Chapter 57: He Ran Away Like a Coward
Unfortunately, playing deaf and mute only worked to deceive Le Can himself.
Facing a persistent blockhead… one should never expect the other party to understand the pain hidden beneath a calm surface at any time.
“Sigh, it’s a pity you d… uh, passed away early and didn’t see it.”
Transmigrating to a new place, although the family and friends in this world were also good, they were ultimately not the people and things he faced day and night originally.
The guilt of stealing someone else’s life… prevented Jian Minglang from letting go of his hang-ups and getting close to the people the original body knew.
On the surface, he lived as heartlessly as usual, but the loneliness and solitude in his heart had no outlet. At this moment, he ran into Le Can!
Even though he couldn’t be sure if the Le Cans of the two worlds were connected, the familiar and kind face still loosened the string that was always taut inside Jian Minglang’s body.
Regardless of whether it was him or not, Jian Minglang sat on the other half of the bench, rambling on to himself.
“After you left, Shan Man lost all face and was about to break up with that crazy scumbag. He was ruthless too; to make the break clean, he planned to personally send that person to prison…”
As he spoke, Jian Minglang glanced cautiously to his side.
The young man bathed in the sunlight remained composed, eyes closed in rest. The warm sunlight plated him with a golden edge, making Jian Minglang relax involuntarily.
He slumped into the seat like he had no bones, continuing with schadenfreude, “Heh, but Shan Man underestimated the madness of a former bedfellow.”
“Guess what? You definitely won’t guess it!”
Le Can, who had once experienced it and personally drove the scumbag even crazier: “…”
Sorry, although he didn’t see it with his own eyes, he could guess the general ending. After all, Le Can’s act of castrating Lu Zhangping wasn’t born out of anger.
The best way to destroy a person is to strip away what they care about most.
Male dignity, the greatest reliance for money and power… If Lu Zhangping lived, he would merely be lingering on his last breath. And to protect his most shameful secret, he would inevitably be in a state of panic and suspicion day and night.
And at that moment, Shan Man was the last straw in Lu Zhangping’s hand.
Le Can’s “lockdown” before his death wasn’t just a simple blessing—it was an inevitable result.
Because Lu Zhangping couldn’t leave Shan Man.
One wanted to cut ties.
The other could only bite down hard on the only “ladder to heaven” in his hand.
Whether it was a couple entangled in resentment for a lifetime, or a dog-eat-dog ending where both suffered, Le Can was quite happy to see it happen.
However… he slowly opened his eyes and looked helplessly at Jian Minglang, who was getting more excited as he spoke and even attempting to interact with him.
Sharing this with someone who “knows nothing”—was he trying to get a free half-day tour of Suihe’an International Hospital?
Meeting Le Can’s puzzled gaze, Jian Minglang thought he had built up the suspense well.
He grinned happily for a moment, then frowned with a face full of condemnation. “He exposed the fact that Shan Man drove drunk, caused a hit-and-run, and found a scapegoat.”
That accident had even been reported on the news back then. The driver in the taxi opposite, along with the two passengers, were knocked into the river, car and all…
The celestial couple who were showing off their love just a few days ago turned directly into cellmates who could walk into prison hand in hand.
Jian Minglang usually didn’t get along with Shan Man because Shan Man was rotten and insisted on dancing in his face. But he didn’t expect the other party’s rot to go bone-deep.
“Also, the evidence of Shan Man designing and plagiarizing you, and the evidence of plagiarizing others since entering the industry… Lu Zhangping actually saved all of it.”
Who knew what intentions that guy harbored.
However, Shan Man wasn’t worth pitying either.
“It’s a bit of a pity that before going to jail, both of them disappeared…” Jian Minglang hated evil, gritting his teeth and frowning.
At the same time, he didn’t forget to care for Le Can’s emotions. “But don’t be sad, they didn’t remain at large for long!”
Le Can, who didn’t feel it was a pity at all: “…”
He figured it out.
Jian Minglang just wanted to find [Le Can] to vent. As for whether this Le Can was that Le Can, it wasn’t the main point. He just needed a listener…
“It was only about a week before they were both caught.”
Speaking of this, seemingly recalling something, Jian Minglang’s features twisted into a knot, looking as if the next words were hard to say.
Le Can sighed softly in his heart but didn’t interrupt.
The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked around furtively, then hunched his back and scooched over to the ear of his only audience, whispering mysteriously:
“I heard that when the two were found together, one had lost his root down below, and the other’s calf was smashed to pieces…”
“The official statement didn’t give a reason, but everyone guesses it must be love turning into hate between them!”
Le Can, not expecting his own glorious achievements to be stolen: “…”
Actually, Lu Zhangping and Shan Man disappearing together and being found together wasn’t because the former loved the latter madly and wanted to be together for lifetimes.
Where was the deep love and hate? It was just that Lu Zhangping kidnapped Shan Man, wanting to extort a huge sum of money from the Shan family through him.
But he was too greedy, demanding too large an amount, and he overestimated how much the Shan family cared about Shan Man… The Shan family never intended to pay the ransom.
