Having realized this, Bai Ye raised a fist to his lips and gave a dry cough, forcing on a solemn expression as he looked straight at Lin Youchu.
"Lin Youchu, don't be afraid."
"Actually... I'm the Mr. Q who has been supporting you all this time. My real name is Bai Ye!"
To completely shatter this little white flower's psychological defenses and gain her unconditional trust, Bai Ye unhesitatingly revealed absolute secrets known only to the people involved.
"Do you remember two years ago, when you wrote to tell me that your grandmother had coughed up blood and been hospitalized back home in Sichuan, urgently needing fifty thousand yuan for surgery?"
"And when you resumed your studies, the gratified look in your teacher's eyes..."
Bai Ye spoke with utter certainty, a fanatical gleam of inevitable victory flashing in his eyes.
After all, only he and Lin Youchu knew the true contents of those letters in this world!
As long as he revealed these ironclad details, this pure little white flower would surely believe him completely, right?
Yet reality once again slapped this transmigrator hard across the face.
Upon hearing Bai Ye's words—and hearing him accurately recount the private contents of letters that only Mr. Q should have known—shock and bewilderment did indeed flash through Lin Youchu's eyes.
But what followed was not a tearful, grateful leap into his arms. Instead, she became even more wary and frightened, as though guarding against a thief.
Her lips remained tightly sealed as she said nothing, while her body shrank closer toward Jiang Che again as if electrocuted.
Her trembling shoulder pressed firmly against Jiang Che's arm, as though only the warmth from his body could give her even the slightest sense of security.
The reason Lin Youchu adopted such a completely opposite defensive