Chapter 309: Chapter 309

Lin Jiayi ran out and saw Wan Chu’er passing by a blond foreigner, who was holding a red scarf in his hand, looking perplexed.

She wanted to catch up with Wan Chu’er, but Wan Chu’er walked too fast, and even after calling her twice, she didn’t look back.

After noticing the watch on the man’s wrist, Lin Jiayi’s gaze became fixed for a moment. She walked over and said, "Excuse me, sir?"

The foreigner turned his head, his eyes brightened, and he said with a smile, "Hello, beautiful lady." His Mandarin was quite good.

Feeling more certain, Lin Jiayi’s eyes inadvertently glanced again at the watch on his wrist, and with a smile curling at her lips, she said:

"Your Chinese is not bad, but the scarf you have there seems to belong to my friend." Then she pointed in the direction Wan Chu’er had gone.

After saying this, Lin Jiayi playfully blinked an eye, quite charming, and sure enough, the foreigner laughed.

He reached out his hand, saying, "Hi, hello, my name is Simon. This scarf indeed belongs to the girl that just passed by."

"Hello, I am Lin Jiayi, that girl is my good friend." Lin Jiayi shook hands with Simon, then gently let go.

Simon’s smile grew even more brilliant.

The two quickly struck up a warm conversation.

After Wan Chu returned to Jiang Kechu’s side, she looked down and noticed her scarf was missing. She frowned and thought about it, realizing certainly that the scarf must have been lost when she bumped into the person reeking of perfume a moment ago.

She felt a bit troubled. The scarf was a gift from Jiang Kechu, and to lose it after wearing it for just a little while was a real pity.

But going back to retrieve it, she thought about the unbearable scent, and backed down. She didn’t like her personal items to be tainted with someone else’s scent, especially one she didn’t like.

Jiang Kechu asked, "What’s wrong?"

So Wan Chu explained the situation with the scarf and left the decision up to Jiang Kechu.

Jiang Kechu said, "Let’s retrace our steps and look for it. Maybe the scarf is lying on the ground waiting for you to pick it up."

So, the two of them got up and headed back to the place they had just been. From afar, they saw Lin Jiayi having a good time talking to a tall blond foreigner, and Lin Jiayi was holding her scarf.

Wan Chu immediately pulled Jiang Kechu to turn around.

"I’m sorry, but I don’t want that scarf anymore."

Jiang Kechu gently touched her head, comforting her, "I also don’t want to see you wear that scarf anymore. Don’t be sad. After dinner, I’ll buy you two more." Then he changed the subject and asked, "Did you just run into Lin Jiayi?"

"Yeah, Lin Jiayi seemed to have known I would be here. She just stopped me and begged me not to let her marry Zhu Er." Wan Chu thought of the foreigner’s face just now, and sneered, her lips showing a hint of mockery.

Fate is truly a strange thing. If she didn’t mistake, that foreigner was Lin Jiayi’s husband from her past life.

Seeing the affectionate look on Lin Jiayi’s face just now, Wan Chu felt that the foreigner would still not escape Lin Jiayi’s palm in this life.

Jiang Kechu said, "Don’t bother with her. If she bothers you again in the future, just refer her to me."

Wan Chu looked up at Jiang Kechu. Their beginnings were different, but they would still become husband and wife.

"Don’t worry, I can handle getting rid of Lin Jiayi."

Jiang Kechu didn’t say much more, and the two returned to the place where they were eating.

When ordering, Jiang Kechu chose all of Chuchu’s favorites, making her feel even more blissful.

After eating about eighty percent full, Wan Chu’er put down her chopsticks, picked up her cup, and slowly took a sip of water.

She still harbored doubts about Wan Shiguo’s cause of death, even though the old man had told her with certainty that there was no such absurdity, but a question mark still lingered at the bottom of her heart.

Wan Shiguo was the untouchable scar in her heart. She remembered that when she was little, every time Wan Shiguo came home on vacation, he would lift her onto his neck and take her out to play, those were her happiest and most blissful moments.

In her previous life, she lived in a daze, thinking that Wan Shiguo really did sacrifice himself on a mission, but in this life, she discovered some out-of-the-ordinary things, and knew that Wan Shiguo’s sacrifice was not that simple.

As Wan Shiguo’s only blood relative, she couldn’t pretend that nothing had happened.

Since she couldn’t get help from the old man, she didn’t blame him, and decided to continue looking for other ways.

Jiang Kechu noticed Wan Chu’er’s solemn expression and felt a slight sank in his heart. Could it be that Lin Jiayi had upset her just now?

"What’s wrong? Your face is so taut. Are you still upset about the scarf from earlier? If you really can’t let it go, I’ll get it back for you."

Wan Chu’er shook her head but instead looked deeply at Jiang Kechu and slowly said, "I ran into an old classmate when I went back home this time and heard some rather unpleasant news."

Jiang Kechu raised his eyebrows, "Oh? What news? Let’s hear it."

Wan Chu’er was about to speak but suddenly changed her question to, "Uncle Jiang, would you deceive me?"

Jiang Kechu paused, put away his nonchalance, and spiritedly smiled, "I only wish for you to live a happy and blissful life."

Wan Chu’er sighed softly in her heart and said, "Someone told me that my father was sent off as a living sacrifice, not lost on a mission. Do you know about this?"

She stared intently at Jiang Kechu, looking for any trace of a slip.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t a single flaw in Jiang Kechu’s reaction. Upon hearing her words, his pupils slightly dilated, and his incredulous expression turned into one of mockery.

"You should give that person a good thrashing," said Jiang Kechu.

Wan Chu’er immediately followed up, "Then do you know the inside story of my father’s sacrifice?"

Jiang Kechu remained motionless as he looked at her, their gazes locked, "I don’t know. Your father’s sacrifice involves state secrets, and I’m not cleared to know."

Wan Chu’er suddenly relaxed her tense nerves and scoffed, "You all use the term ’state secrets’ to brush me off, not telling me anything. Alright then, I won’t ask about the secrets, nor the mission. I just want to know, did my father sacrifice himself domestically or abroad? Was he killed by the enemy, or betrayed by his own people?

These don’t involve state secrets. I should be able to know this much at least, shouldn’t I?"

Jiang Kechu reached out and grabbed Wan Chu’er’s hand, his voice grave, "Stay calm, Chuchu."

Wan Chu’er quieted down again, her eyes filled with deep hatred as she looked at Jiang Kechu, waiting for his response.

Jiang Kechu said, "You shouldn’t have so many doubts. Your father definitely sacrificed himself for the country. He is a martyr, without a doubt."

Wan Chu’er laughed again, her gaze shifting elsewhere, "There are many who sacrificed themselves for the country, so many martyrs. Do you really visit and care for them year after year, decade after decade? Even agree so readily to marriages!"

Even if it wasn’t a living sacrifice, there certainly had to be other hidden truths.

Seeing how agitated Wan Chu’er was, Jiang Kechu slowly uttered two words, "Country K."