Soul Patch

Chapter 128 Iced Fruit Drinks

As Wenjie pushed open the door and entered the room, a fragrant aroma filled the air, and he couldn't help but ruffle Yang Shanshan's hair.

For someone of Wenjie's height, a head pat is an easy thing to do.

"Did you make pork rib soup?" he asked, his breath twitching slightly as he inhaled the rich aroma of meat, bones, and other ingredients.

Yang Shanshan had just cried, and rubbed her nose with her hand, sobbing, "Your nose is still pretty sensitive."

Wenjie smiled, turned around and closed the door, then bent down to change his shoes.

Staring at the extra women's slippers and high heels in the shoe cabinet, a smile crept onto her lips.

After changing his shoes, Wenjie looked around the room. Pink curtains fluttered in the living room, Yang Shanshan's work clothes hung on the wardrobe, and Yang Shanshan was busy between the dining table and the kitchen...

All of this felt both familiar and strange to Wenjie. It seemed like he had spent yesterday as well, and perhaps the day before yesterday as well.

However, those memories were vague and intertwined with his previous, uncorrected life trajectory, making it difficult for Wenjie to distinguish them.

"Are you thirsty? I stewed some rock sugar pears and chilled them in the fridge for a while. How does it taste?"

Yang Shanshan brought out a glass of iced drink and handed it to Wenjie, saying softly.

Wenjie took it and gulped down a big mouthful.

Cool and refreshing, so comfortable!

"It's so delicious! Sweet and sour, and refreshingly cool!" Wenjie exclaimed casually.

He couldn't resist taking two more sips, finishing the entire glass of rock sugar pear juice. He went to the kitchen, placed the empty glass in the sink, and looked at Yang Shanshan, who was serving pork rib soup, saying:

"How do you have time to chill fruit drinks? Aren't you at work today?"

"How could I not have time to make you soup and juice?" Yang Shanshan wiped the sweat from her forehead and said coquettishly.

"What happened to your eyes?" Wenjie asked, looking at Yang Shanshan who was wiping her forehead. It looked like the skin around her eyes was peeling.

"It's nothing, it's probably just the heat from the stove. Go wait over at the dining table, it's too hot here." Yang Shanshan wiped her sweat and gently pushed Wenjie.

Wenjie also felt hot; the kitchen was like a steamer. Cooking in the summer was truly torture. He said with concern, "Shanshan, you've worked hard. I'll treat you to a good meal tonight."

Uh……

Yang Shanshan raised an eyebrow, glanced at Wenjie, and said nothing.

For some reason, I felt that Yang Shanshan's eyes were a little cold.

Wenjie left the kitchen and went to the bedroom, intending to grab his pajamas, take a shower to cool off, and then sort out the events of the past few days.

Upon entering the bedroom, I caught a glimpse of a rope tied to the pink curtains out of the corner of my eye.

The white velvet rope was tied into the shape of a butterfly.

Wenjie was stunned. He stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring blankly at the piece of rope.

Images of butterfly knots kept appearing uncontrollably in my mind—images of Cheng Xiaohui, Zhao Xiaolong, Jia Song… These images ultimately transformed into the deadly butterfly in my father's hand.

"Shanshan! Shanshan!"

He remained standing, his eyes fixed on the butterfly knot tied to the curtain, and called out loudly to Yang Shanshan.

However, there was no response from Yang Shanshan.

He turned his head in confusion, wanting to see what Yang Shanshan was doing and why she was ignoring him.

He wanted to know where the butterfly cord came from; he needed to know the answer immediately.

But when she turned around, she saw a cold and aloof man standing behind her, with a distant and indifferent demeanor.

When Wenjie turned around and saw the look of shock and disbelief on his face, he curled his lips into a mysterious smile.

"What, don't you recognize me?"

"Hmph, how could I not recognize him?" Wenjie thought to himself with a cold laugh.

He composed himself and said in a deep voice, "Jia Nan, good evening!"

Indeed, the aloof man standing behind Wenjie was Jia Nan. His expression, movements, and demeanor were all familiar to Wenjie. But why was Jia Nan here?

After logging out of the system, he felt that something was strange about what was happening around him. It just didn't make sense and everything seemed eerie.

After Jia Nan's life trajectory was corrected, from 2016 to 2019, she did not seek revenge against him for three years.

Something just didn't seem right, and he was very puzzled.

I really can't think of any reason, so I can only attribute it to good luck. Jia Nan hasn't found him yet.

The things you worry about will actually happen in reality. Wenjie hates Murphy's Law the most, without exception.

Because Murphy's Law is always so accurate.

At that moment, "Yang Shanshan" appeared behind Jia Nan. She smiled at Wen Jie and then slowly took off her wig.

"Do you still recognize me?" The girl waved the pink hair tie on her wrist at Wenjie.

Watching the girl let her hair down from her head and casually tie it into a ponytail.

Wenjie finally recognized her; it was the woman who was doing her morning exercise!

Wenjie also saw Ye Wenqian outside her residential compound that morning.

"Come on, let me formally introduce you. This is Andy, my assistant."

You can call her Xiao An, she has a nickname: No-Face. Now you know why she's called No-Face, right? She's not only good at using hallucinogenic drugs, but she's also a master of disguise and impersonation." Jia Nan patted Andy on the shoulder and said casually.

Andy laughed and tore off a piece of tape from his throat, looking at Jia Nan and asking, "How similar is the voice?"

"To be honest, I'd give you at most 60 points, just passing." Jia Nan smiled disdainfully.

"60 points?" Andy was clearly unconvinced. How could 60 points fool Wenjie?

“Yeah, at most 60 points. You can ask him if you don’t believe me.” Jia Nan nodded her chin at Wen Jie.

Wenjie had no interest in getting to know Jia Nan's assistant, let alone commenting on her disguise skills. His face grew increasingly grim, and he roared rudely, "I'm asking you, where is Yang Shanshan?"

He had a very bad feeling about it!

"What? Didn't you see Yang Shanshan this morning?" Jia Nan said slowly, exchanging a glance with Andy as she spoke.

Andy nodded knowingly, and then said:

“I saw him in the neighborhood. He seemed to be in a good mood. He smoked for a while, then went across the street to have breakfast, and then hitched a ride to work.”

Upon hearing Andy's words, Wenjie conjured up images of antique-style lamps, chandeliers, sofas, coffee tables, TV walls, and a graceful woman lying on the bedroom floor.

The girl was covered in blood, her face was hit by a chandelier, and her features were unrecognizable.

No...no, how could this be Yang Shanshan? Yang Shanshan's wrists don't have any scars.

There was also a portrait card of the victim reconstructed by the police, which he felt looked more like Huang Weiwei.

The two looked at Wenjie, who was in pain, helpless, and distraught, and smiled at each other.

Jia Nan took out the kitchen knife from her handbag and approached Wenjie step by step, saying:

“Wenjie, you’re probably familiar with this knife. Twelve years ago, you used this very knife to kill my brother, Jia Song.”

"Today I'll kill you with this knife, and then we'll be even."

Jia Nan's face was icy cold, and her breath was so cold it seemed capable of freezing people to death out of thin air.

"You think you can kill me?" Wenjie retorted dismissively.

“Originally, you couldn’t have killed him. You seemed to have some skill when you dealt with Huang Weiwei’s brother, Huang Dongheng.”

Jia Nan held the cleaver up to her face, gently blew on the blade, and then changed the subject, saying:

"However, things might not be so simple after you drank that chilled fruit drink..."

(End of this chapter)