The Improper Strategy of Yandere

Mrs. Chen laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She smiled and said, "Xiao Yuan does have a twin sister."

That was all she said. This was her granddaughter's business, and she didn't care about anything else except checking it. She changed the subject and said, "Xiao Yuan told me that you can solve the ghost that is haunting her..."

"No!" He Xiao didn't care about being polite and interrupted him firmly. He didn't know how to exorcise ghosts at all! Zheng Xueyuan was slandering him again!

Madam Chen fanned herself and took two sips of the warm tea. "If you ask me, He Xiao, you can solve Xiao Yuan's problem!"

Seeing that He Xiao wanted to say something again, the old man waved his hand and laughed: "Don't be in a hurry to refute me. The ghost that Xiao Yuan is afraid of is related to you."

He Xiao stood up suddenly, opened his mouth and suddenly realized, he said hesitantly: "Madam Chen, you also know me! No! You know Xi Nanfeng?"

He also knew that Zheng Xueyuan was afraid of ghosts and the dark. That was probably about ten years ago. Since Madam Chen and Zheng Xueyuan were so sure that he had something to do with this problem...

It could only be related to his relatives. He was only five years old ten years ago, but he still remembered some things. He had never met Zheng Xueyuan or Madam Chen.

Either it can only be related to Xi Nanfeng, or...

"It's not Xi Nanfeng, it's your biological parents." The old man said faintly: "Your parents both serve our Zheng family. I know them. They are both upright and brave people."

"It's a pity that he died in the car accident. I'm sorry that you suffered too." She said she made him suffer, but there was no trace of pity in Mrs. Chen's eyes except for the memories.

He Xiao understood everything clearly, and knew that Zheng Xueyuan's problem was actually related to his parents. This also explained why the eldest lady had been protecting and monitoring him since he was a child.

But Mrs. Chen clearly knew the specific reason, so why couldn't she prescribe the right remedy? Or was it that the eldest lady's fear of the dark and ghosts was related to herself?

Could it be that his parents really became ghosts after their death and have been haunting Zheng Xueyuan? He wanted to persuade them - a rebellious thought flashed through his mind.

This is too ridiculous! He Xiao stroked his chin and thought. His parents were busy with work, and his memories before the age of five were all of a few highlights. They loved him very much, but time did dilute this family affection.

I can hardly remember their faces anymore.

"So...what does Zheng Xueyuan need me to do to help her? What did my parents do to make her feel like she was haunted by ghosts?" He Xiao asked with a wry smile. There was something weird about the whole thing.

Zheng Xueyuan's problem was caused by her parents, but she never mentioned her biological parents when she was entangled with herself - the eldest lady knew that she was the key, but she didn't know the specific process.

The gentle noble girl seemed to have lost her memory. Whoever gave her some hints kept silent about the details...

Zheng Fujin was standing outside the door. The sun was setting, leaving a string of shadows on the wooden floor. She walked in the darkness, silent.

She hates the dark, but she is not afraid of it at all.

He Xiao's mother was her tutor and her father was her bodyguard. They were good people and entrusted He Xiao to their guilty selves before they died.

It’s that simple, but Zheng Xueyuan, the little girl who was afraid of the dark, couldn’t accept this fact. She forgot it, but when she grew up, she was still obsessed with wanting to know.

"Zheng Xueyuan...be quiet..." Zheng Fujin muttered coldly to herself while leaning against the wall. She could feel the struggle in her heart fighting for control of her body.

The little girl who was afraid of the dark completely forgot that she was protecting her, not hiding a secret.

"I don't know how you can help Xiao Yuan." The old man answered frankly, with a helpless expression on his face. After hesitating for a while, he still didn't explain.

She had previously wondered why her granddaughter cared so much about a boy, and the information she obtained showed that his parents and Xi Nanfeng's parents died in the same car accident.

Xi Nanfeng's father was driving under the influence of alcohol and ran a red light at an intersection, crashing into He Xiao's parents' car.

And now Xi Nanfeng is He Xiao's adoptive mother, and they have a very harmonious relationship.

