Vixen Above, Mensao Below (46)

"Damn it!"

Ye Minzhe threw himself down the base of the tree and leaned against the trunk, making sure he was directly below her. If she fell, he would be able to catch her.

"Then talk!" He shouted, irritated inside his heart.

Doing so many things for that old man, did she like him that much? What did that teacher have that he didn't have?

Ye Minzhe hammered his chest again, covering the emotional hurt with physical pain. He didn't think his heart pumped blood anymore, but acid. Otherwise, why would it hurt so much?

Song Jia's voice was soft.

"Ye Minzhe, don't kill Teacher Gu."

Ye Minzhe saw red again. "No! I'll definitely kill him!"

When he first saw the video, a mixed feeling of betrayal and jealousy grabbed all of his reason. He had grabbed Ding Xiuxiu by the collar and violently shook her, demanding to know the person who edited this fake video. However, Ye Minzhe couldn't lie to himself for too long.

With how sticky he was to Ye Jia, he had long memorized how her body and face looked like. Even if he became blind, her features would still be clear in his mind. What was fake and what was real, he knew it more than anyone. Therefore, he knew that the video was real, and that was even more unbearable to him.

He would definitely kill that old teacher, and tear him from limb to limb!

"..."

Song Jia fell silent.

Song Jia knew it was actually easy to comfort Ye Minzhe. Just respond to his affections, tell him that she would marry him, and never meet with Gu Yuan again. Tell him of their bright future together, he would definitely be very happy.

Just say, "I love you too," and he would forget everything else. But, Song Jia couldn't force herself to say it.

She had enough of letting them down, of lying that she would stay. She couldn't give him a happy future, because she would definitely leave. Maybe Ye Jia would still be able to make Ye Minzhe happy, but it would not be her, Song Jia.

Song Jia didn't want to say such irresponsible words, while she was still inside the body of the original host. This was the lesson she had learned from her past transmigrations. She needed to distinguish herself from the original host.

'Marrying,' 'falling in love,' 'staying together,' were promises that she would never say again. If Ye Minzhe still wanted to marry Ye Jia in the future, then it should be the original host that should respond to him.

Right now, Ye Minzhe was asking her, the transmigrator inside the original host.

And Song Jia could only refuse him, because those things were something she wouldn't even dare think about.

She would leave soon, everything in this mission was temporary. There were lines she wouldn't cross, rules that shouldn't be broken. Not only to protect herself, but to protect the people around her too.

"Ye Minzhe, that only happened because I was drunk. I don't even remember most of what happened."

"Then that means you remember some of it! Ye Jia, are those memories really that precious? You can't even forget it!" Ye Minzhe used his fist to hit the ground.

Song Jia's chest was feeling stuffy. She let out a cough and said, "No, no, I forgot everything. Look, it was an accident. An accident that would never happen again."

Like she was pacifying a wild animal, her voice was soft and tender. Ye Minzhe's heart moved, but then he thought of her using the same voice towards Gu Yuan. Maybe her tone was even sweeter towards him?!

"I'll definitely kill that old bastard!"

Song Jia's fingers trembled. Her face was already coated with cold sweat. Despite the make-up she applied, she still looked sickly. Her consciousness was weaving in and out, accompanied by black spots.

Using the last of her strength, she said, "Ye Minzhe, if you kill him, then I'll remember him forever out of guilt. If he's alive, I'll forget him soon enough. But death will make him become a permanent scar, and you wouldn't be able to compete with a ghost."

Bang!

Ye Minzhe punched the ground again, this time with more force that he badly mutilated his hand. There were still shards from the vase digging into his palm, causing blood to trickle out from his tightly clenched fist.

"Remember him forever?" The words were barely squeezed out of his throat. "Ye Jia, admit it, you like him so much that you're threatening me with this."

Intense jealousy filled Ye Minzhe's expression. Knowing that she made love with another man, he had the urge to wash her again and again, until he was sure that there were no longer any traces of another man on her. If he could also clean her internal organs, he would.

How many times did they do it? How sweetly did she call out his name? What was their posture when doing it?

Ye Minzhe curled up, the hand that was grabbing his chest already wrinkling his shirt beyond recognition. He felt as if he had been hollowed out. He couldn't stop this flood of painful thoughts.

Even though these questions were like a blunt knife in his hands, he couldn't help but stab it again and again into his chest, until it dug out his heart that was giving him severe pain.

He really wanted to kill Gu Yuan.

Other people touching what was his, they shouldn't be left alive.

If he didn't kill Gu Yuan, he would forever be left unreconciled and uneasy. What if Jia came back to him, what if Jia left him for that man?

He needed to kill him.

But...Jia was also right.

If he killed Gu Yuan, she would never be able to forget him.

Death makes a martyr of all people, no matter how scum they were when they were still living. If he killed Gu Yuan, not only would Ye Jia not forget the old bastard, it would also create a barrier between them.

"Jia, you're really smart." Ye Minzhe's voice was forlorn, with a tinge of vulnerability. "Since you said it like this, even if I want to, I can't do anything."

Song Jia could barely think through her dizziness. Her fingers loosened their grip, and just before she fell into complete darkness, she told him, "Ye Minzhe, it wasn't me. I don't love him."

Ye Jia loved him, not her.

It wasn't me, but Ye Jia.

That was the only promise that she could give him.

She slid off the tree, falling sideways. Her hair scattered, fluttering in the air. A warm embrace caught her, a strong arm holding her waist.

She could hear someone calling her name with a panicked voice, but Song Jia was too deep in the darkness. She felt that the one holding her wasn't going to hurt her, so she completely let go of her worries and succumbed into unconsciousness.

"Jia!"