Chapter 419: Do You Know How Many Years I’ve Felt Guilty? _1
Ji Qishu’s scalp tingled. What the hell, please don’t look at me like that, it scares me.
Ji Qishu suddenly sprang up: “Uncle, aunt, don’t misunderstand, please don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t me. It was him!”
Bai Lanwu couldn’t believe it: “Ye Xingguang?”
Ji Qishu was willing to swear to the heavens: “Correct, it’s him. Allow me to explain how things unfolded, uncle and aunt. Please listen carefully. This is a major misunderstanding…”
As the CEO of KOCO Television, Ji Qishu’s account was full of ups and downs, fraught with danger. He concluded his tale: “Although I have no idea what Ye Xingguang and he went through, he was truly set up by Fu Zhuo. All the rescue teams were sent out to sea in search of him, but to no avail. In fact, the ship I was on passed by him, but I failed to recognize him in his disguise
after he changed his appearance, I missed him. Fu Zhuo really dug a deep pit!”
Bai Lanwu understood: “So, that was why he was disguised? He changed his appearance to look like Qin Junye?”
Ji Qishu nodded vigorously: “Indeed, that’s how it went. Ye Xingguang thought he was dead, but he was, in fact, alive. That’s why he didn’t allow her to burn paper money for him. It wasn’t out of jealousy, but rather the fear of being cursed. It’s ominous to burn paper money for the living, isn’t it, uncle, aunt?”
Bai Lanwu remained somewhat skeptical: “Is that so?”
Song Chuanqi’s tense expression also eased slightly. However, he was only half-convinced without solid proof.
“Humph! How can you prove it?”
Ji Qishu said, “I can recite everything I experienced with Ye Xingguang. Father, I beg you to let me see her. If not, the dumplings would get mushy.”
Ye Xingguang, with her sharp hearing, heard their conversation clearly from her bedroom. Even though logic suggested she should believe part of the story, her current emotional state prevented her from willingly accepting it. Only yesterday, he had clearly denied ever having used a disguise!
What a despicable man. Now that he’s scared, he’s creating excuses, even enlisting Ji Qishu to help corroborate his far-fetched story. It was such a well-crafted narrative that she suggested he might as well start a column to publish it as a short story.
Ye Xingguang covered her face with a quilt, without wanting to hear another word. Yet, her mind uncontrollably pondered:
Could it be that her savior is still alive?
And had he been in her life all along, unbeknownst to her?
How could something so tender and beautiful happen in this world?
This scenario was too alluring and resembled a dream, making it hard to believe without hesitation…
Bai Lanwu knocked on her bedroom door: “Ye Xingguang, Fu Zhuo has brought dumplings and flowers and hopes to apologize and admit his mistake. Do you want to come out and see him?”
“I won’t see him!” Ye Xingguang’s refusal rang out loudly.
Before obtaining solid confirmation, she wasn’t keen on believing his story and angrily demanded: “Tell him to go!”
But in her heart, she seemed to have already believed 60 percent of the story.
Otherwise, how could he have known about the precise spot on her tailbone? How could he have perfectly reproduced a conversation that transpired between her and Qin Junye, with not a single word out of place?
Yet this dream seemed too enchanting. It felt like a beautiful soap bubble, vulnerable and likely to burst upon the slightest touch
The boy she had felt guilty about for so many years, who she believed beyond saving, had in fact been alive all this time. Her eyes reddened in an instant out of gratitude, tears rolling down her face. She clenched her teeth to keep from crying out in her overwhelming emotion.
She was aching to rush to him, throw herself into his arms, and berate him: “Why did you show up so late? Do you have any idea how guilty I’ve felt all these years?”