Sheng Zexi did believe Gu Jianing’s talk about being reborn.
He even knew that there were still some things Gu Jianing hadn’t told him—like those mysterious abilities.
But to Sheng Zexi, none of that mattered.
He didn’t care.
Right now, Sheng Zexi was holding Gu Jianing tightly. In his embrace, Gu Jianing couldn’t see the flash of obsession that passed through his eyes.
No matter what kind of relationship Ningning had with Wen Zhuqing in her past life, as long as in this life, Ningning was his, that was enough.
He would never allow Ningning to leave his side.
Actually, out of everything that had just happened—
What hurt him the most wasn’t anything Wen Zhuqing said about their past life.
It was the moment when he walked toward Ningning… and she took a step back.
That single step stabbed deep into Sheng Zexi’s heart.
He would never allow Gu Jianing to leave him.
Gu Jianing could only be his.
Even in death, they would have to be buried together.
Ningning, you never need to fear that I’ll stop loving you.
You could never imagine just how much I love you.
What I show you is not even one ten-thousandth of what I feel.
I’m afraid—afraid that if I revealed it all, you’d be terrified of me.
So, Ningning, don’t be afraid of me. Don’t fear that I don’t love you enough, or that I’ll leave.
If I could, I’d build a beautiful cage with my own hands and lock you inside it.
That way, you’d never leave my side.
But I know—I can’t do that.
You’re free.
So I’m willing to watch you be a kite… while I’m the string that holds you.
No matter how far you soar across the sky, you’ll always come back to me.
You never need to worry.
Sheng Zexi loves you—more than his faith, more than his life.
He held Gu Jianing so tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his own body.
Then, he closed his eyes, concealing the madness and stubborn obsession that briefly flashed through them.
…
After calming Gu Jianing down, Sheng Zexi finally brought up something else.
“If Wen Zhuqing comes again in the future, don’t bother with him. Don’t let him in either.”
“Father Qin will be here soon. Wen Zhuqing will face consequences—so someone like him isn’t worth your attention. Leave everything to me.”
Wen Zhuqing dared to threaten his wife? Sheng Zexi was the kind of man who returned every grudge—he absolutely wouldn’t let Wen Zhuqing off easy.
Of course, Sheng Zexi would never admit it was also because he’d found out Wen Zhuqing could have married Ningning—that jealousy had burned in his chest and he was now using the chance to take personal revenge.
Gu Jianing nodded. “Alright, I understand.”
In truth, the only reason she let Wen Zhuqing in today—
First, she had been surprised that Wen Zhuqing could actually dream of the past life.
And second, she thought he was being way too arrogant.
So she wanted to toss a few misfortune-type skills onto him.
From now on, she definitely wouldn’t see him again.
Who would want to see a lunatic?
Who knew what kind of crazy thing a lunatic might do next?
And as it turned out, the misfortune skill she’d thrown at Wen Zhuqing had worked really well.
As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard gates—bam!—he tripped and fell flat on the ground for no reason.
And wow, that fall really hurt.
He hit the ground so hard that his mouth was full of blood, and it smeared all over his face.
Even worse—two of his front teeth were knocked out!
That ridiculous fall left Wen Zhuqing completely stunned.
So much so that he forgot all about Gu Jianing and Sheng Zexi.
Because it just hurt that much.
Holding his two teeth, staring at the blood covering his hands, he genuinely felt like his face was ruined.
Wen Zhuqing was furious.
His face…
He knew exactly how valuable his face was.
Whether it was in the dreams of his past life or in this life, it had always been his face that helped him defuse crisis after crisis and turn the situation around.
But now…
His front teeth were gone—his looks had taken a huge hit.
Wen Zhuqing pounded the ground in frustration.
It was a long while before he finally left.
And to make matters worse, on his way to the hospital, a flock of birds flew overhead.
Their droppings rained down directly—yes, directly—all over him.
Yes, completely soaked.
Wen Zhuqing didn’t doubt for a second that these birds must have had diarrhea. Otherwise, how could it be this persistent, this soaking?
For someone like Wen Zhuqing, who was a stickler for cleanliness, this was enough to drive him mad.
After much struggle, he finally made it to the hospital, enduring the disgusted stares of those around him. Then, the doctor told him—
His teeth couldn’t be reattached.
He’d have to wait to get dentures!
There was nothing more that could be done for now—only the wounds could be treated first.
With no choice, Wen Zhuqing left the hospital after treatment and headed back to the university.
On the way, he thought bitterly: if Sheng Zexi hadn’t stayed behind and hadn’t followed him out, he would have seriously suspected Sheng Zexi had ambushed him.
Otherwise, how could he possibly be this unlucky?
But…
Wen Zhuqing had a strong premonition—a nagging feeling that his bad luck wasn’t over yet.
And it turned out—he was right.
As soon as he returned to Capital University, he got a call.
“Yutang, did you know? It seems that Director Qin has taken that woman Bao Shanyan and her son, to the capital.”
It was a woman’s voice on the other end.
“What?!” Wen Zhuqing frowned.
Father Qin was coming to the capital—and he’d brought Bao Shanyan and her son?
Why?
“Do you know the reason?”
“No idea. I just heard that a few days ago, Director Qin was cursing you, and then the next day, he took that mother and son duo and boarded a train to the capital. I only found out today when I got back and asked around.”
“Yutang, do you think he’s coming to cause you trouble?”
Wen Zhuqing frowned but didn’t answer.
Instead, he spoke gently and showed some fake concern for the woman on the phone. As he listened to her overly delicate, affected voice, his eyes were full of disgust.
But he had no choice.
That woman was someone Wen Zhuqing had deliberately seduced and planted near the farm to keep an eye on Father Qin.
Although Father Qin had eased up a little after Wen Zhuqing brought Qin Honghua to the capital, Wen Zhuqing still didn’t trust the old man who had dirt on him.
Even after coming to Capital University, he had to leave someone behind to monitor things for him.
And now, that monitor had finally come in handy.
After coaxing her with a few more sweet words, Wen Zhuqing hung up.
The moment he ended the call, his face turned cold.
“That old bastard—what’s he doing coming to the capital? And bringing Bao Shanyan and her kid too?”
He thought about the poison he’d given Father Qin. If things went according to plan, the old bastard would be dead soon.
So why was he still alive and coming to the capital to stir up trouble?
Yes—Wen Zhuqing had no doubt: that old man had come specifically to make trouble for him.
Otherwise, why would he bring Bao Shanyan and her son?
Wen Zhuqing rushed back to his rental apartment and carefully tried probing Qin Honghua to see if she knew anything about Father Qin coming to the capital.
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