CHAPTER 434: CHAPTER 434

Jiang Moxi looked at the flashing text on the computer screen, feeling deeply moved.

Yes, during the time she shared a bed with Fu Youhan, she also discovered that Fu Youhan had been searching for Dead Ghost.

But she had always thought that Fu Youhan was an enemy, not a friend, so she dared not tell him that she, Jiang Moxi, was Dead Ghost.

She never imagined that the reason Fu Youhan was looking for her was because he was actually Jiang Li.

Fate really did play a big joke on them.

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On the other hand, Fu Youhan’s computer screen displayed Jiang Moxi’s dazed and absent-minded face, before he quickly typed out this line of text.

"Xixi, it was because I mistook Wen You for you that I protected her several times. I felt that I owed her my life since she saved it. I owed her a debt."

"If you had let me know earlier that you are Dead Ghost, then none of this would have happened."

"Xixi, can you give me another chance for the sake of me being Jiang Li? We have already missed each other for so long, please don’t waste any more precious time, okay?"

But these words received no response from Jiang Moxi.

Because as soon as Jiang Moxi snapped back to reality, she turned off the computer.

The computer screen completely darkened, and Jiang Moxi felt the jumbled noises in her head finally settle down to calm.

She returned to her bed and lay down, silently staring at the ceiling, her hand resting on the place on her lower abdomen where she had been shot twice.

Just like Fu Youhan said, if she had revealed earlier that she was Dead Ghost, then all that had happened before could have been avoided.

He was not wrong.

But her wounds were also real.

She still couldn’t let go, nor pretend that nothing had happened.

So even though Fu Youhan was Jiang Li, and he protected Wen You under the mistaken belief that she was Dead Ghost just to repay a favor, it’s better to just let it go.

In any case, Fu Youhan had saved her life during a raid before; they were even now, with no debts between them.

Let everything else be scattered to the winds.

Jiang Moxi fell into a half-conscious state and stumbled back into sleep.

In her dream, all her former comrades-in-arms were back.

They ate barbecue together, drank together, chatted together, and freely lay on the grass, gazing up at the myriad of stars in the sky.

But then, the sound of explosions came suddenly, and one by one, they howled in agony, but still encouraged her to leave the dangerous situation.

"Dead Ghost, run! There are several more timed bombs over there, run!"

"We’re all injured and can’t move. You go!"

"Don’t be scared! Doing this job, we knew this day would come! But you’re still young, you must live on..."

Later, Feng Ming arrived just as the last few timed bombs exploded, covering her as they jumped down from the second floor.

As they leaped, the timed bombs exploded.

The shockwave from the blast blew them both far away.

Jiang Moxi, listening to her comrades’ heart-wrenching screams, whined and sobbed with grief.

The next day, as dawn broke, she heard Wei Su’s voice above her.

"Feng Xi, your fever is so high, are you feeling alright?"

Jiang Moxi jolted awake and upon seeing Wei Su, who appeared in front of her, the sadness in her eyes was quickly replaced by icy coldness.

"Why are you here? Get out!"

Since returning to the Feng Family, Jiang Moxi never hid her hostility towards Wei Su.

Wei Su knew why, but she still pretended to be ignorant.

"Feng Xi, I was just passing by your room when I heard you shouting, so I came in. You still have a fever, I’m just concerned about you, please don’t treat me this way, okay?"

Wei Su said, reaching out to touch Jiang Moxi.

But before her hand made contact, it was swatted away by Jiang Moxi.

"It was you who leaked our whereabouts, causing all of them to die. Wei Su, do you think I haven’t acted because I don’t know about your crimes, or because I can’t bear to deal with you?"

Jiang Moxi coldly confronted Wei Su, her captivating features adding even more menacing intent to the chill in her eyes.

Wei Su was also aware of Jiang Moxi’s significant capabilities, after all, she had always been highly praised by Feng Ming.

Faced with such a gaze from her, Wei Su felt somewhat scared.

But Wei Su still struggled to squeeze out a smile, "Feng Xi, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I feel sorry about Ah Ming’s incident, but I am also very upset because Feng Ming is my lover."

Wei Su’s eyes reddened as she spoke: "I know you miss Ah Ming terribly, and you’re heartbroken. But am I not the same? Can’t you stop putting all that blame on me? I am a person too, and I can feel sad and hurt."

Such was Wei Su, seemingly truly mourning Feng Ming’s departure.

However, Jiang Moxi sneered: "Is it with this exquisite acting that you convinced the old master to let you stay on in the estate over these years?"

Wei Su probably didn’t expect that despite her sobs and tears, Jiang Moxi remained completely unmoved.

She could only allow her tears to fall, her weeping plaintive.

"Indeed, I felt jealous that Ah Ming was too good to you, but I never did anything to you or Ah Ming. Besides, I’ve always stayed with the Feng Family; how could I have any contact with your world, I..."

Wei Su sobbed through her narrative, acting as if she had suffered a tremendous injustice.

But before she could finish, Jiang Moxi interrupted her.

"If you enjoy acting so much, continue with your performance. After all, once he comes back, you won’t be able to act anymore."

Wei Su suddenly shuddered, "He? Who? Ah Ming?"

Right, just now she felt that Jiang Moxi’s words meant that Feng Ming was coming back.

But wasn’t Feng Ming already dead?

Those people had told her that they witnessed Feng Ming being blown away from the second floor.

How could he possibly still be alive to come back?

But if Jiang Moxi, whom she thought was dead, could come back to life, maybe Feng Ming was just in hiding.

The more Wei Su thought about these things, the more uneasy she became. She desperately wanted an answer from Jiang Moxi’s mouth.

But the more anxious Wei Su was, the less directly Jiang Moxi would satisfy her curiosity.

"Just wait and see, you’ll eventually find out who it is."

Wei Su, trembling with nervousness, desperately grasped Jiang Moxi’s hand, "Feng Xi, you..."

Jiang Moxi, seeing a shadow outside the window, simply picked up a cup from the bedside table and smashed it on Wei Su’s forehead.

Wei Su, blood flowing from her wound, screamed, "Ahh..."

The person outside the window immediately pushed the door open and entered.

"Xixi, what happened?"

Feng Yu rushed in, only to see Jiang Moxi sitting safely on the bed, while Wei Su bled from her forehead.

Feng Yu’s brows furrowed, a stern look spreading across his eyes.

"Haven’t I told you not to hang around Xixi’s front? Did you take my words as nothing but the wind?"

Feng Yu berated Wei Su fiercely. Wei Su could only clutch her forehead, trying to explain.

"I was just passing by outside and heard Feng Xi talking in her sleep, so I came in to check. She seemed to be feverish. But I didn’t expect..."

"Feverish?"

Feng Yu didn’t even wait for Wei Su to finish, but asked Jiang Moxi with concern.

His handsome face could not hide his anxiety, and he reached out to touch Jiang Moxi’s forehead.

But as soon as he approached, Jiang Moxi’s head turned to the side.

Feng Yu’s hand grasped at the air and, making eye contact with Jiang Moxi, he clearly captured the rejection in her eyes.

So he changed his course, "I’ll go find the family doctor."

Feng Yu was about to leave but turned back to see Wei Su still with a bloody forehead, glaring angrily at Jiang Moxi.

He immediately ordered in a cold voice: "What are you waiting for? Get lost!"

Wei Su dared not disobey Feng Yu’s words, but after taking a few steps, she couldn’t help but look back at Jiang Moxi.

So, were the implications behind Jiang Moxi’s words true, that Feng Ming wasn’t dead and would come back?