latelenovela Chapter 243 Where else could she possibly look for him?
Chapter 243 Where else could she possibly look for him?
Actually, it wasn't just the letters to his cousin; since his debut, many of Zhang Chengkai's writings have been ghostwritten by Wenwen.
For example, fan messages, handwritten letters to fans posted on Weibo, and even autographed photos and albums sometimes given out as fan perks—the signatures on those were all ghostwritten by Wenwen.
[Wenwen even specially imitated Zhang Chengkai's handwriting, and it's almost identical to his; outsiders can't tell the difference at all.]
Pei Jiyue and An Ling both thought of Wenwen's enigmatic smile before she was finally taken away yesterday.
[It turns out she really was mocking herself, mocking herself for being the one who corresponded with her cousin, knew her inner thoughts, and had so many conversations with her, yet she was still blinded by jealousy and fear of abandonment, choosing to believe Zhang Chengkai's lies.]
Pei Jiyue felt utterly absurd and somewhat exhausted, and for a moment she didn't know how to evaluate Wenwen, so she remained silent for a long time.
Zhao Muzhou thought Pei Jiyue didn't believe him.
“I know you may not believe what I’m saying, and I don’t have any direct evidence to prove it, but I swear that what I’m saying is true.”
“No, I believe you,” Pei Jiyue said slowly. “Thank you for telling me all this, and thank you for choosing to reply to me back then. That letter really gave me a lot of strength. If you need any help, I…”
“No, I’m telling you this not to get anything from you,” Zhao Muzhou added somewhat flusteredly. “I really don’t mean anything by saying this. I just think you should know the truth, so please don’t misunderstand.”
"I've said everything I wanted to say, so I'll be going now. Goodbye, Jiyue."
After Zhao Muzhou finished speaking, he took one last look at Pei Jiyue and then hurriedly left the reception room.
He actually held back and didn't say anything.
Actually, besides worrying about his fans, he also had some personal reasons for replying to the letter; he did have feelings for his cousin.
However, he also knows that he's not in a good position for a relationship right now, and based on his cousin's behavior during the Zhang Chengkai incident, he's realized that she's currently only focused on her career, so there's no possibility for them to be together.
Pei Jiyue watched Zhao Muzhou's departing figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
It can only be said that Zhao Muzhou's choice was correct. She really couldn't possibly reciprocate his feelings at all; on the contrary, it would only make their relationship awkward. Now, this way, they can greet each other naturally when they meet in the future.
……
Anyway, this matter has come to an end. Although the online discussion will definitely continue for a while, it has nothing to do with the An and Pei families anymore.
In a few days, it will be time for the An family to return to Haicheng, so after leaving the Pei Group building, An Ling did not wander around but went straight back to the Pei family, planning to stay at home and keep her grandmother company for the next few days.
The weather was nice the next day. After lunch, Anling was going to take a walk and chat with her grandmother in the garden. Later, her grandmother went to take a nap, so Anling sat on the swing and closed her eyes to bask in the sun for a while.
Suddenly, everything went dark. An Ling opened her eyes and saw Pei Chuyao.
"Auntie? You're here to sunbathe too? Come on, sit down for a while."
Pei Chuyao sat down next to An Ling, and the swing swayed for a while because of her movements, making a creaking sound.
After the sound gradually faded away, Pei Chuyao casually brought up the past.
"I suddenly remembered that you loved swinging when you were little. The first time Qinghui came to our house, I sent her to push the swing for you."
This should have been a beautiful memory, but An Ling knew that for Pei Chuyao now, everything related to Wei Qinghui could only be considered a sad past, because the person in that memory was still missing and his fate was unknown.
An Ling didn't know how to comfort Pei Chuyao, so she could only whisper:
"Auntie, you miss Uncle Wei a lot, don't you?"
Pei Chuyao nodded gently. Even though ten years had passed, her voice still carried an indelible sadness when she mentioned Wei Qinghui.
"think."
"Xiaoling, you probably can't understand."
“Even my mother and brother always advised me to let go of him, and even hoped that I could move on from the past as soon as possible and find new happiness.”
"But I can't do it. Some things seem to be beyond my control. All the memories related to Qinghui are already in my mind. I can't forget them or let them go."
For Pei Chuyao, those memories were like icing mixed with shards of glass. Although they were happy in the scenes, recalling them now only intensified her pain, making her smile unconsciously while simultaneously shedding tears.
“Xiao Ling,” Pei Chuyao’s voice trembled slightly, yet it carried a hint of nervousness and anticipation, “Do you still remember what your Uncle Wei looks like?”
During this time, Pei Chuyao gained some understanding of An Ling's mysterious ability.
It seems that Anling only needs to know a person's name and appearance to know a lot of information about that person.
Knowing all this, Pei Chuyao couldn't stop thinking about it.
Perhaps...
Perhaps if An Ling knew what Wei Qinghui looked like, and then did some research, she could find out where he was now?
She really had no other choice.
Ten years have passed. We've tried every possible method and searched every possible place.
There hasn't been a single word from them.
With such a promising solution right in front of her, how could she not want to give it a try?
An Ling was unaware of Pei Chuyao's intentions and simply answered truthfully:
"I can't remember myself, but Auntie, isn't your WeChat Moments background a photo of you and Uncle Wei?"
An Ling's words gave Pei Chuyao a glimmer of hope, but she didn't know how to ask An Ling to check Wei Qinghui's information.
As she pondered, An Ling sighed deeply in her heart.
【well. 】
If only I could help my aunt find out where Uncle Wei is.
[But I tried it right after I got the character lookup tool, and it didn't work...]
We can't find anything...
Knowing the name and appearance isn't enough; you also have to have seen them in person within the last six months. What a lousy search engine!
Pei Chuyao's newly ignited hope was instantly extinguished. The winter sun bathed her in its warmth, but it felt as if it were covering her with frost and snow, its icy chill penetrating her very heart.
Pei Chuyao couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Even the last hope has vanished...
Where else could she possibly look for him?
One decade is already gone, are we going to have a second, or a third?
Was she destined to never receive any news from Wei Qinghui for the rest of her life?
"Xiaoling, do you think I can still find him?"
Everyone else said he was definitely dead and there was no hope, but I just didn't believe it. I always felt that he was still somewhere in this world waiting for me to find him.
If even I give up, then no one will remember him at all.
“He has already been abandoned, I can’t let him be abandoned again.”