noffsinger Chapter 151 Marriage Partner
Chapter 151 Marriage Partner
"Are you trying to kill me?"
When the assistant heard Yan Xun's words, his first reaction was that he was joking, but when he saw Yan Xun's expression, the assistant knew that he was serious.
"How could that be?" That was the assistant's first thought.
But in an instant, he felt that it wasn't impossible.
He harbored a deep loathing for the company and for Song Baiyuan. As for Yan Xun, if it weren't for Yan Xun, Song Baiyuan probably wouldn't have even bothered with Jia Ye.
If only Yan Xun were dead.
The assistant had this thought pop into his head in an instant.
This thought was incredibly tyrannical, filled with naked bloodlust, and should not have been his idea.
The assistant instinctively wanted to dodge, but quickly gave up... He looked at Yan Xun and said, "Yes."
"I wanted to kill you."
"If only you weren't here."
The assistant said.
He looked at Yan Xun, waiting for Yan Xun's reaction.
In his mind, Yan Xun would be angry, or scold him, or complain to his uncle—there would be no way he would have no reaction at all.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xun simply looked at him and asked, "And what about you now?"
"Do you want to kill me now?"
The assistant looked at Yan Xun with some confusion, not understanding why the other party could talk to him about this so calmly.
As the elevator arrived, the doors opened, and Yan Xun stepped out. His assistant was still inside. Yan Xun turned to look at him and said, "Come here."
The assistant felt he didn't need to listen to Yan Xun. He should close the elevator doors now and tell his colleagues that Song Baiyuan seemed to have discovered something, and that they should quickly come up with a solution.
In the end, however, he still left the sedan chair while still in Yan Xun's sight.
"No."
The assistant, standing next to Yan Xun, said, "I don't want to kill you right now."
He was simply bewitched by something for a moment... Thinking about it carefully, Yan Xun knew nothing beforehand and hadn't sought revenge on him.
……
Yan Xun watched the changes in his assistant's expression, and the murderous intent that suddenly rose in the assistant's eyes inside the sedan chair.
He knew that the first person to kill him after entering the instance would most likely be Song Baiyuan's assistant.
Logically, everyone's timeline should have been refreshed the moment I rolled back and entered the dungeon, so why did the assistant choose to kill me?
Could it be that it has been bewitched by something?
However, after the next timeline restarts, the assistant forgets his thoughts from the previous timeline and encounters an accident, failing to arrive at the recording site.
I wonder if Lou Yanchuan existed in the timeline where I was killed.
Yan Xun arrived at Song Baiyuan's home with his assistant.
The other party's home was very clean and tidy, with almost no signs of life. Yan Xun casually sat on the sofa and gestured for his assistant to sit opposite him.
"Have you met my aunt?" Yan Xun suddenly asked.
The assistant, not understanding why he was asking such an irrelevant question, became somewhat impatient and replied, "No."
"If that's all you wanted to ask..."
"I've never seen it either."
Yan Xun suddenly said.
"My uncle cares about me so much, why hasn't he introduced me to his wife?"
The assistant instinctively wanted to say, "How old is your uncle? Does he have to report everything to you?"
But then I suddenly felt something was wrong—
Given the relationship between Song Baiyuan and Yan Xun, it would be unusual for them not to report or introduce each other.
He suddenly frowned and began to think about Song Baiyuan's marriage.
"He only took the morning off that day, and when he came back in the afternoon, he told me that he got married." The assistant still remembered his stunned expression at the time, and then watched as Song Baiyuan told Yan Xun the news.
"You've never seen it either?"
Yan Xun thought for a moment, then shook his head—
There was no trace of another person living in Song Baiyuan's home. He claimed to have gotten married, but the furnishings in the house were those of a bachelor. There were no photos of them together, the wardrobe was full of men's clothing, and there were no items left by a woman in the bathroom.
Based on how clingy Song Baiyuan described his wife in the message, it shouldn't be like this.
The two have already registered their marriage, but they are living apart for a long time?
Not only are they separated, but there is no trace of a woman in Song Baiyuan’s home, not even a photo of them together.
"Could it be that the other person is of the same sex..." The assistant swallowed his words.
Because he remembered that Song Baiyuan had said that he had gone to get his marriage certificate, and that same-sex couples probably couldn't get marriage certificates yet.
"Do you remember when he got his marriage certificate?" Yan Xun asked.
The assistant was a little puzzled as to why Yan Xun didn't remember, but he just assumed that Yan Xun had a bad memory. As his assistant, he could certainly remember all these big and small things. "About half a year ago."
"Not long."
"Many people in the industry know that he got married."
Well, anyway, He Jinqiu and the others already know, Yan Xun thought.
So many people know about it, yet there's not a single revelation online. Not even Song Baiyuan's assistant or nephew has ever met his legally married wife—in the ordinary entertainment industry, Yan Xun would assume that Song Baiyuan values his privacy.
But clearly, this world possesses supernatural powers...
Yan Xun now only suspects his aunt's identity.
……
Song Baiyuan didn't understand why Yan Xun wanted to see his wedding photo.
"No." Song Baiyuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. "I didn't have time to take a picture at the time."
"You want to see the marriage certificate?" Song Baiyuan was even more confused about Yan Xun's idea.
However, Yan Xun on the other side persisted, insisting on seeing Song Baiyuan's marriage certificate, saying that Song Baiyuan had been married for so long, and he had never even seen his wife, so did he not treat him as his nephew anymore?
Song Baiyuan was most afraid of Yan Xun saying such things.
He vaguely remembered that his marriage certificate was in the second drawer of the study, so he talked to Yan Xun about it.
Yan Xun asked him on the other end of the phone—
When did you two meet?
"When did we meet?" Song Baiyuan wondered.
When did they meet?
Song Baiyuan thought for a moment. It seemed like it was a year ago? No, it seemed like it was even longer ago. They were college classmates.
No, they weren't college classmates; it seems they met at some party.
Hmm... it doesn't seem like a party?
Song Baiyuan suddenly realized that he couldn't remember when he and his wife had met.
He subconsciously felt that they should be college classmates, but in fact, he had lost contact with all his classmates.
He hates parties, especially since he's preoccupied with his nephew's problems and has no time to meet new girlfriends.
Thinking of this, Song Baiyuan suddenly felt uneasy.
Why would he suddenly marry someone, and why does he have absolutely no recollection of this person?
Does this person really exist?