Chapter 110: Return Home
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The neighboring room’s door was still in the state of being left unlocked from earlier. An Bu could see strands of death energy weaving through the cracks. The man’s death was getting closer, and three minutes ago, An Bu’s gaze, piercing through the death energy, foresaw his death process.
In the pitch-black room, a young couple lay on the bed, emitting steady breathing sounds. In the next second, the woman, who was sound asleep, suddenly opened her eyes. Her gaze became dim and lifeless, her expression vacant. Then, like a puppet on strings, she sat up, walked unsteadily around the room for a while, and finally returned to the bedside. Suddenly, she grabbed a chair and violently smashed it onto the man in the bed. Once, twice, thrice… until the man’s head was smashed into a bloody mess.
As awareness returned, the scene disappeared without a trace. An Bu recalled the woman’s appearance; she seemed to be sleepwalking?
Without wasting time, An Bu gently pushed open the neighboring door. She saw that the woman had already “awakened” and was walking around the room. An Bu walked over, grabbed the woman’s arm, stuffed her into the bathroom, closed the door, and then quickly left the room. An Bu chose not to wake her up mainly because it would be challenging to explain why she was in their room. A wrong move could lead to misunderstandings.
As soon as she closed the door, she heard the banging sounds from inside.
“Karen? What are you doing?” the man asked in a daze.
The banging continued, and the man realized something was wrong. Following the noise, he arrived at the bathroom door. Just as he opened it, his head was hit by a bottle.
“Karen!” The man rushed over, holding the frenzied woman.
“Ah ah ah ah…” The woman struggled, emitting piercing screams.
“Sh*t! What’s happening in the next room?”
“It’s so annoying! Can’t people let others sleep?”
“If they don’t stop, I’ll call the police!”
Various curses from other rooms filled the air.
An Bu returned to her room, finding Jian Ningxuan on the other bed already awake, staring at her intently.
“You’re awake too? I don’t know what happened next door. I just went out to check.” An Bu casually explained.
Jian Ningxuan made a sound of agreement. In fact, he had awakened when she left the room. At that time, there was no abnormality in the neighboring room.
As An Bu had mentioned before, she could foresee others’ deaths, so she had probably gone to save someone just now.
Jian Ningxuan sat up, extended a hand toward An Bu, and said, “Can’t sleep. Come over and talk.”
An Bu crawled over, held his paw, and squatted by the bedside. A warm sensation transmitted from his palm, and her vitality points began to increase again—1, 2…
“The neighbors seem to be the couple we encountered when we returned.” Jian Ningxuan looked at her with a gentle gaze, allowing her to play with his fingers.
“Yes,” An Bu replied absentmindedly, “that woman seems to be sick, mentally unstable. She almost harmed her boyfriend.”
An Bu’s life lacked flavor, touch, and color. She also often faced other people’s deaths. Jian Ningxuan couldn’t imagine how she overcame these difficulties and continued to live positively. With each bit of information he learned about her, he found himself loving her more.
“Bu Bu, I swear I’ll never hurt you.”
An Bu laid on the bed, smiling, “What if you do?”
Jian Ningxuan fell silent for a moment and replied, “If I hurt you, I’ll hand over all 70 kilograms of my flesh for you to cook.”
“70 kilograms?” An Bu scrutinized him, doubtful, “Are you sure you’re only 70 kilograms?”
Jian Ningxuan: “…”
He silently lifted the quilt, rolled out of bed, and, wearing only underwear, stood straight in front of An Bu, proving with facts that he was indeed in great shape.
An Bu’s gaze followed his long legs, slowly moving up. She couldn’t help but admit that his body proportions were indeed impeccable.
“How is it?” Jian Ningxuan asked.
An Bu also stood up, her head reaching the level of his Adam’s apple, with a difference of nearly 30 centimeters. She lifted her hand to circle his waist, then let go, saying, “Your waist is at least 3 chi!”
Jian Ningxuan: “…Did you forget to subtract your bust measurement?”
An Bu: “…”
Jian Ningxuan said seriously, “Adding your bust, it’s definitely more than 3 chi 4.”
An Bu: “…” She looked down at her chest and realized that it seemed fuller these days. Her muscles had also become more robust, basically back to optimal condition. Replenishing vitality points from Jian Ningxuan seemed more effective than absorbing nutrients from food.
While she was contemplating her figure, a pair of arms stretched out and embraced her.
“Bu Bu, do you want to delve deeper into studying each other’s bodies?” A seductive voice sounded in her ear.
An Bu was in a internal struggle, whether to succumb to the allure of a man or to stand firm and refuse?
She worked hard to live; wasn’t it for the joy of experiencing life? Now, there was a feast in front of her—why wouldn’t she indulge? No, she was a corpse with integrity. How could she easily harmonize with someone?
But the man in front of her was dazzling, stirring her lifeless body and resonating her six senses.