The old man was not sure whether the young man in front of him already knew the truth. If Xi Nanfeng had not said it, then her talkativeness might destroy a family.

She remembered very clearly that He Xiao's wish just now was to make his family happy, with a firm gaze and unwavering determination.

If this thorn is in the way, will He Xiao and Xi Nanfeng still have the same harmonious relationship as before?

She had to consider the consequences, Mrs. Chen sighed. Her energy was limited, so she would not add to the complicated relationships among the younger generation.

"He Xiao, I have a task for you." The old woman closed her eyes again. She had said too much today and was very tired.

"You are the only one in the world who can help my granddaughter Zheng Xueyuan solve the... evil spirit that she fears - go and find out the truth yourself." Mrs. Chen spoke with certainty, and did not forget to promise benefits and warn her of the dangers.

"If you can do it before I die, all the conditions I set before will be fulfilled. If you can't do it, all your efforts will be in vain before I die."

He Xiao looked embarrassed: "I can only do my best..."

"No! You have to do your best! You must make my granddaughter return to normal and make her a normal girl." The old man did not give him any chance to shirk.

The old lady looked dejected and extremely weak, and her voice was hoarse and solemn: "I won't live long, this is my last wish."

"Xiao Yuan's father has no feelings for her. After I die, no one will protect Xiao Yuan. She will probably be forced to marry into an alliance, right? This is the responsibility of the Zheng family. They enjoy privileges but do not contribute..."

"Then you have to sacrifice your future!"

Mrs. Chen knew that she had told a lie, and her granddaughter knew that Zheng Fujin was not a weak person, and she would rather lose everything than give in.

"So He Xiao, you have to save her. Xiao Yuan protected your family when you were a child. She can make greater sacrifices for you. Helping her is helping yourself."

He Xiao trembled with his lips, but finally nodded slightly.

When he opened the door, he saw Zheng Xueyuan leaning against the wall. The girl was about twenty years old, but her expression did not belong to her age.

It was full of indifference and dead silence, and it seemed that there was nothing in the world that she cared about anymore - this was clearly the most beautiful moment in a person's life.

She was pretty without any makeup, with her long hair neatly combed and hanging down behind her head. She was wearing a simple solid-colored dress, and her smooth, slender legs were straight. She stood there like a model sculpture.

"Are you done? I'll have someone take you home." Zheng Xueyuan curled his lips, his smile still gentle, but He Xiao felt it was not as sweet as before.

It's like he's become a different person.

He Xiao agreed and followed her out. He saw the shadow cast by the sun flashing across her body. He was startled and suddenly called out, "Zheng Fujin?"

Chapter 228 Deja Vu

Zheng Fujin was slightly stunned when she heard this. How did He Xiao know her name? And he also knew that she was not Xiao Zheng? Her real name was of course Zheng Xueyuan, which was her full name in the family tree.

Zheng Fujin is her nickname, a name she only uses when she is out and about. She lives a low-key life, has a narrow social circle, and few people know her.

Seeing the shadow cast by the window frame crawling over her, Zheng Fujin felt a headache - was it really because she was braver than little Zheng?

Without even thinking of quibbling, she stopped and nodded slightly, her neck straight and her face calm and composed: "I'm Zheng Fujin, Xiao Yuan's sister. He Xiao, how do you know my name?"

She was very sure that she had never appeared in front of He Xiao, let alone any intersection. How did the young man know about her? Was it still his magical ability of prophecy?

He Xiao burst out laughing. She was actually his teacher. However, he subconsciously put away his smile when her cold eyes swept over him.

Zheng Fujin was his benefactor. He was able to embark on the path of music in his previous life thanks to her guidance and help. She played an indispensable role in his success.

But rebirth was too mysterious, and he was not familiar with her now. According to the original history, he should have met her, the trainee teacher, in the music class of No. 1 Middle School.

He Xiao had no choice but to pretend he had seen you. "I've seen you before. You teach in the big piano store in Fuqiu New Town, right? I also practiced there for a while."

"Is that so?" Teacher Zheng raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled stiffly, "Then you must have been very surprised when you first met my sister."

