Ji Yanzhi lowered his gaze slightly, piecing together the scattered clues in his mind as he thought.
He had read forty-odd chapters now, and the events recorded so far largely matched reality. Apart from some melodramatic descriptions, such as his gaze turning cold yet burning whenever he saw Ji Ting and Ling Xi together, or some suppressed fury churning in his chest. Utterly laughable.
If seeing those two together made him feel anything, it was mild irony at most. He had long since realized that affection accounted for barely twenty percent of why Ling Xi was with Ji Ting. The remaining eighty percent was nothing more than a desire to keep enjoying the Ji Family's protection.
Yet Ji Ting, like an idiot, believed their love was mutual and treasured Ling Xi as much as his own eyes.
As for the part about Lu Yanchu, all he had known before was that Ling Xi had saved him, but the details matched what Ji Ear had described in his thoughts.
For example, the man making a phone call on the third-floor balcony was the witness. He was also the one who watched Lu Yanchu struggle out of the alley and called an ambulance himself.
If this part of the plot had happened in reality too, just like everything before it, then this novel...
Ji Yanzhi set his thoughts aside for the moment, desperate to find answers in the rest of the story.
Just as he had heard in those thoughts, the first person Lu Yanchu saw when he woke was Ling Xi. And the reason Ling Xi had appeared at that hospital was that his uncle had been beaten over gambling debts and, incredibly, was staying in the same ward as Lu Yanchu.
One believed the person before him was his savior,