the kitchen knife, but if she did, her daughter would be bullied and she would have nothing left to threaten anyone.
After a moment's hesitation, Song's mother decided to ignore her daughter's words for the time being. She raised her voice and said, "Little Shadow, don't be afraid. That bad thing, if he dares to hurt you..."
"Mom will definitely kill him."
The next sentence was spoken through gritted teeth by Song's mother.
Song Yueying blinked and looked at Qi Yanjue, "You bad thing, that's an insult to you."
"That's exactly what Mom just said." Qi Yanjue felt helpless and speechless at being called a bad thing by his mother-in-law.
Seeing Qi Yanjue's helpless and speechless expression, Song Yueying said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Mom, you're mistaken. He's not a bad person."
“He is your son, Qi Yanjue. You call him Xiao Qi.”
“What Xiao Qi? Xiao Qi isn’t my son, he’s your man.” Song’s mother said, “Little Shadow, don’t be fooled by him. Tell him to open the door, and I promise I won’t kill him.”
What? Xiao Qi is her man? Song Yueying's eyes widened. She had to get to the bottom of this. She reached out and unlatched the door, opening it to the door.
Seeing the door open, Song's mother brandished a kitchen knife, ready to attack...
Qi Yanjue quickly pulled Song Yueying behind him, but Song Yueying pushed him aside, leaving him to face Song's mother, who was brandishing a kitchen knife.
"Mom." Song Yueying reached out and snatched the kitchen knife from her mother's hand, hiding it behind her back. She frowned and asked, "Mom, why are you trying to cut us with this kitchen knife?"
"I didn't mean to cut you with the cleaver," Song's mother explained, then looked at Qi Yanjue and said fiercely, "I meant to cut him."
"Why did you cut him down?" Song Yueying asked curiously.
“He’s bullying you!” Song’s mother replied.
Song Yueying suddenly felt a headache coming on. Her conversation with her mother seemed to be a question and answer, but in reality, they were talking at cross purposes, and neither of them understood the other.
She handed the kitchen knife to Qi Yanjue and gave him a wink.
Qi Yanjue understood her meaning, took the kitchen knife and prepared to go to the kitchen, but was blocked by Song's mother. He quickly hid the kitchen knife behind his back, just like Song Yueying had done.
Upon seeing his face clearly, Song's mother exclaimed, "Xiao Qi, when did you get back?"
"I...I just...just got back." Qi Yanjue stammered, turning his head to look at Song Yueying, hoping she could help him understand.
To everyone's surprise, Song Yueying shrugged, indicating that she was also puzzled.
"It's good that you're back." Song's mother reached out to take Qi Yanjue's hand, but Qi Yanjue quickly took a step back, which startled Song's mother.
Realizing his behavior was inappropriate, Qi Yanjue coughed awkwardly.
Song's mother didn't think his behavior was wrong; she just wanted to complain to him, "Xiao Qi, you're finally back. You don't know, everyone in the village says you sacrificed yourself."
"They said Xiao Yingzi was a martyr's widow, a young widow."
"That's really going too far."
“You are perfectly fine, but they insist that you have sacrificed yourself, and that Little Shadow is a widow.”
“Especially Wang Guixiang and Song Rumeng, that mother and daughter are so wicked, so wicked. They have designs on Xiao Yingzi, wanting to marry her off to Wang Muxiang’s nephew.”
"Her nephew is called Wang Laicai. He has a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, and he's terribly ugly. He's like a toad trying to eat swan meat, and he's got his eye on my Xiaoying."
"He's dreaming."
"Now that you're back, you must teach him a lesson."
Song's mother launched into a long tirade, complaining without taking a breath.
From what Song's mother said, Qi Yanjue grasped several key points. The villagers said he had sacrificed his life, that Song Yueying was a martyr's widow, and that a man named Wang Laicai was after Song Yueying.
Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng from next door were accomplices.
The first two points can be ignored, but the last two are of utmost importance.
"Your name is Wang Laicai, right? Very good!" Qi Yanjue narrowed his eyes dangerously, his expression somewhat sinister.
"Yes, his name is Wang Laicai." Looking at her son-in-law, Song's mother wasn't frightened at all; on the contrary, she was very happy. She cautioned him, "Xiao Qi, Wang Laicai is extremely shameless."
