Chapter 225: Volume 1, Chapter 225 – I See Your Brow Is Dark (13)

But she came from a poor family, living in the mountains since childhood, studying desperately just to get into the city to earn money so her mother could live a bit better.

Her father was no good—he drank and gambled, and her mother, who had originally been a college student, was sold to the mountains by traffickers and married to that father.

At first the father treated the mother well, coaxing her into giving birth to Chen A Qian, but when he discovered it was a daughter, he instantly revealed his true nature and began beating her with fists and feet.

Later the mother gave her the money she had saved for most of her life, letting her escape to the city to study, because the mother did not want to see her locked up here like herself, unable to see the outside world.

A Qian did not want to abandon her mother and flee; she wanted to take her mother with her.

But the father discovered their plan, and in front of A Qian he drowned the mother, even trying to drown her as well; A Qian ran desperately and finally escaped her hometown.

She went to the police station to report it, but the father fled and has not been heard from since.

Since a month ago, she has constantly felt someone following her, and even in sleep she has nightmares of someone choking her neck, telling her to die; though it is just a dream, it feels very real, especially real.

Several times when she thought she was going to die, it was her mother who appeared and saved her.

During this month she has barely slept, and thoughts of suicide have arisen; she might as well just die to meet her mother.

Jiang Zhi listened to her words, packed up his stall, and said, "Take me to your home."

A Qian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes; whenever she mentioned her mother, her state became extremely poor, and her suicidal thoughts grew strong.

"Never mind, Master, I actually just wanted to tell you all this. I originally planned to leave this world; it has no meaning. I am so tired, living is so exhausting. Back then I could only watch my mother die, of no use at all. My mother shouldn't have given birth to me; if she hadn't, she wouldn't have died…… I am good for nothing…… just a burden to her……"

Her voice grew more and more sorrowful……

Jiang Zhi: "You're wrong."

A Qian suddenly lifted her head, her eyes filled with desperate tears.

Jiang Zhi calmly said, "Do you know why, each time you were about to die, your mother appeared to save you?"

Having said that, he pointed to the spot beside A Qian and said, "Because she is right beside you, accompanying you from beginning to end."

A Qian's sunglasses slipped off and fell to the ground; she stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly squatted, clutching her head and shaking it, "No… impossible! Are you deceiving me? You must be deceiving me!"

Jiang Zhi pressed his lips and said, "Your mother said she does not regret giving birth to you; you are the light that lets her live on. Without you, she might have died long ago."

A Qian knelt on the ground, sobbing heartbrokenly, repeatedly saying, "Sorry… sorry, Mom……"

The old woman standing beside the woman had a face full of vicissitudes, wrinkles everywhere; she must have suffered greatly in life, her expression utterly exhausted, her form nearly transparent. She reached out to comfort the A Qian on the ground, but her fingertips passed through her body.

Jiang Zhi, accustomed to life and death, still found it somewhat hard to bear.

She squatted down, bit her fingertip, and pressed the blood that welled out onto A Qian's forehead.

"Open your eyes."

A Qian felt a burning sensation at her brow; when she opened her eyes, she saw clearly the familiar figure beside her.

"Mom……" she almost lost her voice shouting.

The old woman met her gaze, brows and eyes softening with a smile, "Qian ah, Mother has never blamed you, nor regretted it; do you know that?"

A Qian's tears had already streamed down her face.

Jiang Zhi noticed that many people nearby had stopped and raised their phones to take pictures; he stepped forward to break the mood: "All right, let's go back to your home first."

A Qian is too famous; anyone who watches TV dramas knows her.

"Does Mother disappear because I left?" The tearful A Qian looked at her, silently choking; she looked nothing like a star, her eyes swollen from crying like walnuts.

Jiang Zhi looked speechless: "She's a ghost, not a leaf that blows away with a puff of wind."

How could she disappear so easily?

A Qian nodded, wiped the tears from her eyes, and said, "Mom, don't be afraid; this is a master who won't hurt you. Let's go home."

"Mom, I miss you so much; I think of you every day."

"Mom……"

Along the way, A Qian's chatter never ceased; when they passed the entrance, the security guard saw them staring like ghosts and was badly frightened.

Jiang Zhi covered his face, pretending he wasn't with her.

Until they took the elevator to the woman's residence.

Jiang Zhi opened his Yin-Yang Eye, looked around, and detected not a trace of malevolent ghostly energy in the house.

They sat on the sofa.

The old woman said, "Qian Qian, tell the master the truth."

A Qian, who had been pouring water, paused at the words; the cup in her hand almost slipped onto the coffee table, her face turned pale, and she slowly sat down, saying, "Sorry, Master, I lied to you; that person was already dead before I left my hometown."

That's why the police have never been able to find him—her father had already died, on the very day he drowned her mother.

He was killed by A Qian's own hands.

Jiang Zhi was not surprised: "I know."

A Qian stared, stunned.

Jiang Zhi said, "Then was the near‑strangling in the dream also a deception of me?"

A Qian heard him and shook her head: "No, that was real."

Jiang Zhi roughly understood.

"All right, I need to stay at your house for the night."

A Qian laughed excitedly: "Mm-hmm, I'll go tidy the room now. Mom, I have a lot to say to you; come with me."

Before leaving, the old woman bowed to Jiang Zhi.

She was deeply grateful for his help to her daughter.

Jiang Zhi stepped aside and said, "It's merely an equivalent exchange."

Ten thousand to save her life was originally just a transaction.

The old woman returned with a smile.

After they left, the spacious living room held only Jiang Zhi; he placed the withered‑grass basin from his arms onto the table and poured the pure water from his cup into it.

The withered grass leaves twitched slightly.

Jiang Zhi poured herself a cup of water and drank it, saying, "No need to thank me; I saved you only because you still have some use value."

The withered grass emitted a faint light.

Jiang Zhi, whom it had recognized as its master, heard what it was thinking.

"I know you're a good person."

Jiang Zhi snorted coldly: "I'm good for nothing."

Not giving it another glance, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to check out the outside scenery.

In her peripheral vision, she caught sight of a familiar figure stepping down from the car; Jiang Zhi's pupils dilated, and she turned and left the living room.

She took the elevator to the first floor, ran to the gate of the Yu family villa, the copper door tightly shut— that figure had already vanished without a trace.

Unable to enter through the main gate, she could only……

777 watched its host scramble up the wall like a monkey and leap into the courtyard, unable to help but break into a sweat for her.

It hesitated and said, "Host, I have something I want to tell you."

Jiang Zhi had no time to listen: "Let's talk later."

777 burst into tears; by later it would be too late.

Jiang Zhi used her superb infiltration skills to evade the patrol guards' sight and reach the villa's backyard.

She propped her chin on her hand and asked, "Where is he?"

777 replied: "The study."

Jiang Zhi curled her lips into a smile, took out two talismans, stuck them under her feet, stepped on the wall, and easily climbed up.

By the time she reached the study, she carefully pushed open the window; the interior light was dim, her vision blurred, and she couldn't see a trace of a figure.

Jiang Zhi made no sound, silently entering the study.

Just as she was about to rise and survey her surroundings, a cold, dangerous voice came from above.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Zhi blurted out, "I'm your father."

The code matched; Little Yama, you should recognize me now!

【Villain Yu Beihan's favorability -50, total -50 points.】

It was hard enough to raise the favorability, but now it's back to zero— but you damn Yu Beihan, do you even remember the code!?