But then: “What do you mean by ‘wild men’ and ‘cuckold’? How do you talk?”
Jiang Dongling sat up straighter, his expression turning bad again: “Anyone except me, male or female, is wild.”
“And what are you?” Chen Jing raised an eyebrow. “Domesticated?”
“I guess so,” Jiang Dongling’s gaze shifted, slightly embarrassed, but quickly became righteous: “We’re talking about you cuckolding me!”
Chen Jing was speechless: “… Have you forgotten something?”
Like the world with Jiang Dongling had already passed, and now they were in modern times. Could last life’s matters be counted in this life?
But Jiang Dongling insisted on counting: “I have a good memory. I remember clearly. You were originally my woman. What, sleep with me and want to throw me away?”
His tone was fierce and intimidating.
Chen Jing looked at him helplessly, wanting to say that Yu Xi was also part of him, so not a wild man, but remembering the doctor’s warning not to let Yin Li know this was a virtual world.
But… if she didn’t say anything, wouldn’t it be more troublesome when Yu Xi woke up?
It felt like a no-win situation.
Jiang Dongling’s face was stern, his eyes saying: Don’t try to brush this off!
For him, he could forgive Chen Jing for anything, even learning in his previous life that she chose to die, with his deputy finding the deliberately buried antidote in the snow-melted courtyard. But finding another man was unacceptable!
In his heart, Chen Jing was his woman for all eternity. As long as he was alive, he would never let her go.
In the end, nothing was said. Despite Jiang Dongling’s tough attitude, when Chen Jing actually got angry, he immediately became timid and didn’t dare speak. That was just his nature.
After leaving the basement, Chen Jing asked Jiang Dongling to return to his room while she went to Yu’s mother’s room.
Yu’s mother was hesitant but eventually spoke. Chen Jing then learned that Jiang Dongling had actually crossed over when Yu Xi was sixteen. Surprised, she asked: “You mean, he rarely appeared these years?”
Yu’s mother: “Yes, he would wake up once or twice each year.”
Chen Jing: “Didn’t the aunt find it strange why he has the surname Jiang?”
Yu’s mother shook her head: “He said he likes this name.”
For Yu’s mother, the family’s genetic condition caused her son psychological and physical issues, making her feel guilty. It was just a name. As long as he liked it, his surname didn’t matter.
Chen Jing smiled slightly and said nothing more.
In the bedroom, Jiang Dongling’s face was cold, his eyes icy. He closed the door and slowly walked in, coldly surveying the house supposedly belonging to the body’s original owner.
The room’s tone was cool, in black and white, originally giving an impersonal feeling. But with Chen Jing’s scattered photos, it gained a bit of vitality. Jiang Dongling picked up a photo frame on the bedside table. It was a group photo with about ten people. Chen Jing had her arm around a girl’s shoulder, not standing in a very prominent position.
But he saw her at a glance. Since first seeing Chen Jing, he had developed an ability. Whenever something was related to her, whether person or event, he could sharply sense it. And upon closer look, indeed it was.
Fingertips caressing the photo, gaze focused and immersed, lingering with tender affection. In fact, he had always been a person with an extremely cold personality. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever been able to stir any waves in his heart.
Everyone maintained a friendship as light as water; he disdained deep connections and didn’t want to waste time on useless relationships.
But Chen Jing was different. She was special.
Let’s just say it was the previous life. Even though he knew this woman deliberately pretended to accidentally approach him with ulterior motives, he still brought her home, carefully protecting and cherishing her.
Thinking of this, Jiang Dongling’s lips suddenly turned pale, a sharp pain piercing his heart.
It was so painful at the time that even now, having found her again, he was still anxious. The mere thought of her possibly leaving him again made him panic.
Holding the photo to his chest, Jiang Dongling lay down on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
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Yu Xi woke up still feeling somewhat confused. It wasn’t until he saw the familiar ceiling and the cold, hard texture in his hand that he suddenly sat up, glancing down at the photo and carefully placing it back. Without even bothering to straighten his clothes, he rushed out in a hurry.
“Jing Jing!” he called out frantically.
Receiving no response, his unease grew, his face turning pale: “Chen Jing!”
Still no response. The villa was eerily quiet, and Yu Xi swallowed, anxiously rushing downstairs.
Chapter 75: Obsessive Madness 10
Because Yu Xi was sick, the Yu family had no servants left except for the driver, Old Sun. Everyone had finished their work and quickly left, so in the vast villa, Yu Xi had been calling out for half a day without anyone responding.
Chen Jing was talking to Yu’s mother in her room when the door was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang, hitting the wall and bouncing back. A figure rushed in, accurately and forcefully throwing himself onto Chen Jing, holding her tightly.
Yu’s mother was startled: “What’s wrong?”
Chen Jing was shocked as she looked down at the man kneeling on one knee, desperately clinging to her body. She tentatively asked, “…Yu Xi?”
Yu Xi’s heart trembled, softly responding with a “Hmm,” holding onto her and refusing to let go. Only he knew how panicked he was when he woke up and realized he had fallen asleep again.
Long ago, Yu Xi knew that another person existed within his body. This person had a different personality, a different name, but shared his body and could even share his memories!
However, after Jiang Dongling appeared, everything that happened, he couldn’t know. His memory was just of sleeping, with nothing having occurred.
But how could that be?
He had heard his mother describe Jiang Dongling’s nature – gloomy and vicious, emanating an unapproachable aura, almost like a living demon.
Such a cold-blooded man suddenly knowing about Jing Jing’s existence – who knew what might happen?! Yu Xi didn’t have the slightest desire to gamble. He was even afraid that Jiang Dongling might have said or done something bad to Jing Jing, causing her to leave him. Such thoughts were unbearable, driving him to the brink of breakdown.
Moreover… now that Jing Jing knew about his dissociative identity disorder, how would she think? Would she find him too dangerous and abnormal, wanting to abandon him? No, no, no, it was too terrifying!
In any case, Chen Jing was not allowed to leave him!
And Chen Jing…
Yu Xi pressed his face against her abdomen, closing his eyes and holding her even tighter. He wanted to hold her close, to make her understand she couldn’t leave him.
Chen Jing sighed: “Mom, I’ll take him out.”
Yu Xi obediently followed her, clinging to her from behind like Siamese twins, resting his head on her hair, absolutely unwilling to let go.
Yu’s mother exhaled complex emotions, already somewhat numb to her son’s behavior.
At least with Chen Jing, her son’s condition could be best controlled. That was good enough.
Chen Jing took Yu Xi to his bedroom, walked to the bed, forcibly separated his hands, and pushed him down, looking at him from above.
Yu Xi trembled: “…What, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Chen Jing narrowed her eyes. “I’m just curious why you were so panicked just now. What were you afraid of?”
Yu Xi: “…Just afraid you’d leave me.”
He slowly lowered his eyelids, a hint of unease crossing his delicate face: “You’ve met that Jiang Dongling, right?”
Chen Jing nodded: “Met him.”
“Then—”