"If you see him, don't give him a chance to lie, just hit him."
“Every time he comes to our house and bothers Xiaoyingzi, I hit him with a big stick. He runs around everywhere and tries to run away.”
“You are Xiaoyingzi’s husband. If you see Wang Laicai, you should beat him up too, to vent Xiaoyingzi’s anger.”
Watching her mother's lips move as she rambled on and on, Song Yueying only grasped one key point: Qi Yanjue was her martyr husband who had sacrificed his life.
Stepping up to Qi Yanjue, Song Yueying slowly raised her head, staring intently at his handsome face, and said, word by word, "Qi-Yan-Jue".
As she finished speaking, the original owner's memories of Qi Yanjue erupted like magma. The blurry face in her memory became clear, overlapping with Qi Yanjue's face.
Whether it was because her memories had been unlocked or not, Song Yueying felt a sharp, needle-like pain in her head.
Her vision went black, and her consciousness instantly sank into darkness.
She suddenly lunged at him. Qi Yanjue was stunned for a moment. He was about to back away when he saw that her eyes were tightly closed, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.
His subconscious action was faster than his thought; he reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
"Little Shadow!" Song's mother was terrified. She grabbed Song Yueying's arm and pulled her into her arms, anxiously calling out, "Little Shadow, what's wrong?"
"Little Shadow, Little Shadow, don't sleep! Open your eyes and look at Mom, don't scare me."
"Little Shadow..."
Seeing that she couldn't wake her daughter, Song's mother's voice choked with sobs. She was terrified and panicked, completely at a loss for what to do, and could only hold her daughter tightly.
When the person in his arms was snatched away, Qi Yanjue was stunned for a moment, but without thinking much, he put the kitchen knife in his hand on the square table.
He walked back, stretched out his hands to Song's mother, and said, "Mom, give her to me, let me see what's wrong with her."
"Xiao Qi." Song's mother's voice was choked with sobs, as if she had only just noticed Qi Yanjue's presence. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at him, but she didn't heed his request to give Song Yueying to him.
She protected her daughter like the apple of her eye; even if it were Qi Yanjue, Song's mother would never give her daughter to him.
"Mom, give her to me, let me see what's wrong with her." Qi Yanjue had no choice but to say it again.
He was also very anxious, but no matter how anxious he was, he didn't dare to directly reach out and snatch her. He was afraid of hurting Song Yueying, and also afraid of upsetting Song's mother, after all, Song's mother had a mental illness.
"Can you wake up Little Shadow?" Song's mother looked at Qi Yanjue expectantly.
He really couldn't guarantee that; he'd only learned basic first aid and how to distinguish between unconscious and... well, you know.
Gathering his thoughts, Qi Yanjue could only say indirectly, "Mom, let me see why she suddenly fainted, and then I'll figure out a way to wake her up."
After thinking for a moment, Song's mother could only nod.
Qi Yanjue took Song Yueying from him, bent down and picked her up, striding into the room he had previously stayed in. He carefully laid her flat on the bed, first checking her pulse, then examining her eyes.
As the sun set, the room became somewhat dimly lit, but this did not impair Qi Yanjue's eyesight. After examining the room, his tense nerves relaxed.
Seeing that Qi Yanjue's movements were similar to those of her daughter when examining others, Song's mother finally believed that Qi Yanjue was examining her daughter.
"Xiao Qi, how is Xiao Yingzi? Can you wake her up?" Song's mother asked anxiously.
Qi Yanjue replied, "Mom, don't worry, she's just unconscious, there's nothing else wrong."
"Does being in a coma mean being asleep?" Song's mother asked, not understanding.
"You could say that," Qi Yanjue nodded.
“But you can wake someone up when they’re asleep. I called for so long, but Little Shadow didn’t wake up!” Song’s mother was puzzled.
Qi Yanjue was speechless for a moment. After thinking for a while, he said, "She is sleeping very soundly. You can't wake her up by calling her. You have to wait for her to wake up on her own."
Mother Song understood and nodded, "I'll stay here and watch over Little Shadow until she wakes up."
Qi Yanjue said, "Mom, it's getting late. I'll stay here and watch over her. You go and eat first, and then come back to watch over her after you've finished eating."
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