Chapter 84: The Transmigrator’s Honesty. Do You Feel That He Truly…
“You’re saying the person who led you to that place was Yin Wuyu?”
Le Can’s brows furrowed tightly, incredibly surprised to hear a name he was equally familiar with.
After uttering Yin Wuyu’s name, Jian Minglang seemed to completely lose his spirit, his eyes drooping listlessly like a scruffy puppy that had fallen into the water.
He nodded silently, confirming it once more without a word.
Even reflecting on the situation at the time and the various memories of their past interactions, Jian Minglang found it hard to believe, but the truth was right there.
It was he who had been a poor judge of character.
Having received the answer, Le Can—who had also communicated with Yin Wuyu—felt an even deeper sense of confusion.
He remained silent for a long while, unable to fathom the reason behind the other’s actions.
Jian Minglang had provided Yin Wuyu with a high-paying job and introduced the best hospital and doctors for his younger brother, Tong Chen. Yin Wuyu himself had even personally acknowledged that Jian Minglang was the benefactor for him and his brother…
“Wait, that’s not right!”
His memories, rewinding rapidly, suddenly hit a snag. Yin Wuyu’s original words from his memory resurfaced. That sentence—”Chenchen and I have already met our benefactor”—did not specify the benefactor’s identity.
However, at that time, the other had specifically turned his head to glance at Jian Minglang beside him, which made Le Can naturally assume the identity of the benefactor was Jian Minglang!
The party involved, Jian, was startled by the sudden rebuttal, his body jerking. His clear yet foolish eyes were filled with doubt. “Mhm? What’s… not right?”
Le Can’s straight spine relaxed slightly, and he leaned back against the chair. Then, he raised his eyes and slowly scrutinized the confused man on the hospital bed.
Everything was too wrong!
He could see it now; Jian Minglang, who shared the same brain across his past and present lives, had plenty of sincerity but was lacking in the brains department.
Now, if Le Can wanted to figure out the whole situation, he had to start untangling it from the very beginning.
In other words, his identity as a transmigrator—which he had originally intended to just gloss over—had to be laid out in the open… To be honest, Le Can didn’t feel at ease about it at all.
But so what if he wasn’t at ease?
He was truly out of options.
At this moment, Le Can incredibly missed Xi Yun, who, ever since their video call three days ago, was only willing to have voice calls with him every day.
Such a clever and interesting person—it was a pity he had only encountered one like Xi Yun in two lifetimes.
Le Can propped one hand on the armrest of the chair, his fingers kneading his aching brow as he spoke candidly, “Jian Minglang, let me ask you: after coming to this world, do you have the memories of this ‘Jian Minglang’?”
“Not the Jian Minglang who clashed with Shan Man, but the younger brother of Jian Yu and one of the heirs of the Yayun Antique Workshop…”
The moment he heard the question clearly, Jian Minglang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He slowly raised his surviving right hand, which was shaking like it had Parkinson’s.
Le Can watched as the man’s hand shook while he stubbornly gestured “0718” to him, and couldn’t help but cover his own eyes with his hand.
“Stop gesturing, I know what 0718 means.”
Le Can moved his hand away, his half-exposed peach blossom eyes filled with helplessness. “Back then, I was the one who had the waiter bring you that message.”
“July 18th—that string of numbers hidden in Dreaming of Dreams—in our previous life… it was the time my last relative passed away.”
Jian Minglang’s raised hand suddenly dropped, hitting his body and even bouncing a bit. But he was already completely stunned by the sudden information, able only to open his eyes wide and inhale oxygen heavily.
Looking at the dumbstruck man, Le Can glanced at the nearby EKG and didn’t bother to press him, instead waiting for the other to slowly digest it.
In any case, he had plenty of time every day now.
Xi Yun’s confidentiality work and his performance for the outside world over the past few days had been very good; everything was proceeding smoothly.
Xi Yun’s overuse of his ability had resulted in blindness, requiring him to wear a blindfold and use a wheelchair, yet he insisted on the search and rescue every day. To outsiders, he looked absolutely miserable.
Tsk, a beautiful ‘widower’… Thinking about how they couldn’t meet, Le Can’s heart returned to being as still as water.
The person behind the scenes didn’t seem to be up to anything; there had been no sabotage during the auctions these past few days.
As for the buyers participating in the auction, whether it was out of sympathy or something else, they had called out prices higher than usual for every item over these three days.
Various signs indicated that no matter how complex Le Can’s feelings were, he would have to continue maintaining his status as “missing” in the eyes of the public.
A few days ago, this shut-in lifestyle was undoubtedly pleasant and relaxing, but after a long time, he was starting to feel bored. Thus, the duration and frequency of his visits to Jian Minglang increased every day.
Now that Jian Minglang was awake, his “imprisonment” had gone from one person to two, which was inexplicably comforting…
Jian Minglang couldn’t understand the complex mix of comfort and resignation in Le Can’s eyes. He slowly finished digesting the information and then shook his head like a rattle, his eyes welling with tears.
Jian Minglang didn’t know why he had become the Jian Minglang here, nor did he have even a shred of the other’s memories.
“N-no… waah waah waah, you… hic…”
In this world, the only person he truly knew was the Le Can before him!
In a completely unfamiliar environment and social network, identifying each other after a narrow escape from death made Jian Minglang unable to stop himself from bursting into tears.
Le Can pressed down on Jian Minglang, who was thrashing on the bed trying to bury his head into him. Out of a subtle sense of guilt, he pulled out a tissue and pressed it against the other’s red eyes.
“Since we luckily got a new life, I didn’t want to recognize you at first.”
“Because in my view, this is a new life now. Those unpleasant past memories have no meaning to recall.”
