Chapter 139 A Battleground, A Dog's Battleground
The cold wind continued to blow, and the withered leaves on the big tree rustled as they swirled and fell from the branches.
Silence spread between the two, casting a heavy, oppressive atmosphere over the dark night.
Fu Hanchuan stepped forward and stood beside Fu Zhiyan.
"I don't know what happened between you two, what your purpose is, and I have no interest in knowing what you want to do by staying by Yan Yan's side."
Fu Hanchuan parted his thin lips slightly, his voice cold: "But he likes you very much, depends on you a lot, and treats you like family."
"I don't care what you think, and I don't care what you want to do. As long as he's happy, and you don't cross the line, I can turn a blind eye."
"But if you dare to do anything to hurt him."
"I will not let you go."
I was prepared to accept the threat of leaving or be ostracized, but I never expected Fu Hanchuan to say such things.
Is he making concessions?
Fu Zhiyan was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, and she smiled, "Was I like this before?"
Fu Hanchuan frowned. "What did you say?"
Fu Zhiyan chuckled softly but did not reply.
Then they changed the subject to another topic.
“You love him, you can’t be unaware of his feelings.” Fu Zhiyan’s lips curled into a playful smile, her tone subtle: “Then you should also know how Yan Yan feels about me right now, right?”
Fu Hanchuan's face immediately turned extremely ugly.
The truth he had been deliberately ignoring pierced his heart like a needle, causing him unbearable pain.
Yes.
As intimate partners, he certainly couldn't possibly misinterpret the way his lover looked at another man.
It wasn't just liking; he couldn't ignore the subtle attachment and love. He could only repeatedly remind himself that they had been together for so many years, and he had already received enough. He couldn't be too greedy.
You will eventually erase the traces that person left behind.
Fu Zhiyan turned her gaze away and looked at the bright moon in the distance. She spoke slowly, "As the so-called system, I accompanied him through 130 years of reincarnation. For 130 years, we depended on each other for survival. Every time a reincarnation ended, we would return to the space together and sleep side by side."
Fu Zhiyan recounts those heartwarming daily moments, one by one.
Sweet everyday life.
The past can never be returned to.
It transformed into thorny vines of jealousy, piercing the hearts of who knows whose hearts it hurt.
“If I hadn’t disguised myself as a dog for those 130 years, perhaps,” Fu Zhiyan smiled, “he would probably be with me now.”
Fu Hanchuan gritted his teeth, his face growing increasingly pale.
I didn't see Fu Hanchuan's expression.
Her thoughts drifted back to the past, and Fu Zhiyan subconsciously curled the corners of her lips slightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, revealing a hint of bitterness.
Fu Zhiyan continued slowly, "For 130 years, I watched him die in front of me time and time again, helpless in the face of the predetermined plot."
"You have no idea what kind of pain he went through."
“I took my anger out on him, complained about the injustices to him, and let myself lose control, hurting him again and again.”
“But who is truly innocent?” Fu Zhiyan lifted her eyelids, her gray eyes filled with a deathly stillness, and asked softly, “Fu Hanchuan, do you have the right to say these things to me? Do you think you have the right to love him?”
"Fu Hanchuan, what do you think..."
Fu Zhiyan patted the fallen leaves that had drifted onto his shoulder expressionlessly. His voice was unusually calm, and each question was squeezed out from between his teeth, chilling to the bone.
"Do we deserve to love him and stay by his side?"
The voice, stripped of its disguise, lost its former exotic accent; it was very soft, and the two voices overlapped.
A moment.
The whole world fell silent.
It felt like a heavy hammer was hitting my heart; the pain was so intense that even breathing was difficult.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes darkened, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his fingers clenched into fists. Only the intense pain and taste of blood on the tip of his tongue prevented him from losing control and rushing forward to beat someone.
The silence lasted for a long time.
Fu Hanchuan finally moved his lips: "So you said all this to me tonight just to get me to give up my position to you?"
Fu Hanchuan sneered.
"Yan Yan has feelings for you, that's true, but the person he loves most right now is me, the person by his side is me, and the person he loves now is me."
Fu Hanchuan spoke slowly in a low voice, each word distinct and firm, carrying undisguised hostility.
“I have done many wrong things to Yan Yan and said many hurtful things to him. As you said, I am not qualified to stay by Yan Yan’s side.”