He Xiao's reason was a bit perfunctory. She had indeed taught students in the piano store, but the young man's whereabouts were within her control, and Zheng Fujin was sure that she had never seen him.

Not to mention any intersection - but since the older boy has his own difficulties, she won't dwell on these trivial matters.

"I was really surprised to see Zheng Xueyuan. I thought we were destined to meet." He Xiao nodded and walked side by side with her, feeling a little conflicted in his heart.

He actually had a lot of questions to ask Zheng Fujin, such as why she suddenly disappeared without a trace, and why she left him a stack of music scores for him to complete?

But today was only the first time they met, so He Xiao just patiently chatted with her calmly and slowly walked out.

Jiang Baiyuan is built on the hillside of a small hill facing the river. It is not far down the stairs to a small parking lot. There are not many cars in it, and the few that are there are extremely low-key business cars.

The only coupe had luxury written all over its logo. A middle-aged white man with a big belly leaning on the back seat, his oversized suit open with the car door, was enduring the heat wave.

A few foreigners nearby were carrying large and small bags of things and loading them into another car. From time to time, they glanced at the business car on the opposite side of the parking lot, or to be more precise, at the blonde goblin leaning against the car door.

The foreigners were all surprised to see He Xiao and Zheng Fujin walking side by side, but the eldest lady didn't even bother to look at them and greeted Nata who was coming towards her.

"Thank you for your hard work, Nata. Please send He Xiao back."

Nata had probably just come out of a house with the air conditioner on. There was a layer of mist on her sunglasses and a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her tall nose. He Xiao could feel the coolness on her body when he got close to her.

The blonde fairy took off her sunglasses, revealing deep lake blue eyes filled with complicated emotions: "Okay, Miss Zheng...but do I really want to stay in the old town?"

Her tone sounded a little regretful. Nata probably didn't like being alone either. He Xiao looked at this Rakshasa beauty and was silent.

But who made her not his wife? This time when he went to the countryside to relax, Sister Xi Nanfeng and Apple and Pear were both his... er, lover, girlfriend and adoptive mother.

Nata is just a bodyguard, sent by Miss Zheng. Of course you can't participate!

"Yes! Nata is staying in the old city on standby, which can be regarded as giving you some days off so that you can have a good rest."

Zheng Fujin frowned slightly. Natalia was considered her personal confidant. At the beginning, this blonde beauty was stuffed into Jiang Baiyuan's banquet under the name of an employee of Luosha Trading Company.

She was immediately attracted by the stunning beauty and helpless look of this cheongsam-wearing woman, as well as the calluses on her fingertips from years of using guns and the vigorous strength of the muscles under the fat.

Natalia is Luosha's secret spy. The mission of this group of swallows is to show their charm in every place where Lan Fang bigwigs appear, and then naturally offer their bodies in exchange for intelligence.

But Nata was an absolute "newbie". Zheng Fujin snatched control of her body from Zheng Xueyuan and took her away under the noses of a group of eager hunters.

From then on, she became a spy lurking beside her, but she did not gather any intelligence at all. Instead, two years ago, her superior committed suicide by being shot five times in the back during an internal struggle in East Rakshasa.

The Luosha Swallows on this line became rootless duckweed. They originally wanted to return to their hometown, but after Zheng Fujin showed them the wanted warrants for "traitors"...

I have finally gathered some strength.

Over the years, this group of spies who lost the support of their motherland have been relatively obedient. Some of them have already started families and settled down in Lan Fang, but Natalia is the most stubborn and has not given up her desire to return home.

But it seems today... this charming beauty finally seems to be moved by things other than Rakshasa?

Zheng Fujin glanced at He Xiao. This was the first time that Nata had some objections to her decision. The young man next to her was very good at winning people's hearts.

"I understand, Miss Zheng." Nata responded with a pursed mouth. When she opened the back door and motioned He Xiao to go in, the foreigners in the parking lot came over with a few people to say hello.

"Ms. Zheng, have you talked to Madam Chen about the Marshal..." The translator translated the foreigner's words, but before he finished speaking, Zheng Fujin waved her hand impatiently.

