Chapter 214: How Should She Explain? (Birthday + Extra)
Chapter 214: How Should She Explain? (Birthday + Extra)
At this moment in her past life, she was so desperate.
Her most proud academic pursuits were out of reach.
She had a marriage she couldn’t escape, a father with money who could help but instead pushed her into the fire pit, and a loafing brother who was like a bottomless pit.
She didn’t know what else she could do with a marriage that was only a shell, filled with coldness and violence.
She thought she’d be better off dead.
But after her savior pulled her up, he told her many things.
Now that I think about it, it was a kind of hypnosis, wasn’t it? He unintentionally implanted a concept in her mind, causing Qian’s personality to change drastically. She forgot everything else, but Qian remembered his core idea, which was just one thing.
If someone messes with you, beat them up. Nobody’s word matters. Don’t indulge them! What good is dying? Dying leaves you with nothing; you have to live to spite those you hate!
Soon, she would meet her savior...
"Sis, buy one, one yuan each. Buy a wish and help me, a working student." The girl selling the wishing tokens was still trying hard to sell.
Qian took out a yuan from her pocket and handed it to her. The girl beamed with joy, passing her a token and a pen.
Qian picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and wrote nothing.
"Sis... aren’t you going to write something?" The girl saw Qian about to hang a blank token and asked a question similar to the one in the past life.
In her past life, Qian didn’t answer, her eyes filled with tears because she didn’t know how to express her sorrow to others. She tied a blank token because she felt life was hopeless.
But at this moment, Qian’s eyes were filled with confident, gracious, and composed expressions, speaking calmly.
"My destiny is in my hands. I’ll do what I want. There’s no need to write anything."
What good does telling wishes to heaven do? Heaven is so busy, where’s the time to look at this? Everything she wants, she can achieve through her own efforts; there’s no need to write on a token.
The wish-selling girl looked at Qian with starry eyes, admiring what a cool sister she was!
Although it’s the same blank token, her mentality has changed. From confusion to disregard for everything, Qian has experienced so much. Part of her current personality is thanks to the benefactor about to appear.
Qian looked up and tied the token to a branch, suddenly, her gaze halted, the handwriting on the token next to hers... looked so familiar?!
It’s him, it’s the handwriting of her savior!
Qian was instantly energized!
This handwriting, she wouldn’t mistake it!
It was the handwriting of her savior in her past life. After saving her, they communicated through letters many times. Many unsolvable problems were resolved with his help!
Divorcing the scumbag, handling the blocked re-registration file—these things, endlessly hindered by the scumbag’s family, were easily resolved by the savior.
Qian guessed that he was no ordinary person, probably with a powerful background, but when she had the ability to repay the favor, he left without a word, leaving her with no way to find him again.
This neat calligraphy, Qian would never mistake it. She excitedly turned around and asked the girl selling the tokens.
"Do you remember who tied this one?"
"Uh... I think it was a tall guy, but I can’t recall too well; it’s been a while."
It’s him, it’s him!
Qian caressed the writing, a handwriting engraved deep in her memory, which read ten big characters.
Choose who I love, love who I choose, forever.
These were the words on his wish token.
Suddenly, Qian’s gaze stopped on another token, and her eyes widened.
"Miss, were these two tokens tied by the same person?"
The handwriting looked alike!
"I don’t remember... but it seems like no one bought two, so probably not the same person?" the token-selling girl hesitantly replied.
Qian saw the second token, which had just four words: Family health.
The handwriting seemed similar to the one she just saw, yet upon closer examination, it was not exactly the same, the pen strokes and pauses were different, although both were in strong, powerful calligraphy.
If these two handwriting samples were given to the forensic department, they would definitely find many differences, but to an ordinary person glancing at them, they seemed very similar.
Qian wasn’t a professional forensic analyst, so she couldn’t accurately differentiate handwriting, which made her head spin when she saw the two tokens.
Unable to accurately determine which was her past life savior, it was as if these two people practiced calligraphy in the same style.
Qian felt a headache, finding her savior, why is it so difficult? Forget it, she might as well pretend to commit suicide again.
While the token-selling girl was recommending tokens to someone else, Qian quickly pulled both tokens down and put them in her pocket. Her savior was definitely one of them.
It seems she could only reenact the events of her past life.
The river had no guardrails; she could easily step over. She intentionally slowed her pace, trying hard to mimic the hesitation she felt before jumping in her past life, hoping to draw out her savior again.
Just as she was about to reach the edge of the river, Qian stood beside it, closed her eyes, and waited for a moment.
In her past life, she stood there, hesitating for a long time. Now the time hadn’t arrived, she had to deliberately delay for a while.
She stood there for several minutes, still no one came. Qian wondered if her performance wasn’t convincing enough?
So she extended one leg, suspending it over the river, now it should look convincing, right?
She could only estimate the approximate time; she hadn’t worn a watch when she jumped in her past life, who knew when her savior would arrive. It was approximately at this time, following the past life pattern, that someone jumped in after her to rescue her as she went down.
It was so cold; she didn’t really want to jump. If she got the timing wrong and her savior didn’t arrive, freezing to death would be foolishness.
As Qian was wildly overthinking, a powerful force suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her back two steps, and a voice sounded from behind, full of anxiousness.
"What are you doing!"
With delight in her heart, was that her savior——wait, was it him?!
Qian couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her, whose face couldn’t conceal his anxiety. He was wearing a camel-colored overcoat with a hint of urban dandy style, wasn’t he Zheng Xu, who she hadn’t seen for a while?
After Qian cured Zheng Xu’s specific phobia, they stopped contacting each other. Zheng Xu wasn’t unable to find Qian; he just didn’t want to see the expression on Qian’s face when she mentioned Yu Minglang.
Today he drove by and saw a figure looking like her, so he followed, and this scene really looked like a suicide attempt.
In the past life, Zheng Xu also passed by here, but at that time, he didn’t know Qian, so naturally, he wouldn’t stop for a stranger woman. History diverged at this moment.
Qian felt weak all over. Why did this guy choose to arrive now, of all times?
"Chen Xiaoqian! What are you thinking! Why didn’t you come to me if you had trouble, what are you doing!" Zheng Xu’s voice was stern, convinced Qian was trying to commit suicide.
"I’m not... I’m just..." Qian felt deflated.
How should she explain?
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