Fu Hanchuan kept a calm expression, and with a slight raise of his hand, the ring on his ring finger shone brightly in the moonlight.
She added slowly, "But he loves me and has already chosen me."
“I am not innocent, and I am indeed unworthy, but as long as I, Fu Hanchuan, live in this world, I will do my best to give him the best of everything—money, love, protection. From material to spiritual, I can do it all and make up for it.”
“And you,” Fu Hanchuan said sarcastically, “Why do you think that if I leave, Yan Yan will be with you?”
Like a wild beast whose anger has finally been provoked, Fu Hanchuan's eyes instantly darkened, and a layer of frost covered his icy pupils, chilling and piercing.
The momentary hesitation vanished, replaced by a frenzied hostility; his grey-blue eyes churned with an intense aura of danger.
The two stared at each other for a long time.
Neither side was willing to give in.
"Give way?"
It was Fu Zhiyan who broke the deadlock.
He chuckled softly, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes; only a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
You're overthinking it.
"I'm just not reconciled."
Fu Hanchuan frowned.
"I'm not reconciled. Why? He loves you so much even though you're the same person. I'm not reconciled. Why do you get to spend so much time with him?"
Fu Zhiyan spoke slowly and deliberately, each word as if immersed in ice water, low and soft, with clear pronunciation.
one person?
Strange statements and a bizarre premonition rose in my heart.
Fu Hanchuan frowned even more deeply and interrupted Fu Zhiyan directly.
That's enough.
Fu Zhiyan stopped speaking, her gaze calm.
Fu Hanchuan said, "No matter who you are, I will not give Yan Yan to you. He is already trying to improve, and if anything you do causes him to have any negative emotions..."
Fu Hanchuan paused, his voice unexpectedly calm: "No matter the cost, I will never allow you to have any contact again."
Fu Zhiyan fell silent.
After a while.
Fu Zhiyan said, "Don't worry, I only have one month left. I came here just to see him one last time."
One month.
Fu Hanchuan froze, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and his previously tense hostility faltered slightly.
But soon, he regained his guarded demeanor, his voice still cold: "What do you mean by 'one month'?"
Just then, the phone rang.
The two of them followed the sound.
Fu Hanchuan took out his phone from his pocket, and the screen was flashing the four characters "Yan Yan [Rabbit Baby]".
Fu Hanchuan quickly answered the phone.
Why aren't you in your room?
A drowsy, hazy voice came from the other end.
Upon hearing this, Fu Hanchuan softened his expression and replied gently, "I was dealing with company matters and needed to make a phone call, but I was afraid of disturbing you, so I came out."
Suddenly remembering that Wen Yanyu had just come out of the hospital, Fu Hanchuan asked with concern, "Why did you suddenly wake up? Are you feeling unwell again?"
"I woke up as soon as you weren't here," Wen Yanyu complained, feeling wronged. "Didn't you say you'd sleep with me? I left the puppy aside, and now you're gone when I wake up."
Fu Hanchuan smiled and said, "Then you should go to sleep now, and I'll come back to keep you company right away, okay?"
"I'll wait for you to come back before I go to sleep."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
The call ended.
Looking at Fu Zhiyan, who was in a daze.
Fu Hanchuan smiled in a good mood, but his hostility remained. "Let's stop here. I'm not interested in what you're trying to do. And stop provoking me. If things get out of hand, let's see who Yan Yan chooses."
"Yan Yan needs me now."
Fu Hanchuan coldly uttered his last words, then ignored Fu Zhiyan and turned to leave.
The man's figure receded into the distance.
Fu Zhiyan lowered her eyes, her forced smile filled with bitterness. Black cracks began to spread from her wrist, gradually extending upwards to the corners of her eyes.
Wherever it passed, it caused excruciating, tearing pain.
A gray-white plush bunny drooped down the hem of her dress. Fu Zhiyan gently reached out, lifted the bunny, and placed a kiss on its fluffy head.
A fierce wind howled past, and the withered leaves that were still hanging on the branches could no longer resist. They were swept up by the wind and forcibly torn off the branches.
It drifted and swayed as it fell to the ground, landing on the soil, waiting to eventually turn into dust.
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Winter nights are damp and cold, and a gentle breeze carries a chill into the room through the half-open window.
The office was quiet, with only a nightlight on the desk. The light was not bright, but very soft, just enough to illuminate the desk.