And because of that phone call, Lu Zhangping exposed his location, leading to the final outcome of him and Shan Man being arrested and imprisoned.
In the end, what love, what affection—most of it couldn’t stand against the word “profit.”
“…Barring any accidents, these two will be inside for the rest of their lives.”
Finished, Jian Minglang winked.
“How about it? Did hearing that relieve your anger?”
As the object of inquiry, Le Can lifted his eyelids slightly, raised both hands, and applauded expressionlessly. “A very good story.”
“Scum got punished, the public got entertainment and a warning. It would just be better if there was more context, otherwise, eating this melon feels a bit incomplete.”
After listening to Le Can, Jian Minglang’s high spirits suddenly plummeted to rock bottom.
“Right, you aren’t him…”
“Sorry.”
“But besides you, I can’t find a second person in this world to say these things to…”
Jian Minglang had transmigrated to this new world with his memories after an accidental death. He knew better than anyone that he could never return to his past life, no matter what…
Le Can pressed his lips together lightly.
Reason told Le Can that Jian Minglang had too many flaws. If he wanted to hide his identity, it was best not to get too involved with him.
But… if humans could do things solely based on reason, then human history wouldn’t have all those messy pasts.
The young man sitting on the public bench closed his eyes, then slowly opened them.
“Don’t you have a brother? Does he treat you badly?”
Forget it. Jian Yu’s name also contained the sound yù. Before he could rule out the suspicion, he might as well keep this intermediate “microphone.”
Jian Minglang scratched his face awkwardly.
He was embarrassed to say that he had only just remembered Jian Yu’s existence.
“Not really, Jian… my brother treats me quite well.”
It was just too well—good to the point of embracing almost everything, which made Jian Minglang unaccustomed and filled with guilt.
In his past life, as the only son of the Jian family for three generations, Jian Minglang was pampered by his family most of the time, but even that doting wasn’t as bottomless as Jian Yu’s.
This couldn’t help but make Jian Minglang feel guilty—guilty for stealing the love that belonged to the original Jian Minglang. Plus, since his transmigration came without memories, Jian Minglang basically tried to avoid staying around Jian Yu as much as possible.
Including the ‘Yayun Antique Workshop’ left by the Jian family, Jian Minglang kept his hands off it whenever possible.
Avoiding office work was one aspect. On the other hand, he didn’t know much about antiques. Although he was rich and had seen many good things before, asking him to explain the professional A-B-C’s was too hard for Jian Minglang.
Earlier, when he didn’t know the situation, he honestly managed two shops. Later, after figuring out that Jian Yu wouldn’t get angry with him, Jian Minglang promptly ran away.
However, the Jian family motto from his previous life was too deeply ingrown. Jian Minglang couldn’t eat for free with a clear conscience, so he later opened a security company himself.
Unexpectedly, this brother-complex Jian Yu was worried again and sent people to help, occasionally coming to inspect his brother’s work personally.
Jian Minglang… he ran away like a coward again.
After that time, he practically changed places after every gig.
Although he would occasionally be caught by Jian Yu, there were plenty of times he wasn’t seen. That way, Jian Minglang wouldn’t be crushed breathless by the heavy guilt in his heart…
“Really?”
Le Can inexplicably felt something was wrong.
After all, the expression on Jian Minglang’s face wasn’t what it should be if things were good.
“Really, really! Jian Yu really treats me very well!”
Jian Minglang didn’t plan to pour these pressures onto Le Can as well.
After all, seeing that Le Can had been patient enough to listen to his long speech just now, he couldn’t greedily ask for more.
Le Can looked at Jian Minglang steadily for a few seconds. Determining that his tone was very certain, he let go of his doubts.
True, if it was really bad, the tone wouldn’t be so categorical.
Thinking this, Le Can caught sight of the building behind him out of the corner of his eye and remembered another thing.
“By the way, you mentioned earlier ‘also coming to Suihe’an for treatment.’ What are you being treated for? It’s not a major issue, right?”
If it wasn’t a major issue, Le Can thought about treating him to a meal.
Not acknowledging each other was one reason. Another was that he had previously fished a lot of good food recommendations out of him via Xiong Anguo. Although Jian Minglang didn’t know, there was a debt of gratitude there, and a meal was still necessary.
“Huh? Sick?” Jian Minglang scratched his head. “No problem, what problem? It’s not me who’s sick.”
“Oh, did I not tell you?”
He slapped his forehead. “I came to Suihe’an to visit an employee from my company. I heard a while ago that his family member was hospitalized. I was free today, so I came to take a look…”
Saying this, Jian Minglang, who was sitting, suddenly jumped up. “Hey, it’s that one!”
He pointed at two figures walking out of the hospital’s main gate, then raised his arm and waved from afar at the tall person in front.
“Wuyu! Yin Wuyu!”
“Hey hey hey, it’s me, Jian Minglang! I’m over here!”
The peach-blossom-eyed young man sitting primly on the public bench instantly raised his head to look into the distance.
From far away, his gaze met a pair of calm, sharp eyes.
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