Mo Qishen looked particularly calm today, so calm that the corners of his mouth even carried a hint of a smile. “Nephew, do you know Li Xianxian?”
Mo Baichuan’s brow twitched suddenly. “I do.” Did Mo Qishen already know something?
The surveillance footage that even the police missed—could Mo Qishen have found it?
Moreover, Bei Ling had already brought over the originals…
Could Mo Qishen be testing her?
“The murderer is Li Xianxian,” Mo Qishen continued.
“It’s not her!” Mo Baichuan immediately retorted. “Li Xianxian is a good person! She even saved my life once, Sixth Uncle. Please don’t wrongly accuse a good person.”
“I’ve already handed the evidence over to the police. Tomorrow, you don’t need to report to Mainland anymore.”
Mo Baichuan’s face turned pale. “Sixth Uncle!”
“See him out!”
“Mr. Mo, this way please,” said several bodyguards, stepping forward.
Mo Baichuan had never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that Mo Qishen would strip him of his authority so swiftly.
Overnight, the chief executive officer of Mainland was replaced by someone else.
Quietly, without a sound.
In the end, he had underestimated Mo Qishen.
“I know you’re here.” After Mo Baichuan left, Mo Qishen suddenly looked up in the direction of Ni Yang.
Ni Yang stared at him in astonishment.
She was currently a soul form; others could not see her at all. How could Mo Qishen see her?
“Even though I can’t see you, I can feel you. You must be right here by my side.”
Right now, Mo Qishen had a very peculiar feeling.
Ni Yang was definitely somewhere nearby.
And she’d been there for days.
The sensation was just like a dream, indescribable with dry and lifeless words.
“Mo-gege.”
Ni Yang responded to him, but Mo Qishen couldn’t hear her. No matter what she did, Mo Qishen could neither see nor hear her.
Mo Qishen continued, “I know that in our past life we must have been husband and wife, right? Did you see that bottle? If everything I said is correct, let that bottle fall to the ground, okay? If you don’t respond, I’ll take your silence as agreement.”
Ni Yang chuckled, reaching out to push the bottle, but her fingertips went right through it.
What now?
Ni Yang frowned slightly.
Mo Qishen kept his gaze fixed on the bottle, and just when he thought he might be hallucinating, the bottle suddenly fell to the ground.
BANG!
It shattered into pieces.
“I knew it was you! Yangyang, wait for me. I will find a way to save you—I promise!”
In the days that followed, Mo Qishen began to purchase large quantities of jade.
Jade carried yin energy, allowing soul forms to attach themselves to it.
Although the two still couldn’t meet or converse, they could sense each other’s presence.
Half a month later.
Mo Qishen brought a Jade Pendant to an underground room.
It was two stories below ground, home to many migrant workers—a place known as the most chaotic and decrepit part of Beijing.
Mo Qishen checked the address on his phone, then knocked on the door.
After a moment, the door creaked open.
The person who opened the door was a scruffy old man, his hair long and his beard even longer—he didn’t look anything like an expert.
“You’re Mo Qishen, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Mo Qishen nodded.
“e in,” the old man said. “Did you bring the deposit?”
“I brought it.”
“It’s in cash, right?” The old man stroked his beard and continued. “If you didn’t bring cash, you can leave now—and don’t bother ing back.”
Mo Qishen placed the suitcase he was holding directly on the table and opened the lid.
The inside was packed with stacks of crisp banknotes.
At the sight, the old man’s eyes lit up, and his demeanor turned weling. “Please, take a seat! Brother, sit down.”
Mo Qishen sat down slowly and deliberately. “Can you do what I ask?”
“As long as there’s money, there’s nothing King Fifth can’t do!” After saying so, King Fifth looked at Mo Qishen and added, “But, are you really ready for this decision?”
“I am.” Mo Qishen nodded.
King Fifth continued, “Even if she is reborn and doesn’t know it was your sacrifice that saved her?”
“Yes,” Mo Qishen nodded again.
Then he asked, “Will I remember her?”
King Fifth shook his head. “You won’t remember her either. To relive a life is to defy the heavens and change fate—everything from past timelines will be erased and rewritten.”
“I understand,” Mo Qishen nodded lightly.
“Since you’ve made up your mind, press your fingerprint here. Once you imprint your fingerprint, there’s no turning back.”
“…”
Listening to the exchange, Ni Yang pieced together how she had been reborn in her previous life.
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