“You can inspect the goods first before deciding whether to continue,” Jian Ningxuan lifted her off the ground, gently placing her on the bed.
The so-called “inspection” was just a bait thrown by someone, and as she inspected, she ended up taking everything…
An Bu looked outside with a deep gaze, feeling like she had lost something important, like her principles.
Jian Ningxuan opened his eyes, looked up at An Bu standing by the window, leaning forward with one hand stretched out in front and the other bending her right foot high over her head, striking a yoga pose.
“Good morning,” Jian Ningxuan’s hoarse voice carried an undisguised pleasure.
“Good morning,” An Bu retracted her leg, pointing at the dining table. “I ordered breakfast for you.”
“Mm,” Jian Ningxuan got out of bed, walked to An Bu’s side, rubbed his face against hers, and then went to the bathroom to freshen up.
After finishing yoga, An Bu came to the bathroom door, facing Jian Ningxuan who was brushing his teeth. “Mr. Jian, shall we return to Z Country?”
Jian Ningxuan paused, his features relaxed, a faint golden halo flashing: “…Mm.”
After breakfast, the two checked out and left. As for the couple next door, An Bu didn’t pay any more attention. The person had been saved, and how they walked their future path was their decision.
Jian Ningxuan booked a flight for the next day. Before returning home, the two explored the city nearby.
At night, An Bu received a call from Silvia, learning that they would leave M Country tomorrow, and immediately expressed her intention to see them off.
Thinking of Sun Zhuo and his mother, Jian Ningxuan considered but ultimately decided not to meet them. He didn’t want An Bu to be troubled by other matters, so he just had his assistant inform them of their return.
Silvia invited the two for a meal at a restaurant, expressing sincere gratitude for An Bu’s life-saving grace. She also gave them a farewell gift, wishing them a smooth journey.
An Bu felt that Silvia was a friend worth keeping, but unfortunately, the two lived too far apart, and they might not have many chances to meet in the future.
In fact, Silvia already had plans to travel to Z Country, but she hadn’t told An Bu, wanting to give her a surprise.
The next day, the two boarded the plane to Z Country. After more than half a month, they finally returned home.
An Bu remembered that Jian Ningxuan had mentioned he lived in the Mingxiang neighborhood in Fengdu. She initially thought they were just neighbors until she walked into the house with him, realizing that they had been living together for some time. Looking at the household items and clothing arrangements, it seemed they had been cohabiting for a while.
Before An Bu could ask anything, a black dot suddenly shot over and stuck to her face with a slap.
An Bu picked it off, and it was a soft lump. A name flashed in her mind: “Hunyi.”
“This is the son you adopted, An Jianjian, nicknamed Jianjian. It’s a strange creature suspected to be of extraterrestrial origin,” Jian Ningxuan introduced.
“Jianjian?” An Bu laughed, “Who gave it this name? It’s really lacking in connotation.”
Jian Ningxuan: “…” You’ve become much more straightforward without your memories.
During their absence, Jian Ningxuan had arranged for his assistant to come and clean the house, and also to feed Jianjian. Jianjian only liked An Bu and didn’t like to show itself in front of strangers. The assistant didn’t know about Jianjian’s existence and just thought Jian Ningxuan and An Bu had peculiar hobbies, keeping a 5 yuan shrimp in a fish tank worth 3000 yuan.
The lifespan of a shrimp is at most one and a half years. According to the normal course, it should have passed away long ago, but it was still alive and kicking, looking very spirited. Perhaps it could become a long-lived shrimp in the future.
An Bu hadn’t noticed this anomaly yet, and Jian Ningxuan was completely uninterested.
After playing with An Bu for a while, Jianjian jumped onto her ring and scratched a few times with its tentacles.
Ring Spirit: Feel free to scratch; I won’t go out and seek death.
In fact, Jianjian had a way to force it out, but seeing it obediently staying inside the ring without polluting the environment, it couldn’t be bothered to deal with it.
An Bu, with Jianjian in tow, returned to the bedroom, unpacked her luggage, and then took out her diary photo album, starting to fill in the gaps in her memory bit by bit.
The diary remembered most were her experiences with Jian Ningxuan, from their first meeting to falling in love and getting to know each other. Every little detail of their life was recorded. Until she discovered that Jian Ningxuan wanted to propose to her, and she couldn’t make an immediate decision. So, she followed Sun Zhuo and went abroad to buy herself some time to carefully consider.
The diary ended here, and An Bu could probably guess what happened afterward. Jian Ningxuan followed her to M Country, intending to propose there. Unfortunately, they encountered a fire, and she nearly died trying to save him, falling into a coma, leading to memory loss.
Looking at the ring on her hand, the voice echoed faintly in her ears: “Mr. Jian, I’m do…”
So, she had really agreed to his proposal.
So, she had truly made up her mind to spend her life with him.
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