Chapter 91: “I Remember Now!” It’s Just Getting Off a Ship, What Sacrifice Could There Be?
Having received Xi Yun’s promise, Le Can, who was nearly falling apart, slowly moved back to his “nest” to rest and recover.
Unexpectedly, this lie-down lasted until the moment the cruise ship was about to return to shore.
Le Can, who had been functionally disabled for nearly a week: “…”
He promptly tucked away his little designs on Xi Yun, resolving to cultivate his moral character from now on and be someone removed from low-level tastes.
But even if Le Can didn’t mention it, an idiot who could move again was hovering around him, bringing up exactly what shouldn’t be mentioned.
“Le Can, Le Can, why didn’t you come find me at the usual time these past few days?”
Was it that he didn’t want to go?
It was clearly a case of his will being strong but his body being weak.
Looking at Jian Minglang—who couldn’t even stay still in his wheelchair, spinning the hand-rims and circling around him like an enthusiastic puppy with its tongue out—Le Can opened his mouth and then swallowed his words back down.
He had no choice; it was quite difficult to explain the reason he couldn’t go…
Thus, Le Can could only say vaguely, “I was a bit unwell for the past few days.”
He also hadn’t expected Xi Yun to be so inhuman…
After being fished out of the sea, to hide his whereabouts, Le Can had been restricted in his range of activities. Since there was nowhere else to go, he went to Jian Minglang’s ward almost every day after meals to wander around.
It served as someone to chat with to relieve boredom and also to aid digestion after meals.
After several days, Jian Minglang had nearly grown accustomed to this chatting mode.
His initial panic after nearly losing his life due to poor judgment and his resistance to the outside world had slowly returned to a normal state with the company of Le Can, who had revealed his identity.
In fact, because Le Can had saved his life in both worlds, Jian Minglang was certain that the other was the only person in this unfamiliar world he could truly trust, thus developing a bit of an “imprinting” complex.
Capturing the reliance in Jian Minglang’s eyes, Le Can was speechless.
He rubbed his face with a solemn expression, not really wanting to acknowledge such a big “son.” “We’re about to disembark. Have you thought of a reason why this identity is being targeted?”
Although he had instructed Xi Yun to investigate what Jian Yu cared about, Le Can was not one to wait peacefully for results. Asking this was partly to change the subject and partly to see if he could truly get some information.
Speaking of this, Jian Minglang was a bit discouraged.
He shook his head with a very frustrated expression. “He didn’t leave me any memories, and he didn’t have the habit of recording daily life with a diary or a phone.”
Le Can pondered for two seconds with a frown. “What about some social media platforms or hidden spaces in cloud drives?”
Suddenly realizing, Jian Minglang clumsily pulled out his phone with a cracked screen. Fortunately, this phone hadn’t fallen into the sea with him; a few cracks were fine.
He repeatedly used another phone number he didn’t usually use to verify and log into several apps. As his finger kept scrolling, Jian Minglang’s expression became worse and worse.
“Not in this one, not in this one either… no, no… none of them…”
After transmigrating to this world, Jian Minglang, who wasn’t used to using other people’s things, had replaced everything. The phone number was included.
He hadn’t expected this move to make him only realize something was wrong today, two years later! The deeper Jian Minglang thought, the colder his body became.
When Jian Minglang mechanically reached for the next app, Le Can reached out and stopped him. “No need to look further.”
Jian Minglang, whose wrist was grabbed, looked up. “In case there’s a stray fish…”
Le Can looked at the unwilling man with calm eyes, exposing Jian Minglang’s useless persistence in one go. “There are no ‘in cases’.”
“No matter what a person’s personality is like, in the era of information explosion, it’s impossible not to leave traces on the internet.”
Traces could be many or few, but no matter which, they couldn’t possibly be this clean.
So clean that Le Can had sensed something was wrong after Jian Minglang continuously checked the most common apps.
“Without you knowing, someone likely cleared everything out.”
Hearing this, Jian Minglang’s hair stood on end, his widened eyes full of terror. “When? Who did it?!”
Le Can paused for a second and stepped back unobtrusively. “I’m not sure who.”
“Perhaps before you arrived, perhaps after you arrived, or it could even be around the time the original Jian Minglang died.”
How could he know about things the person involved had no memory of?
Upon hearing “around the time he died,” Jian Minglang suddenly remembered Le Can’s previous deduction.
He had no original memories of the body, perhaps because he truly was a “soul borrowing a corpse.” The original consciousness had dissipated, so naturally, nothing was left.
“My intuition tells me the last possibility is more likely,” Le Can made his guess as a bystander.
“If it’s that possibility,” the youth’s voice carried a hint of chill, “then that drunken episode you experienced when you arrived…”
It was certainly not a simple case of drunkenness!
In an instant, the theory jumped into his mind, as if a bolt of lightning had struck Jian Minglang. Sitting in his wheelchair, his body couldn’t help but tremble, and a series of chills ran down his spine.
“I remember now!”
“Later, after I sobered up and saw the living room full of wine bottles, just as I was having a headache about how to clean it up, someone suddenly knocked on the door very loudly…”
At that time, Jian Minglang had just experienced a hangover with a splitting headache and very slow reactions. Before he could even pull at his messy hair to go open the door, there was a loud bang as the door was pried and kicked open from the outside—a violent entry.
Then, the puffy-faced Jian Minglang met a row of tough men in suits, completely dazed.
