False evidence

Chapter 106 Past Lives and Present Lives (Part 2)

"What do you want? Stop right there!" Yan Fengwei roared.

I had already seen through Meng Zhen's intentions. I took a step onto the terrace, drew my peach wood short sword, and blocked her way.

Meng Zhen glanced at the short sword and said coldly, "You think you can stop me?"

Seeing her reaction, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Lu Xin once said that she was very likely a ghost from a hundred years ago.

It seems that the peach wood sword that Yan Fengwei found might not be effective against her.

With a change of heart, I resolutely threw away the wooden sword.

At this moment, Meng Zhen took off her raincoat and turned to walk towards the other edge of the terrace.

"I'll come and take you back no later than the Mid-Autumn Festival in August!" I said in a deep voice.

Meng Zhen's body stiffened, and she turned to the side, her eyes full of confusion: "What did you say?"

I raised my voice slightly: "The man surnamed Lin always keeps his word and would never lie to my woman. When I go back this time, I will tell my father everything about you."

Meng Zhen murmured, "Don't tell him what I do, or he definitely won't let me in."

"You're overthinking it. I wouldn't lie to the old man. You were tricked into working in this place. You're different from those vixens. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken a liking to you."

Before she could speak again, I walked up to her and grabbed her chin:

"The Wind Listening Bottle is a replica, but it is still quite valuable. I'm giving it to you as a token of our love, and also to reassure you that I'm waiting for your return."

Meng Zhen trembled violently again, and suddenly raised her head to ask, "Who exactly are you? How do you know what he said to me back then?"

I finally saw her face clearly, and a sudden daze flashed through my mind, with fragments of memories appearing in an instant.

One particular detail stunned me for a moment…

Yan Fengwei finally ran over, roughly grabbed Meng Zhen's arm, and shouted:

"Come at me if you dare, don't mess with my wife! She's a good woman, she's never hurt anyone!"

Meng Zhen, who had been looking bewildered, suddenly revealed a strong sense of hostility on her face. She flipped her arms over and grabbed his arms instead.

Yan Fengwei was afraid that Meng Zhenzhen would be bewitched by evil spirits and jump off the building, so he held on very tightly.

However, the woman's strength was so astonishing that when she moved, Yan Fengwei ripped off a layer of skin from both of her forearms, leaving them covered in blood, a truly shocking sight.

"She's a good woman, so what am I? I'm cheap, but I gave you everything! And what about you? What did you do to me?"

The woman cried out in anguish, "You've taken away my last hope! You've taken away my hope of living!"

As he spoke, he suddenly shook off Yan Fengwei and turned to run forward.

This time she was so fast that by the time I caught up with her, she had already leaped over the railing.

Fortunately, I managed to grab one of her hands.

'Meng Zhen' did not struggle. As she looked up, a venomous smile appeared on her rain-soaked face.
"He may really love this woman, but that doesn't mean he's a good man. He's a liar, a bastard, a villain! I won't let him get away with this; I'll make him suffer for the rest of his life!"

As she spoke, she suddenly grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my flesh. "Quick, help me pull her up!"

The pain was so intense that I had no choice but to turn to Yan Fengwei for help.

Instead of stepping forward, Yan Fengwei took two steps back. "Sanqi, ignore her. Let her do whatever she wants."

Yan Fengwei suddenly laughed, his laughter tinged with sarcasm:
“A man has three great joys: promotion, wealth, and the death of his wife! Promotion is out of the question, and I have some money now. This woman was alright when she was young, but now, ha, she's unrecognizable without makeup, and with makeup, she's uglier than a ghost! It's good that she's dead; out with the old, in with the new. I can find another young and beautiful one.”

"Stop talking nonsense! Pull her up now!"

I was so angry my head was throbbing. What he said was exactly the same as what Pidan had told me before. Anyone could tell it was a lie, so how could 'Meng Zhen' not understand his intentions?
Sure enough, Meng Zhen's smile deepened as she looked at me and said, "Since he wants this woman dead so badly, why don't you grant his wish?"

Seeing the resentment in her eyes, I hardened my expression: "Meng Zhen is dead. He is certainly in pain, but I guarantee you will suffer even more. In the next life, the two of them will still be together. And you are destined not to get the result you want."

"Is that so?" The woman's eyes gleamed with cunning.

I said, "You know very well that you don't hate him, but rather that Lin who didn't keep his promise to you."

The woman said, "He is Lin Qin'en."

“I know he is Lin Qin’en, but in this life, he is called Yan Fengwei.”

"In my opinion, there is no difference. Debts from the past life are repaid in this life, which is only natural."

"What if I told you that he never owed you anything?"

The woman laughed again, but tears streamed down her face amidst the laughter.

“He didn’t lie to you,” I interrupted her. “You’ve been in the Listening Bottle for so long, you should know that this thing is really valuable.”

The woman sneered: "If you weren't also deceived by him, then you're helping him deceive me."

I was taken aback, then realized what was happening and exclaimed in astonishment, "You still don't know the value of this bottle?"

Yan Fengwei couldn't keep up the act any longer and wanted to step forward, but I gestured for him to stop.

He was certainly not stupid. Realizing the crux of the problem, he quickly said, "Most Song Dynasty 'Listening to the Wind' vases are just circulating figures in the antique trade. Even if a layman sees one and can appreciate its beauty, he might not realize its actual value. Someone who knows nothing about porcelain would certainly not consider it a mere trifle. Otherwise, the original owner wouldn't have left it to me as junk, would he?"

Upon hearing his voice, the woman began to struggle agitated again.

I quickly said, "Let's not talk about the things yet! I'll just tell you one thing: he never went back to Guangzhou back then!"

"You're still trying to lie to me?" the woman gritted her teeth. "If he didn't go home, where did he go?"

"It was a slip of the tongue. I should say that he did return to Guangzhou that year, but what was sent home was just a corpse!"

I said to the woman in a deep voice, "I don't know what state you were in inside the 'Listening to the Wind Bottle,' but if you could hear and see, you should remember what I just told my girlfriend. Some of the things I know are based on a special kind of physiognomy. I've only known Yan Fengwei for three days; I have no reason to help him deceive you."

If you still don't believe me, let me tell you something else. I know what you're doing now isn't your original plan. Even if I hadn't shown up, you would still have possessed Meng Zhen. Meng Zhen might have died, but your ultimate goal was simply to use her identity to be with Yan Fengwei again—no, I should say, with Lin Qin'en.

I didn't give the woman a chance to speak and continued, "You have reason to hate him, but you still love that man. You know very well that even if the original plan had succeeded, neither of you would have ended up well. Rather than that, trust me! Let's get to the bottom of what happened back then, and then whatever decision you make, I won't stop you."

"Really?" the woman asked, staring at me.

The same strange sense of foreboding I had felt before returned to my heart, but seeing that she had relented, I didn't think much of it for the moment and said, "You know what you're doing. If you insist on going your own way, I can't stop you."

(End of this chapter)