"Grandma is very tired. We can discuss your matter another day."

The translator's face turned pale and he said something tactfully to the white man who was staring at Nata.

Suddenly, the middle-aged white man in a loose suit was in no mood to look at the beauty, and said anxiously in the half-familiar Lan Fang dialect: "Miss Zheng, the situation is very critical..."

"I can't help you." Zheng Fujin was not as gentle as Zheng Xueyuan. She shooed them away like a fly: "You can leave now. Don't stay too late."

The group of foreigners were in grief, anxious but not daring to offend Miss Zheng, so they just watched helplessly from the side.

"What do they do? Can you tell me?" He Xiao retracted his gaze. The white man's fat face turned red and veins bulged. He didn't dare to put on airs in front of Zheng Fujin, so he stared at him angrily.

Chapter 229 Little Zheng and Big Zheng

Zheng Fujin stared at him strangely and said, "He is the son of a big shot in a state in the northwest of the South Asian subcontinent. He is not a big shot, but he named himself a marshal.

"His brother is competing with him for the position of local emperor, and he wants to ask Lan Fang to help him get the position."

He Xiao's mind moved, and he asked, "Which country is it?" There are many countries in South Asia, some of which are insignificant, but some are of great significance.

"Punjab, bordering the state of Lanfang Kashmir."

It is the granary of South Asia! He Xiao's thoughts raced. Although South Asia has a hot climate, it suffers from severe soil erosion. The land is not fertile. It is good for growing fruits, but food production still relies on Punjab.

The white man just now was not actually a European white man, but a high caste South Asian, so his identity was obvious.

He and his brother fought fiercely for the position of leader of the state. In his previous life, he finally defeated his brother and took the throne with the support of Lan Fang.

But he was an absolute bastard who took advantage of Punjab's monopoly on grain to stir up trouble. In the future, the entire South Asian continent would suffer because of him.

"He is not a trustworthy guy... or he is very bad." He Xiao lowered his voice and said, "Please tell Madam Chen and Miss Zheng Fujin."

The future music teacher touched his chin, nodded, pushed the young man into the car and said, "I'll tell grandma... He Xiao, go back and have a safe journey. My sister Xiao Yuan also means the same."

Zheng Fujin had no time to chat with He Xiao. It was getting dark, and the other self in her heart was becoming more and more frightened and panicked, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Watching the business car disappear in the distance, Zheng Fujin put down her gently waving hands and pinched her own palms hard to make her "sister" quiet down.

As night fell, Jiang Baiyuan turned on the lights in time. Ever since Zheng Xueyuan was afraid of the dark and ghosts, she had lived in this big circle. The lights had been specially modified and could almost make the surface of the river look snow-white at night.

It does fit the name "Jiang Baiyuan".

Zheng Fujin walked leisurely on the cobblestone path. Her toes in her high heels hurt, so she kicked off her shoes casually and walked back barefoot.

"You are in a good mood." Xiaobai, the maid who grew up with her, suddenly said, following her closely with a high-heeled shoe in each hand.

Zheng Fujin nodded slowly and smiled bitterly: "He Xiao is very courageous. He is neither humble nor overbearing in front of grandma. This is very good."

He Xiao's parents entrusted their child to her. She had to keep the secret, compete with another self, and take care of He Xiao. She was very tired over the years.

But at least it was not in vain. He Xiao is doing well now. It seems that even without her care, he can achieve his dream and live the life he likes.

Zheng Fujin no longer worried about He Xiao's future after she disappeared - he was a man who could not only take care of himself, but also take care of the girl he liked.

After entering the villa, she knocked on the door barefoot. Grandma was still curled up on the recliner, looking weary, with her eyes squinted and fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, as if she was half asleep.

"Grandma, don't catch a cold." Zheng Fujin pulled a thin blanket over the old woman and gently reminded her. The old woman opened her eyes, full of sorrow, and looked at the coldness on the woman's face. After a long while, she sighed, "How do you feel, little aunt? You have been using your body for most of the day today."