Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin-Chapter 724: Going to Jiangling Together_1

Mentioning Su Molang, Ji Yunhuan thought of another thing Zhou Yixiu had told him. Ji Yunhuan said, "Zhou Yixiu also said Brother Long and the fake Su Molang are brothers."

"..." Qi Cheng’s gaze flickered.

Ji Yunhuan said, "I know you don’t want to believe that Su Molang is fake, but Qi Cheng, some things you can’t ignore."

Ji Yunhuan remembered the photos on his phone. "Give me my phone."

Qi Cheng went out for a while and brought back the phone. Ji Yunhuan unlocked it and showed him the saved photos inside. "Take a look at this."

Among them was Xu Qingyang, the fake Su Molang.

The two looked identical. Ji Yunhuan believed that Qi Cheng couldn’t fail to recognize him.

Qi Cheng glanced at the photo on the phone and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s this?"

Ji Yunhuan said, "This is a photo I found at Xu Qingyang’s house. Doesn’t he look exactly like Su Molang?"

Qi Cheng’s eyes deepened. "Not exactly."

Ji Yunhuan looked up at this man who lied with his eyes open. Qi Cheng lowered his head. After meeting her gaze, he added, "Except for the hairstyle and clothing, he looks exactly like the young A’Liang."

Ji Yunhuan had never seen the young Su Molang, only felt they were similar. But Qi Cheng had grown up with Su Molang and almost mistook this person for him.

If Qi Cheng hadn’t known Su Molang so well, he might have suspected that Su Molang was playing this role.

Ji Yunhuan pointed at the young man next to Xu Qingyang in the photo and said to Qi Cheng, "If I’m not mistaken, this person should be Xu Qingyang’s younger brother."

The brothers were about the same height and looked like twins, but they didn’t resemble each other.

It was truly ironic that Xu Qingyang didn’t look like his brother but looked exactly like Su Molang from miles away.

At the time of the photo, the Su Family should already have been abroad, and Su Molang should have been living overseas most of the time.

Qi Cheng stared at the somewhat melancholic young man. The photo had blurred with age.

Qi Cheng asked, "So, you think this young man is Brother Long?"

Ji Yunhuan didn’t respond. Qi Cheng stared at her, then realized Ji Yunhuan was lost in thought, staring at the photo...

He placed his hand on her shoulder. "What are you thinking about?"

Ji Yunhuan snapped out of it. "Although the photo is blurry, I have a feeling I’ve seen this person somewhere before."

"Seen before?" Qi Cheng glanced at Xu Longyan. He didn’t find anything familiar about him.

Ji Yunhuan looked at the photo, feeling that the answer was in her mind but veiled, making it impossible to recall where she had seen him.

She rubbed her head. "I’m close to remembering, but I can’t."

Qi Cheng didn’t want her to dwell on it. "It’s already late. Let’s sleep and think about it tomorrow."

Qi Cheng put the phone aside and took Ji Yunhuan to bed. This time, he planned to sleep with her.

Ji Yunhuan looked at Qi Cheng. "Do you believe Su Molang is fake now?"

"..." Qi Cheng said, "Even though they look alike, I’m not sure if the current Su Molang is this Xu Qingyang. It could be that the one who died was Xu Qingyang."

After all, he judged the current A’Liang not by appearance.

"But Zhou Yixiu being here is the best proof, isn’t it?" If the current Su Molang wasn’t Xu Qingyang, Zhou Yixiu wouldn’t need to come here and seize her clues.

"Yunhuan." Qi Cheng hugged her tightly. "Let’s not talk about this anymore, okay? I don’t want you to keep looking into this."

Ji Yunhuan was stunned by Qi Cheng’s words.

She quieted down in Qi Cheng’s arms.

How had she forgotten? Whether Su Molang was real or fake, no one pursued the truth anymore, not even Qi Cheng. He hoped Su Molang was real.

After all, compared to those speculations and possibilities, they only believed in what they saw with their own eyes.

Ji Yunhuan realized that even though Qi Cheng had come here, it didn’t mean he had figured things out. Up to this moment, he was still entangled in Su Molang’s matter. He appeared here just to save her effortlessly.

She didn’t want to discuss this anymore and knew he had no choice.

If one day, an identical Chenchen appeared before her, she would also be willing to believe that Chenchen was real.

People are like this, more often than not, they prefer to believe lies than accept the truth.

Such people are pitiful, but it also proves that they are just more sentimental.

Qi Cheng was a sentimental person. Su Molang had saved his life, and their brotherhood of over twenty years couldn’t be changed by a few words from her.

So, she stopped talking.

The unpleasant incident with Zhou Yixiu had just happened. She didn’t want to bring it up again.

Or rather, she shouldn’t have come here for Su Molang.

Although Qi Cheng didn’t scold her, he probably had his thoughts deep down, right?

Ji Yunhuan slept until the afternoon the next day, avoiding reality.

Qi Cheng took her to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast.

She sat at the table, watching him peel shrimp for her with those clean and beautiful hands, making her stare blankly.

He handed her the peeled shrimp. "Eat."

Ji Yunhuan said thank you and obediently accepted his kindness.

Because they were far away, it was clear he was trying hard not to bring up Su Molang.

If Ji Yunhuan kept entangling herself in this matter, it would only bring unhappiness.

They didn’t rush back. Qi Cheng stayed with her in the city for a few more days and even took a short trip to the tourist area.

A week later, after climbing the mountain, Ji Yunhuan sat on the hotel bed looking at Qi Cheng and said, "Qi Cheng, let’s go to Jiangling."

"Why go there?"

"It’s just that I haven’t seen it in so long, so I want to take a look. Ruirui was born there. I don’t know why, but even though life there wasn’t wealthy, it makes me miss it terribly."

"Sure!" The time in Jiangling was also something Qi Cheng cherished.

It was their poorest time, yet also their richest. At that time, they both knew that the other loved them, and although they were under great pressure, their feelings for each other were uncompromised.

For some reason, the more one has, the more one loses.

When they arrived in Jiangling, it was already night. Ji Yunhuan walked ahead and pushed open the villa door. Although they hadn’t lived there for a long time, it was still well-maintained. To Ji Yunhuan and Qi Cheng, it wasn’t just a house, but a memory—a warm memory that would always be cherished.

(Third update, only six thousand words today. There have been repeat Chapters due to uploading errors, but there won’t be double charges. Don’t worry. Sisi will be back tomorrow, and this won’t happen again. Please bear with us.)