Doing meaningless things was equivalent to wasting time; it couldn’t provide any emotional value. Le Can was too lazy to invest energy in such matters.
And to be honest, he and Jian Minglang really weren’t that close.
It was awkward to say, but it was the truth. Since they weren’t close, they wouldn’t fully open their hearts to each other. It was only normal for Le Can to have reservations.
Even now, under the pressure of the situation, he had confessed his status as a “rebirth” soul, but regarding the “book transmigration” part which the other didn’t know, Le Can didn’t plan to say a single word more.
After hearing Le Can’s explanation, Jian Minglang’s emotions calmed down slightly.
He understood what Le Can meant because the other wasn’t like him, who felt more attachment and reluctance toward the past. Those rotten people and rotten things were best left to rot in the previous life.
Thinking of his former family, Jian Minglang’s mood couldn’t help but plummet.
Compared to being reborn in a different world, it would have been better to drink a bowl of Granny Meng’s soup and be reincarnated properly…
Seeing that Jian Minglang’s emotions had stabilized a bit, Le Can spoke to the man who had difficulty speaking, summarizing:
“So, your ‘borrowing a corpse for a soul’ did not inherit the memories of the original body.”
Jian Minglang wore a bitter face and nodded without much enthusiasm.
Le Can’s finger, resting on the armrest of the chair, tapped lightly, his heart filled with doubts.
His situation was completely different from Jian Minglang’s.
As transmigrators from the same world, both “borrowing a corpse for a soul,” why did one have all the body’s memories while the other hadn’t inherited a single bit?
Perhaps it was because some circumstances during their transmigration were different…
“Let me ask you, did you come here only after you died?”
Jian Minglang nodded honestly. If he hadn’t transmigrated after dying, he would have tried every pose and every method to see if he could return to the original world.
It was precisely because he knew he was dead and couldn’t go back that the originally cheerful and bright person had gradually become emo.
Recalling the scene when he first arrived, a flash of inspiration crossed Le Can’s mind.
“Describe the scene you saw when you first arrived in this world and opened your eyes.”
Hearing this question, Jian Minglang was somewhat stunned. His eyes rolled as he struggled to recall the first image he had seen.
“Wine… lots and lots of wine bottles… I was lying on the floor.”
“Mhm, my heart was racing, I felt nauseous…”
At that time, Jian Minglang’s head felt like it was splitting with pain. Not only was his stomach burning, but the temperature on his body and neck was also very high. He felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath; his heart was racing, and he felt very panicked.
In short, all kinds of discomfort.
At first, Jian Minglang just thought he had been forced to drink by friends and had blacked out. Unable to stand the smell of alcohol, he took a shower and rolled onto the bed to sleep.
Even though the surroundings were unfamiliar at the time, his friends were as rich as he was, so having many houses was normal, and Jian Minglang didn’t think much of it.
He hadn’t expected it wasn’t a drunken mistake, but rather that his head, which had only been dead for a short while, hadn’t yet realized it was alive again…
“Just drunkenness?” Le Can murmured.
He instinctively felt something was wrong. “Did you usually feel the same way when you were drunk?”
Jian Minglang shook his head. Through their gradual conversation, he had regained his usual speaking rhythm. “I’ve never had that happen before.”
He thought for a moment and added, “It was very uncomfortable then, as if I had just died once.”
“Later I thought it was very similar to the feeling I had once when I accidentally took cephalosporins after drinking, but I checked the medicine in the house, and the cephalosporins were all brand new and unopened.”
Death… Le Can mentally recited the word.
He voiced his guess: “Perhaps it’s because the body you entered was already dead. The original Jian Minglang’s consciousness dissipated, which is why he couldn’t leave any memories for you.”
Without memories, much information could not be obtained.
The reason for the original Jian Minglang’s disappearance was a mystery. So, what about his relationship with Jian Yu? Could it be that it wasn’t as the public said?
“Jian Minglang, tell me seriously what you think of Jian Yu.”
His amber eyes stared intently. “Do you feel that he is truly good to you?”
Jian Minglang was silent for a long time, nodding and then shaking his head. “He should be good, but compared to my family in the previous life, he’s… not that good.”
“I’m sorry,” Jian Minglang said somewhat dejectedly, “I’ve been avoiding his efforts and have been constantly comparing him to the past.”
Therefore, Jian Minglang couldn’t be sure if the judgment he gave was correct or if there was any bias…
Le Can nodded understandingly. “Then let’s go back to Yin Wuyu from the beginning.”
“Since you knew nothing about this world, where did you get the information about Suihe’an International Hospital?”
His cold brows lowered, concealing Le Can’s true emotions. “Was there any involvement from Jian Yu or people related to him in this?”
Jian Minglang’s eyes, staring at the ceiling, gradually lost focus.
He spoke with a raspy voice, “It was him.”
Jian Minglang still remembered the other person’s nonchalant hint when he was distressed. Later, when he asked someone to inquire, everything went exceptionally smoothly, as if someone had already arranged everything…
Le Can’s eyes sharpened as he asked next, “Did you start Jiandan Security Company?”
Jian Minglang’s voice began to tremble. “Jian Yu… Jian Yu said the family had a small company that was about to go bankrupt and gave it to me to practice with.”
Although Jian Minglang’s time of death in the previous world was later than Le Can’s, his time of arrival here was more than two years earlier than the other…
“Last question,” Le Can concealed the chill in his eyes, “Why did you want to open a security company?”
“Because it was already a security company from the start.”
The Jiandan Security that Jian Minglang took over from Jian Yu—aside from the name and the employees being changed—everything else had remained the same from start to finish.
If this were the truth, then the benefactor who provided Yin Wuyu with a job and help…
Was it Jian Minglang, or was it Jian Yu?
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