Ai felt hope rise in her heart.
Maybe this woman could definitely lead us to sothing, she thought.
She quickly dropped a ssage to Jun to check if he could find sothing in Zixin's room that would point to or belonged to a woman.
Jin got energized with a new vigor and started making so calls to Zixin's assistant in his office.
Ai tilted her head. "I still wonder how he would have co to know about Chen Zixin's confession when he had kept it a surprise…"
She peeked at Jin and bead with pride. "I proved to be useful in the end."
His gaze darkened.
"It's also fun doing things together."
Jin shot her a murderous glare. "With which face did you see having fun here with you?"
"But I had a lot of fun. It was good doing sothing other than slapping you," she seriously nodded.
Jin almost reached his hand to strangle her. The truth was bitter but if she hadn't told him about MrPerfect, he wouldn't have thought of a love rival connection.
Ai said, "So since Chen Zixin was a part of Reading Point, attended Authors' Summit and had presumably planned to go Shanghai for the fest, does it an the woman he likes is a writer?"
Jin ignored her and kept working on his laptop and in response, Ai poked him on his shoulder. She kept poking him until he finally turned his head. "What!?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Which is a cue for you to understand that I don't want to!"
"But talking about it will help us reach the solution faster," Ai started poking again.
He felt the top of his lid bursting. "I can take it up from here. Get out."
She pursed her lips. "So you want to throw away after using to your advantage?"
Jin puked blood. "Don't say misleading things!"
"Then answer my question."
He took several deep breaths, but he couldn't even concentrate on that with Ai's constant poking. He tried his best to smile with his facial nerves twitching continuously. "A writer is one of the possible options. She could be a reader, editor, publisher or anyone belonging to this industry. It's common to have all these kinds of people in such events. Were there only writers in the Summit and Fest?"
"No."
"There is your answer. Now if you poke again, I won't spare you," he threatened.
Ai nodded. She got a call from Jun and she quickly picked it up. "Did you find anything?"
Jun drew a long sigh on the other side. "It's a ss."
"What happened?"
He gave her the account of how Zixin's laptop was broken, and how he didn't find anything useful in his room. "I thought there might be sothing in the locked drawer, but it was empty."
"Oh…" she softly lanted.
"Why did you ask to find sothing that would point to a woman?"
"Jin and I think that there could be a love rival who didn't want Chen Zixin to confess. Maybe he likes the sa woman and wanted to stop him."
There was a long pause. "...You are with Jin?"
"Yes."
"...Working together for Bro Zixin?"
"Yes."
"Where are you exactly?"
"Liu villa."
"..."
"What are you doing at the villa? Aren't you at the library?" He was speechless.
"I wanted to, but your Grandpa brought here. He was on his morning car ride."
"..."
"And then…you just naturally went into Jin's room?"
Ai denied. "Of course not. I was searching for your room but landed into his accidentally."
"...And he let you in? Just like that?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"I am a naturally lovable and warm person."
"..."
Jin's body was shaking with anger.
"And then you casually started to talk about Bro Zixin?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"Just how?"
"I am a naturally lovable and warm person."
Silence.
Ai said, "I know there is a history between us, but don't feel jealous," she assured them, "we are purely working here for Chen Zixin's sake."
"...I don't think I am feeling jealousy at this point."
"Then what might you be feeling?"
"How about shock?"
"About what?"
"..."
"Why don't we chat in detail back in the condo?"
"Sure."
Jun asked after a few monts, "How is Jin?"
"He is fine. We are getting along very well," she spoke with a beaming happiness, a sentint which Jin didn't share from the bottom of his heart.
Jun replied. "Yeah I think we need to talk about the getting along part."
They hung up, and Jin lashed out imdiately. "You are such a liar!"
Ai frowned. "What part of the conversation was a lie?"
He gritted his teeth. "The whole of it?"
"Preposterous. I don't lie."
He threw his laptop aside and once again, took several long breaths. Calming down, he asked her a question he had wanted for a long ti, "How are you so chill about this whole rebirth thing?"
"Chill?"
"How can you believe Bro and so easily? People will call us crazy if they hear this," he narrowed his eyes.
She smiled. "Firstly, I am his girlfriend. I love him, and it's my responsibility to believe him if he is talking about sothing serious and not dismiss it as a joke. Jun is not the kind of a person to fool around with a lie like this. If I don't believe him, then who will?"
He snorted.
Trying to act all great.
"Secondly, it's actually easier to believe him even more when I have gone through the sa thing."
"What?"
Ai observed his confusion and revealed. "I am also reborn. I had died in my previous life by falling off Dream High's building and woke up to realize that I had gone ten years back in ti."
Jin blankly stared at her in silence. She dropped the bomb so swiftly that he didn't have any ti to react. It felt absolutely still. "...Reborn? You?"
"Yes," she stared at him hard. "I died the sa night as Jun. At the sa ti."
He froze.
"I crashed on his car's roof after I fell - Jun's car which had crashed into the building."
His eyes widened, a million questions instantly barraging his mind like missiles.
She then slowly emphasized. "Jun's car which HE crashed into the building on purpose to commit suicide."
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