Qin Chengzhi sat at the table, holding a cup of hot tea in one hand and flipping through documents with the other, one document after another being reviewed.
Qin Chengzhi lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea.
The warm tea slid down his throat, slightly dispelling the chill. Qin Chengzhi's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and the rising steam blurred his glasses.
I happened to flip to the last page.
Qin Chengzhi put down his teacup, took off his glasses, and gently wiped them.
Lanzhou, Mingzhi Middle School, No. 46 Changshan Road.
Information about her life before the age of 14 is almost entirely obscured; she had no relatives around her and no adults ever appeared in her life.
but……
Qin Chengzhi stopped what he was doing, put his glasses back on, pulled out the records he had obtained from someone, and brought the documents close to his eyes.
During the third of his primary and junior high school years, based on testimonies from classmates and acquaintances who had contact with him, I vaguely remember that Wen Yanyu's family consisted of three people: his parents and his younger sister.
The memory of the other third was vague, and half of them initially claimed that Wen Yanyu was always the same person, but after communication, they seemed to recall it and changed their story to be the same as the first third.
The last third of his memory is clear; he insists that Wen Yanyu has no relatives and doesn't know how Wen Yanyu lives alone.
The survey sampled 37 people.
If it were just six or seven memory problems, it would be easier to explain, but such a large number of contradictions cannot be explained by the fact that the memory has become blurred due to the long time that has passed. Even for a staunch materialist like him, this is really far-fetched.
Qin Chengzhi rubbed his temples, feeling extremely irritated.
Could it be some kind of paranormal event?
My mind was in a chaotic mess. I didn't know which nerve I had touched, but a book I had heard about many years ago suddenly came to mind.
That was during his leisure time when he was fishing. Sometimes he was bored because there were no fishing buddies around. A friend recommended that he download an audiobook app. He had only read paper books and had never used these kinds of entertainment apps before.
When he first downloaded it, he didn't know what to listen to, so he just randomly clicked on it, and the software automatically played a book.
The protagonist of the book was born into a happy family. His father was a policeman and his mother was an actress. He was loved by his parents and had his younger sister by his side from a young age. Until he was a little older, one day he came home from school.
The once bustling house fell silent instantly. The protagonist assumed that his parents and sister had simply gone out, so he waited from afternoon until evening, and from evening until morning, as the days passed.
As year after year passed, the protagonist in the book eventually accepted reality after being treated as mentally ill and controlled time and time again.
His family members were deleted as a bug.
For the entire afternoon, he listened to a lively child who seemed to be right in front of him, tormented by fate to the point of almost ending up in a mental hospital, trying again and again to break free from his destiny, only to lose hope time and time again.
He still remembers that day. He was happily fishing, but as the story went on and he listened to the protagonist's experiences, it was like watching a lively and cheerful child gradually break down in front of him.
Perhaps it's because the protagonist isn't an adult, and people his age naturally have a soft spot for children, or maybe it's because there was a child in the family around that time.
My mood is getting more and more depressed.
In the end.
The Air Force spent the whole day listening to stories.
Finally, unable to bear listening any longer, he paused the story, intending to check the ending later. However, he searched the entire software but couldn't find the story anywhere.
He couldn't bear to hear the rest of the story.
Later, during a dinner party, I casually mentioned this story to a friend. The friend asked him why such a tragic novel didn't have many readers on online novel platforms, implying that the author had probably abandoned the story and deleted it. The friend then praised his luck in finding the book.
He even approached me with this rare subject matter; a story that shouldn't have anything to do with reality inexplicably surfaced at this moment.
Mom, sister...
Qin Chengzhi's eyes flickered, a sour feeling rising from the bottom of his heart, making him feel even more uncomfortable.
Then, he laughed self-deprecatingly.
How did I end up like Wanrou?
Qin Chengzhi shook his head, banishing those absurd thoughts from his mind. He picked up the now-cold cup of hot tea and drank it all in one gulp, trying to clear his head.
A gust of wind blew in from outside the window, and Qin Chengzhi stood up and closed the window.
He turned around and started flipping through the information he had found.
He planned to expand the investigation area and start by approaching the acquaintances Wen Yanyu had previously met. Even if it wasn't his lover's request, the serious injuries on Wen Yanyu's body alone were enough for him to investigate.
Once something takes root...
It could never be removed.
Just waiting for that day.
It gave birth to towering trees.
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