Chapter 1939: Chapter 1939: Mirror World (16)
The phone can contact your past self, but there are usage restrictions. It must be here, at the same time.
Time passes minute by minute, and when it hits 10 PM exactly, Yu Shi instantly opens WeChat and finds the profile picture from 2019.
Without sending a message, Yu Shi directly sends an audio clip.
"What is it?"
A somewhat impatient voice comes through from the other end, carrying the youthful tone of a young girl.
Yu Shi quickly says, "Listen to me, there’s been a little accident..."
Yu Shi describes what’s happened on this end to her past self.
"Are you saying someone else can contact the past like you do?"
Yu Shi: "I don’t know, which is why I need you to confirm it. This concerns our future!"
The other side remains silent for a while, then agrees.
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2019.
Cheng Mu comes home relatively late, habitually glancing toward the mirror. He quickly averts his gaze, but his peripheral vision catches the trash can, noticing something amiss.
Cheng Mu walks over, reaching into the trash can to dig around.
The paper with the numbered list is missing.
He hasn’t allowed the servants to clean up for the past few days. Everything else in the trash can is intact, so why is this one piece missing?
Cheng Mu immediately opens the surveillance.
He soon finds Qu An taking the paper in the footage.
Cheng Mu tightens his grip on the phone, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his face shrouded in gloom.
He clearly locked the door; how did Qu An get inside?
This is really something!
——Who made you angry?
Words appear on the mirror, Cheng Mu puts away his phone, regains composure, and says stiffly, "No one."
——Did Qu An cause trouble again?
Cheng Mu: "..."
How does she know? Did she see the surveillance footage just now? That’s not right, she was clearly avoiding the mirror.
——What did he do?
Staring at the words for a while, Cheng Mu speaks with disdain, "He entered my room."
——Trying to...
The word "do" gets erased.
——Do you want to deal with him?
What did she originally want to write? To do what? Cheng Mu suspiciously stares at the mirror, pulls out a chair, and sits down: "Do you have a way?"
——Do you want to?
Cheng Mu’s eyes darken. Qu An can’t beat him at all; if he wanted to fight him, it would be easy. But now he’s part of the Cheng Family... the one who’d get lectured in the end would be himself.
"Of course I want to." Cheng Mu purses his lips: "Can you help me?"
——Of course.
Cheng Mu raises his eyebrows slightly, expressing doubt.
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Qu An arrives home later than Cheng Mu; he sees Cheng Mu lingering at the door and lights up slightly, calling out with a smile, "Brother, you’re not asleep yet."
Cheng Mu doesn’t respond, continuing in his usual impatience: "Come with me."
Qu An hesitates but walks in with Cheng Mu without further questioning.
"Close the door."
Qu An’s expression subtly changes, and he closes the door.
"Brother, what’s the matter?"
"Did you take the paper?" Cheng Mu skips any nonsense, going straight to the point.
Qu An feigns ignorance, "What paper?"
Cheng Mu stretches out his hand, speaking coldly: "You know what paper I’m talking about, hand it over!"
"Brother, I don’t understand..."
Cheng Mu sneers, "Qu An, don’t force me to act. Hand it over; I know you took it! I can overlook you entering my room, but give me back my stuff!"
Qu An presses his lips, "Is that paper important to you, Brother?"
"Not important."
"If it’s not important, why does Brother want it back at all costs?"
"I don’t like you moving my stuff without permission!"
This reason isn’t incorrect; Cheng Mu has always been like this. Unless it’s essential cleaning, the servants can’t enter his room.
Qu An hesitated for a moment but eventually took out the paper: "I was just curious..."
Cheng Mu takes the paper back, casually slipping it into his pocket.
Qu An’s hand is left empty as he retracts it, a faint gloom in his eyes, "Who wrote this for Brother?"
He’d seen numerous handwriting, yet none matched.
"It’s none of your business." Cheng Mu narrows his eyes, crossing his arms as he observes Qu An, suddenly asking, "Qu An, do you like me?"
Qu An is taken aback, then laughs, "Of course, Brother, Uncle and Mom told me to get along with you well."
"You know that’s not what I meant."
The boy stands under the warm yellow light, enveloped in warmth, with calm eyes—not reflecting the previous impatience and aversion.
Qu An’s Adam’s apple moves slightly, "Then... Brother, what do you mean?"
"Do you like me?" The boy’s tone slightly deepens.
Qu An’s gaze briefly flashes with intensity, yet he gives a respectful answer, "Brother, I like you as I like my elder, I respect you."
"Brother, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go back..."
Cheng Mu draws a notebook from the side, "Qu An, do you need me to read the contents to you?"
Qu An quickly reaches for his bag, perhaps realizing his movements were too sudden, he retracts his hand slowly.
He maintains composure, "Brother, why not read it to me?"
Cheng Mu: "..."
Damn!
This bastard is so hard to deal with.
"Brother, good night."
Qu An smiles as he leaves the room, kindly closing the door behind him.
Looking upset, Cheng Mu throws aside the notebook he found with the same cover, "He won’t fall for it at all."
——Chase him.
Cheng Mu incredulous, "What did you say!?"
Is she crazy?
The handwriting quickly gets erased.
——Let him chase you.
"..." She must be insane.
Cheng Mu no longer wants to talk to Chuzheng, he feels this woman is just messing with him.
——Or drug him?
"Ha, can you give a useful suggestion?" What garbage advice.
——...
Chuzheng really wanted to help solve it directly, but she couldn’t! If she were there, there’d be no need for him to act. That weakling, she’d press him to death with a finger.
Dare to covet her card!
Damn it!
Bastard!
Furious!
——When he shows kindness, don’t resist so much, then follow my instructions.
"Seeing him disgusts me now."
——Do you want to be disgusted for a short time or forever?
"..."
Ultimately, Cheng Mu chooses to endure disgust for a short time, but it won’t be completed overnight, he’ll have to wait.
——One thing, don’t let him touch you.
"Damned if I’d let him touch me?" Cheng Mu says instinctively, then turns his gaze to the mirror, "Why are you involved here?"
——Trust me, it’s right.
"..."
Cheng Mu takes a deep breath, resisting the urge to smash the glass.
Who the hell are you!
Cheng Mu shifts his attention, "Is your issue resolved?"
Chuzheng: "Almost."
"How long can we maintain this contact?"
——Don’t know.
"Why can we communicate this way?" Why can she only see me?
——Don’t know.
"Don’t you think about it?" Isn’t this important? What if one day the contact stops? How can she be so relaxed!!
——Let nature take its course.
Cheng Mu: "..." Take its course, your ass.
Chuzheng remains unfazed. Anyway, you’re the card, King’s Account will figure it out.
[Yes, we can change dimensions.] Completely unfazed.jpg
Chuzheng: "..."