“Supposedly it was my brother… Jian Yu couldn’t contact me, and since he was in another province, he specifically sent people to check on my condition.”
Thinking about it now, the more Jian Minglang recalled, the more he felt the expression of the leader of those men wasn’t right.
The expression of surprise was superficial; in reality, his eyes were full of uncertainty.
Jian Minglang muttered blankly, “So, they didn’t come to see if I was okay, but to… collect my body?”
Le Can’s eyebrows arched; he hadn’t expected to truly get information from Jian Minglang’s mouth.
For the person whose face had lost all color, he could only reach out and pat the back of his left hand, which was in a cast, as it was closest to him.
If Jian Yu and “Jian Minglang” truly had a good relationship, the other couldn’t possibly not have the code for his brother’s residence.
But why did the people he sent not use the code and instead go to the trouble of prying the lock?
Was it to make a scene? Why? Could it be they already knew something, so they were reckless?
A perfect alibi, a well-known elder brother’s concern for his younger brother… even Le Can had to express admiration for the disguise Jian Yu presented to the outside world.
The Oscars owe you a golden statue.
If that wasn’t the case, but rather that Jian Yu didn’t know the code to his brother’s residence? That possibility was equally intriguing.
After all, voices from all directions spoke of brotherly love. Even Le Can, the transmigrator, had been informed about the Yayun Antique Workshop owner’s indulgence and pampering of his incompetent brother…
And no matter which possibility it was, Jian Yu, as a person, seemed to have quite a discrepancy from his outward refined, gentle, steady, and reliable image.
However, Le Can did not say these thoughts in his heart to Jian Minglang.
His simple-hearted fellow countryman had been deceived miserably enough.
Although Jian Minglang wasn’t considered clever, he had at least been in wealthy circles and had been influenced by certain things.
Between him and Jian Yu, the most likely thing to make the other do such a thing—other than what the Jian family had left behind—was nothing else.
Thinking of this, Jian Minglang felt as if he were falling apart. “Why? Haven’t I already explicitly said that everything of the Jian family is his?”
Several times, directly or indirectly, he had refused and tried his best to run away, but Jian Yu would find Jian Minglang every time and drag him back.
“If he wanted to monopolize it, shouldn’t he let me run far away?”
Le Can watched the clear-eyed, foolish man, unable to stop himself from sighing in his heart.
For the stubborn Jian Minglang, who was trying to get an answer from him, Le Can could only say a few words to point him in the right direction.
“For suspicious and conceited people, they often only believe in things they have personally found and verified.”
No matter how loudly Jian Minglang refused, or even stood before Jian Yu to say he didn’t want a single penny of the Jian family’s, Jian Yu simply didn’t believe it.
“And for someone with a strong desire for control, nowhere is more reassuring than right under his nose…”
An unstable factor wandering out of sight might be, for Jian Yu, more like a ticking time bomb.
What Le Can didn’t say was that Xi Yun’s men had thoroughly checked Jian Minglang’s phone when they picked it up to return it to him.
Real-time location, voice monitoring, surveillance software… a small phone held quite a few things.
Around that time, Le Can had already firmly pinned Jian Yu in the villain’s role in his heart.
After hearing Le Can’s words, Jian Minglang was like a deflated balloon, slumped limply in his wheelchair.
Regarding these convoluted matters, Young Master Jian—whose number of mental schemes hadn’t reached the standard in two lives—only felt tired.
Tired of listening, tired of being plotted against, and even more heart-tired after knowing…
At this moment, Jian Minglang incredibly missed his true family members from his previous life who could back him up.
Although, out of the guilt of “occupying the nest,” Jian Minglang had the idea of staying away from Jian Yu from the beginning. However, deep in his heart, he actually still had a shred of longing for and reliance on Jian Yu…
He hadn’t expected that the light he saw as warm was actually a fire capable of taking his life.
Despondent, Jian Minglang sat in his wheelchair with vacant eyes.
Le Can casually glanced at the information appearing on his phone. Looking up, he saw such a scene of depression and despondency, where the heart was more dead than ash.
He finally clicked on the chat box of a certain person he had deliberately ignored these past few days and typed: “Let her come over.”
He clicked send and turned off the screen without waiting for a reply.
Then, Le Can feigned distress and sighed softly, “The cruise ship is about to dock. I don’t know how we’re going to get off the ship…”
With Jian Yu’s suspicious nature, how could he not be watching when the Aphrodite returned alone without finding him and Jian Minglang?
To make the other relax his guard and reveal more flaws, and also so that the two people who had finally managed to save their lives could be settled.
Le Can and Jian Minglang not only had to disembark separately from Xi Yun and the others, but they also had to disguise themselves well and temporarily not reveal their identities.
Sure enough, hearing the distress in his words, the person who was “emo” a second ago turned to look over.
“Didn’t your husband arrange it?”
Le Can’s eye twitched. “Didn’t you previously advise me to think twice? Why are you so trusting of him now?”
Jian Minglang rubbed his nose in embarrassment. “That was then. I didn’t recognize Mt. Tai.”
“So does he actually have a way?”
Le Can rolled his eyes. “There is, but it depends on whether you’re willing to make a sacrifice.”
A look of hesitation instantly appeared on Jian Minglang’s face. “Sacrifice?”
It was just getting off a ship; what sacrifice could there be?
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