klisemfg Chapter 137 Will Linlin Dislike Me?
Chapter 137 Will Linlin Dislike Me?
Chen Jiangqiao was speechless after being asked by Jiang Lin, and looked up at Ji Xingyi.
It's not that I can't guess, it's that I can't say it.
He could tell what Shen Wangshu wanted to do to Ji Xingyi just by looking at the man in the moonlight.
Because those were the things Chen Jiangqiao also wanted to do.
Everyone wants to possess beautiful things, everyone wants to defile them, and everyone wants to leave their mark on them.
Jiang Lin suppressed his smile, turned around, and stepped onto the stone steps.
Chen Jiangqiao watched as Jiang Lin led Ji Xingyi away in a triumphant manner, his face contorted: "Jiang Lin, I know he's sick!"
Even though she knew Ji Xingyi didn't like her, people inexplicably become obsessed with what they can't have.
Although Ji Xingyi received treatment at a strictly confidential private hospital, Chen Jiangqiao was a hacker, and a medical record was no challenge for him.
Chen Jiangqiao's investigation of Jiang Lin stemmed from a mission and curiosity, while his investigation of Ji Xingyi was entirely driven by personal motives. When Chen Jiangqiao saw Ji Xingyi's medical record, he couldn't believe it. The further he flipped through it, the more heartbroken he felt for this man.
Chen Jiangqiao's hostility towards Jiang Lin was not only because Jiang Lin was a love rival, but also because he simply disliked Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin appears gentle and polite to everyone, but he is ruthless and vicious at heart. Ji Xingyi is no match for Jiang Lin.
"He was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and emotional disorders at 14. He had no friends, and you took advantage of that vulnerability." Chen Jiangqiao, disregarding Ji Xingyi's presence, spoke without thinking due to anger and frustration: "Jiang Lin, didn't you just have the upper hand?"
"Jiang Lin, if he were a normal person, given his background, would he like men?"
Chen Jiangqiao shouted louder and louder: "Will he like you?!"
"Shut up!" Ji Xingyi glared angrily at Chen Jiangqiao, then pulled Jiang Lin away.
"Jiang Lin! Do you dare say you've never schemed against him?!" Chen Jiangqiao's eyes were bloodshot.
Jiang Lin paused, and Ji Xingyi gripped Jiang Lin's hand tightly: "Let's go."
Chen Jiangqiao watched the two figures walk into the darkness and gradually disappear, then roared furiously, "Ji Xingyi! You call me stupid?"
He's controlling you!
Do you even know what mind control is?!
"You're the dumbest of all!"
A surge of purple light welled up in Jiang Lin's eyes. The last person he wanted to kill this much had already been executed by 17.
But if he killed Chen Jiangqiao now, Jiang Lin turned to look at Ji Xingyi, who was holding his hand. He had never considered Ji Xingyi a fool; if Chen Jiangqiao died, wouldn't that confirm his guilt?
With a flicker of his purple eyes, Jiang Lin managed to suppress the murderous intent in his heart.
Ji Xingyi brought Jiang Lin back to the Qingshui Inn. After closing the door, he noticed that Jiang Lin's face was slightly pale. He reached out and touched the young man's cheek, feeling a chill. He said softly, "It's so windy outside. You could have just waited for me here. Why did you come out?"
Looking at Ji Xing's gentle demeanor as always, Jiang Lin felt a mix of emotions: "Don't you have anything you want to ask?"
Ji Xingyi lowered her eyes: "Fine, then why don't I have that memory?"
Jiang Lin paused for three seconds, as if recalling something, and his expression darkened further: "You resisted too fiercely back then, and Shen Wangshu injected you with a high concentration of hallucinogens. It damages the nerves, so you forgot."
"No wonder." Ji Xingyi breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Is this all you're going to do?" Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you angry? Do you know what Shen Wangshu did to you back then? Why aren't you angry!"
Ji Xingyi's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but hug the young man in front of her, chuckling softly, "It's okay, I've already forgotten anyway."
"As long as you're alright, that's all that matters. I thought... as long as you're alright, I don't care what happens to me."
Rather than feeling angry about the missing memory, Ji Xingyi was genuinely happy when she heard the truth.
Jiang Lin's taut nerves snapped completely, his voice became hoarse, and the smell of nicotine lingering in his nose caused him to have a physical reaction he had never experienced before.
Jiang Lin's eyes gradually welled up with tears as she pressed her lips against the man's neck: "I don't like you smoking."
Ji Xingyi: "Okay, I won't smoke anymore."
Jiang Lin: "It's not because I hate the taste of nicotine, it's because Shen Wangshu taught you that."
Three years ago, New World assigned Jiang Lin a very dangerous mission. The mission took Jiang Lin two months to complete, and he rushed back to China overnight after it was finished.
He longed to see his little pet, but instead saw Shen Wangshu embracing a handsome young man, chatting and laughing in an empty warehouse. Shen Wangshu even dared to hand the young man a cigarette he had smoked.
When his own things were tainted by someone else's, this was the first time Jiang Lin experienced what anger truly meant.
However, Jiang Lin did not choose to kill this filthy thing that coveted his pet immediately. He wanted Shen Wangshu to clearly understand that he was just a temporary substitute.
This is what Jiang Lin likes to do most—kill someone by destroying their spirit.
The handsome young man was always under his control, and whenever Jiang Lin saw Shen Wangshu's jealous and hateful eyes, his twisted psychology was greatly satisfied.
But an accident happened that day. Because of the dangerous mission, Jiang Lin's mental energy was greatly depleted. 17 followed Jiang Lin back to China and helped Jiang Lin with mental energy treatment every three days.
On the day Ji Xingyi was tricked by Shen Wangshu, he happened to be receiving mental therapy at 17.
When Jiang Lin rushed back, he saw that Ji Xingyi was disheveled and her beautiful face was covered with Shen Wangshu's disgusting substance. An unprecedented anger overwhelmed Jiang Lin's reason.
If it weren't for 17 being there, the scene would have been unimaginable.
On the surface, Shen Wangshu committed suicide, but in reality, Jiang Lin tortured her with his mental power for three days and three nights until Shen Wangshu's soul could no longer withstand the mental impact and shattered. Only then did Jiang Lin control Shen Wangshu's body to jump off the building and commit suicide.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Ji Xingyi loosened her embrace, looking at the young man with heartache.
It was indeed Shen Wangshu who taught him to smoke. It was so difficult to endure at the time, and Jiang Lin wasn't by his side, so he could only rely on nicotine to numb his nerves.
But Ji Xingyi didn't know that Jiang Lin had forbidden him from smoking because of this incident.
Ji Xingyi couldn't help but kiss the young man's reddened eyes: "Will Linlin dislike me?"
"He didn't finish, so I killed him!" Jiang Lin tried to suppress the rising anger, but her trembling voice betrayed the darkest side of her heart: "You are mine!"
"You'll always be mine!"
"Okay, I'm yours." Ji Xingyi embraced the young man and kissed him again, conveying all her love to him through their intertwined lips and teeth.
The two kissed more and more deeply, wishing they could merge into each other's very bones.
As Jiang Lin gradually calmed his anger, he asked in a trembling voice between breaths, "Aren't you afraid I'll scheme against you?"
Ji Xingyi chuckled and pushed the young man onto the bed: "Wearing a cheongsam? I'm actually a little scared!"