Chapter 133 You Will Marry Me Today (27)

After not sleeping for a whole night, Wen Chan was indeed feeling a little tired.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed, with my hands behind my head, thinking about things in a daze.

She could find explanations for other aspects, but the matter of the two Yang Mianmian was something she couldn’t understand.

If they were in a dream the whole time, then it is very clear now that this dream belongs to the “player” Yang Mianmian, so what about the “ghost” Yang Mianmian?

The relationship between the two does not seem to be good, and they don’t even communicate much.

At the beginning, Wen Chan had some ideas about the two of them and thought that the “ghost” Yang Mianmian might seek revenge cooperation with the “player” Yang Mianmian.

Now it appears that this idea has been overturned.

Many things seem clear but are actually confusing.

As he was thinking, Wen Chan fell asleep peacefully.

She didn’t know how long it had been before she noticed a burning gaze that was hard for her to ignore.

Youyou opened her eyes and tilted her head to glance at the bedside.

The one who looked at him like that was not Jingshui.

But the person she thought of before going to bed was Yang Mianmian.

“Did you kill them all?”

Yang Mianmian asked, her eyes were frighteningly bright and her expression was crazy, “Why would you want to do such a thing? They didn’t do anything to you, did they?”

“But since you’ve already killed him, won’t your conscience hurt?”

“You’re sleeping so soundly, so it shouldn’t hurt. I envy you so much. You can do whatever you want.”

“Did you kill them just for the other Yang Mianmian? What a pity, she doesn’t seem to appreciate it.”

“How about you give me a hand, too? I’ll definitely appreciate it.”

The moment she saw Wen Chan open her eyes, she started chattering non-stop and talking a lot to herself.

Wen Chan silently withdrew his gaze from her, with a look of despair on his face.

“Say something, why do you only help her and not me? Aren’t we all Yang Mianmian?” Yang Mianmian was still urging Wen Chan.

“Just because she looks more like a living person, do you trust her more?”

“What is the relationship between you and her?” Wen Chan suddenly interrupted her.

Success shut her up.

Yang Mianmian was squatting beside the bed, her expression originally excited. After all, Wen Chan had taken care of all those disgusting men in the village overnight, and the rest of the people in the village were still crying.

That’s a blast!

So many people, one night…

She had wanted to do this for more than one day, but unfortunately she didn’t have the ability.

Even if there was, she couldn’t leave this well temple.

Now that her great revenge had been taken so quietly, her favorability towards Wen Chan skyrocketed. However, she felt a little uncomfortable when she thought that Wen Chan did this for another Yang Mianmian.

Being asked this kind of question again, Yang Mianmian remained silent, and the rest of what she wanted to say was not a good thing.

Wen Chan grabbed the quilt and covered herself with it, then turned over with her back facing her, “Look, you don’t even want to tell me your true identity, why should I believe you? Why should I help you?”

“I am Yang Mianmian, who else could I be?” Yang Mianmian curled the corner of her mouth, feeling a little speechless.

I never thought that one day I would have to prove my identity.

“…” Wen Chan didn’t respond, still with his back facing her, almost snoring.

“I really am Yang Mianmian! How can it be fake if I’m dead!”

She ignored him, so Yang Mianmian stood up anxiously and stretched out her hand to pry Wen Chan’s shoulders, “Look at me! Eyes are the windows to the human soul. If you look each other in the eye and talk, you will never lie! People who lie will have their eyeballs fall out!”

Wen Chanzhen was turned over by her and looked at her, “You are Yang Mianmian, who is the one next to you?”

“How should I know? It’s a counterfeit product.” Yang Mianmian rolled her eyes.

Wen Chan raised her eyebrows, “But you are not surprised by her existence?”

Yang Mianmian asked, “Would you be surprised by a fool with no ability?”

She was unwilling to even look at anyone who posed no threat to her.

Wen Chan: “…” It’s hard to tell what I’m feeling right now. “Then tell me, what do you want me to do for you?”

She sat up from the bed, squinted her eyes and looked through the slightly opened door.

The sun was still shining brightly outside, and it looked like she hadn’t slept for long.

“Wait, you can come out during the day?”

She suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

Yang Mianmian asked curiously, “Why can’t I come out? I just feel that there is no atmosphere during the day and I don’t want to go out.”

Which is scarier, being scary during the day or being scary at night? No need to explain, right?
Wen Chan: “…”

She subconsciously raised her hand and touched her belly. Why couldn’t this thing come out during the day?

When he touched it, his face changed slightly.

She no longer felt Jingshui’s presence!

The child, her child!
Nonsence!

Boyfriend, where is her boyfriend!

“Help me find my son. When we are reunited, I will tell you a secret.” Yang Mianmian said mysteriously.

Wen Chan moved her gaze from her belly to Yang Mianmian’s face, with an expression that said, “Are you kidding me?”

She didn’t shy away from the fact that she had been pregnant, but the other Yang Mianmian didn’t want to talk about it.

Wen Chan asked: “If I remember correctly, you committed suicide right after you got pregnant? How can you find the baby when it’s not even formed? Are you so sure it’s a son?”

This inevitably reminded her of Jingshui’s face.

“He’s here, I can feel it!” Yang Mianmian’s face flushed with excitement, “He must be here. We are connected by heart, so there will be no mistake.”

“…”

This is difficult to handle.

It is likely that Jingshui absorbed someone else’s child, causing his body to be contaminated with the child’s scent, making Yang Mianmian feel that her child is still alive.

Even if it’s alive…it’s just a placenta.

“I can’t find it.”

Wen Chan refused.

We can’t just leave Jingshui to her, can we?

It’s not impossible for them to exchange gifts in order to trick her into revealing her secret, but the problem is that they can’t see each other.

It’s useless to pay.

So this question has no solution.

Yang Mianmian’s expression changed again and again, from the initial excitement to a little contempt, “Why can’t it be my turn? You really like the other Yang Mianmian more.”

“I just can’t understand why you are looking for a piece of unformed meat.” Wen Chan’s straightforwardness was uncomfortable.

As for feelings, there is definitely none.

If that were the case, Yang Mianmian would not have committed suicide after realizing she was pregnant.

unless……

What she was looking for was not her son, but Jingshui.

This is even harder to find.

Who knows what she wants to do?
“…”

Yang Mianmian stared at Wen Chan, not sure whether she was angry at her for saying that about her son, or angry at Wen Chan for not wanting to help her.

Seeing that Wen Chan was determined not to help, Yang Mianmian snorted coldly, stood up and left without stopping.

“Yang Mianmian, do you remember how you came to the village?”

Wen Chan suddenly asked this question to her back.

“I remember you asked a similar question before. I was born and raised in this village, how else could I have come about? I was born by someone!” Yang Mianmian slammed the door and left without looking back.

Not only do you not help her, but you also keep asking her such stupid questions. You are sick!