Chapter 24: The Man Who Died for Her Time and Time Again

"He will simulate the corresponding behaviors of these beasts; more than that, he will completely view himself as a wild animal, forgetting his identity as a human. Therefore, Miss Jiang, you must help him at that time. This is a critical juncture for his complete recovery."

Jiang Liwu nodded heavily. "I understand. Thank you, Doctor."

"Also, Miss Jiang, you must remember that at any time, the fantasy of being loved is the most severe psychological illness," the doctor said, grabbing Jiang Liwu's arm with a grave expression.

Jiang Liwu's pupils trembled, a lump forming in her throat, her voice turning astringent. "I know."

She stood up and left. Seeing Wei Xifeng waiting obediently at the door, she reached out and ruffled his hair. Wei Xifeng instinctively lowered his head. Jiang Liwu’s expression softened, her eyes filled with deep, aching sympathy. "Let's go. We're going home."

The VIP floor was quiet, but leaving the hospital required passing through busier areas. As Jiang Liwu led Wei Xifeng through the crowd, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating and contracting in a sudden, sharp reaction.

Sensing something wrong with Jiang Liwu, Wei Xifeng was about to ask when he saw her rapidly maneuvering around pedestrians, hurrying toward the front. Seeing the distance between them grow by several meters, Wei Xifeng immediately gave chase.

Jiang Liwu's breathing was rapid. She was repeatedly blocked by passersby, urgently pushing through the crowd and muttering "excuse me" over and over again. When she reached her destination, however, there was no one there.

Jiang Liwu searched the area, spinning around, but saw nothing—only a sea of unfamiliar faces.

"Teacher, what's wrong? Are you looking for someone? Let me help you find them," Wei Xifeng asked with concern.

In his memory, Jiang Liwu was composed, calm, and incomparably resilient. She was his shelter from the storm, a mother’s embrace—a synonym for gentle, powerful reliability. Rarely did he see her in such a flustered, disoriented state.

Jiang Liwu knit her brows, her agitated spirit finding no peace. Having failed to find the person she sought, she looked somewhat lost. "It's nothing. I must have seen wrong."

"Was it someone very important?" Wei Xifeng grew vigilant. Could it be Old Five? This was, after all, Old Five's territory.

Someone very important...

Jiang Liwu recalled the man of bewitching beauty who had died for her time and time again.

She had traveled back to twenty years ago to save the world more than once. Every time she traveled, the man would die before her eyes, and upon arriving in each timeline, she would be sent to the side of a different villainous child.

"Teacher, I feel a tightness in my chest and my heart is racing. I feel very uncomfortable." Wei Xifeng nervously tried to block Jiang Liwu's gaze from scanning the crowd.

This sentence immediately pulled Jiang Liwu back to reality. "Let's go. Let's head out."

When they reached the car, they saw Qiao Yiran sitting in the passenger seat. Jiang Liwu and Wei Xifeng took the back seat.

Qiao Yiran remained silent throughout the drive, intentionally downplaying her presence. Looking at the scenery outside the window, her heart felt desolate as she lamented her own fate, feeling like the helpless heroine of a tragic romance novel.

Jiang Liwu said nothing, the image of a certain man lingering in her mind.

Wei Xifeng, meanwhile, closed his eyes to rest. He hadn't lied; the hospital indeed made him feel very uncomfortable. It was only because Jiang Liwu was there that he could endure the symptoms. Furthermore, having just suffered an episode—though a triggered one—left his spirit feeling weak and exhausted.

His head tilted, and Wei Xifeng leaned against Jiang Liwu's shoulder. She reached out to support his head, adjusting it to ensure he was comfortable.

This warm scene was blinding to Qiao Yiran. She peeked at them through the rearview mirror. Even though she had said she hoped Wei Xifeng would let her go and allow her to leave the Wei family once he had someone else, why did she feel unhappy when he truly grew close to someone else and kept them in his eyes?

...

Once the photo frame was ready, Uncle Wang handed it to Wei Xifeng to inspect. Wei Xifeng, very satisfied, went to share it with Jiang Liwu.

He discussed it with her excitedly. "Should we put it on the cabinet or hang it up? If it’s on the cabinet, which angle looks better? If we hang it up, where would it look best?"

Jiang Liwu wasn't as conflicted as he was. "Either is fine."

"By the way, Xiaofeng, I heard Song Jinwei mention earlier that she is a young lady of the Fu family. Can you tell me about Fu Siwei?"

Wei Xifeng held the frame, his happy expression stiffening, his heart tightening. As expected, Jiang Liwu had asked. But having anticipated this, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

He said, "Song Jinwei is indeed a young lady of the Fu family, but she has no blood relation to Fu Siwei. Because she wasn't registered in the family records, she cannot be called Fu Siwei's sister. Song Jinwei wasn't originally from the Fu family; both her parents passed away, and because her parents were close to the Fu family, she was fostered there from a young age. To be precise, she is the Fu family's foster daughter." There was another term for it—a child bride—since Fu Siwei liked Song Jinwei very much.

However, no matter how much he liked her, it couldn't stop Song Jinwei from stirring up trouble; she had fallen in love with Fu Qinian, the illegitimate son of the Fu family.

Wei Xifeng had no respect for Song Jinwei, so he didn't mention this latter part to Jiang Liwu.

Hearing this, Jiang Liwu nodded, finally understanding the relationship.

Qiao Yiran was hiding behind a wall a short distance away, eavesdropping on their conversation.

When she had walked over, she saw them standing together from afar. She had originally intended to find Wei Xifeng to talk about her father's situation, but seeing this scene, she instinctively didn't want to approach. Perhaps it was because she didn't want her posture of begging to be seen by anyone other than Wei Xifeng.

So, she instinctively hid.

Upon hearing the name Song Jinwei, Qiao Yiran felt puzzled. They were actually talking about Song Jinwei?

Could it be because of the time Song Jinwei went to trouble Jiang Liwu?

Qiao Yiran’s heart curled with nervousness, though she soon convinced herself to stay calm. She hadn't been the one to tell Song Jinwei to harass Jiang Liwu, and besides, that incident had happened several days ago.

Wei Xifeng continued, "Fu Siwei is undoubtedly the current head of the Fu family. His schedule is extremely tight every day. He might be at the company or at home one second, and the next he could be abroad. I haven't seen him in a long time either."

Jiang Liwu nodded. "I see. Is he in good health?" After what happened to Wei Xifeng, what Jiang Liwu wanted to know most was the health of the others.

"He's doing great. He’s one meter eighty-eight, strong as an ox, eats well, drinks well, and can run and jump." Wei Xifeng spoke earnestly; he wasn't lying.

Jiang Liwu: "..." Was that really how one described a young man?

Jiang Liwu smiled faintly. "That's good. I wonder if he still remembers me, and what he looks like now." Twenty years had passed; the little milk bun had grown into an adult, reaching maturity. His appearance must have changed drastically.