I can rewind time to prevent death

Chapter 314: Chapter 270 Love Wound (4200 words)_2

After some thought, he didn’t get up and shook his head in response to Yan Junze, “I… I had just met Zhang Jiayao at that time, and we hadn’t made our relationship official.”

“A typical case of keeping a backup, now that the main slot is secured, the backup can be kicked away,” Shang Cuicui’s phoenix eyes filled with resentment as she coldly stared at Zhou Jiajie and slowly said.

“I wasn’t fostering a backup,” Zhou Jiajie shook his head vigorously, “My feelings for Bao Jie really weren’t that strong. Those few days she kept pressuring me, constantly pressuring me. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I asked her to meet and clarified everything, to have her give up on me. As compensation, I even gave her a platinum ring, I truly wanted to repay her for her three years of dedication to me.”

The scene fell into silence.

After a while, Yan Junze asked, “Then what happened?”

“I thought she had given up on me, but unexpectedly, she still couldn’t stop thinking about me.” Zhou Jiajie was leaning over the coffee table, his hands supporting his forehead, as if sinking into memories he was reluctant to recall, “She began to track me frequently, especially when Zhang Jiayao and I were together; she’d almost always show up and disrupt us. That day, I couldn’t restrain myself anymore. We had a huge fight, and I said some really harsh words to her face… she finally stopped appearing afterward.”

Pausing for a moment, Zhou Jiajie lifted his head, his eyes brimming with tears, “Who would have thought that last Friday night, she… she committed suicide. This is my fault; I shouldn’t have hurt her with harsh words, I should have rejected her sooner…”

Without waiting for the others to speak, Zhou Jiajie continued, “I am very sad, very remorseful, and I’ve taken care of all her funeral expenses. I sent the money anonymously to her parents yesterday, along with additional compensation for emotional distress. I really… feel extremely remorseful, extremely remorseful.”

“I don’t understand. You called us over just to sit here seething with anger while you keep saying how remorseful you are?” Yan Junze swallowed hard, trying to keep his expression calm.

“Yeah, why didn’t you inform us the day Bao Jie committed suicide?” Zhou Dali also said.

“I wanted to wait until things had settled down, and I thought the other classmates had already informed you,” Zhou Jiajie explained.

“If we had been informed, we definitely would have come,” Zhou Dali said coldly, “Such a thing… can it really be kept secret?”

“I think, you still haven’t answered my question. Why have you called us here now?” Yan Junze fixed his gaze on Zhou Jiajie’s eyes.

Zhou Jiajie reached up to wipe away the tears that were about to fall, answering with some difficulty, “I want to ask for your help with Bao Jie, to stop her from suffering even after death, so she can be liberated from her pain soon.”

“What?” Yan Junze gave a sharp jolt.

“Bao Jie…” Zhou Dali’s face showed surprise, as he looked around, “Has her spirit appeared?”

Upon hearing this, Shang Cuicui jumped in fright, quickly grabbing onto Zhou Dali’s arm, clinging tightly to him as her head instinctively looked around in terror.

Zhou Jiajie nodded, “She has appeared, and I often see her. It seems, she still can’t let go of me. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing to fear from her, but the fact that she can’t rest in peace troubles my heart greatly. I really want to help free her spirit.”

“Why not call an exorcist?” Yan Junze asked, “With your family’s connections, you wouldn’t even need to wait in line.”

Although Yan Junze also hoped Zhou Jiajie wouldn’t call an exorcist, since exorcists’ methods are almost always blunt, simply eradicating the oddities, he did not want Bao Jie’s strangeness to be directly killed by an exorcist but hoped she could fulfill her lingering attachments and be reincarnated soon.

“I didn’t want to worry my family, and my dad is very strict. If he knew I wasn’t studying properly and was only dating instead, and then caused such a big problem, I fear I’d have a miserable end,” Zhou Jiajie said with a despondent look, “There’s no need for me to lie to you about this. So, I implore you, especially you, Yan Junze, please save Bao Jie.”

With those words, Zhou Jiajie stood up and bowed deeply to Yan Junze.

To the others, it seemed like this might be Zhou Jiajie’s final act of penance for Bao Jie.

Yan Junze said nothing, merely picked up his phone and, like Zhang Xiaomo typically did, silently scrolled through it.

Remembering that Bao Jie had become an oddity and was still deeply infatuated, Zhou Dali shook his head and remained silent for a moment.

Shang Cuicui, snuggling beside him, suddenly raised her head and asked Zhou Jiajie, “You said that as compensation, you gave Bao Jie a platinum ring in the end?”

“Yeah,” Zhou Jiajie said with a pained expression, “It’s not important whether the gift was expensive or not, the most important thing was to make her feel a little better inside.”

“I’m very curious, though, why would you give a ring as a breakup gift? Aren’t rings a symbol of commitment?” Shang Cuicui suddenly had an epiphany, “So I feel like you’re lying.”

“No, no, no,” Zhou Jiajie hurriedly waved his hands, “I absolutely did not lie, I really did give her a platinum ring that day.”

Zhou Dali’s eyes were wide open as he stared at him, “Did you give it or not?”

“I did,” Zhou Jiajie nodded vigorously, “If you don’t believe me, you can go search her home, the ring has been returned to Shuntian with her belongings.”

“Yes, perhaps you did give it,” Shang Cuicui nodded pensively, “but since you did give the ring, maybe it wasn’t a breakup gift at all, but a way to tell Bao Jie that you still loved her. That ring represented your heart for her, making her believe it was true and to keep loving you faithfully and unreservedly, so you could continue to enjoy the affection that Zhang Jiayao and Bao Jie had for you, both publicly and privately.”

“What you’re saying…” Zhou Jiajie, stunned, was about to argue but was interrupted by Yan Junze.

Yan Junze held up his mobile phone, and on the screen was a news article from a few days ago. He told Zhou Jiajie, “Congratulations, it turns out your dad, Zhou Guhua, is running for deputy mayor of Shuntian City. During this time, your Zhou family really can’t afford any negative news.”

Zhou Jiajie’s face turned beet red as he frantically gestured, “No, you’ve got it wrong. My dad is too strict with me, I didn’t dare tell him. It has nothing to do with his running for deputy mayor.”

“To hell with it, you’ve not only been lying to us but also stringing Bao Jie along without ever letting go!”

Zhou Dali could no longer hold back. He stood up, stepped forward, and, with his hand big as a fan, grabbed Zhou Jiajie by the collar, lifting him into the air, his feet dangling.

Undeniably, this man in front of them knew too well how to manipulate a woman’s heart, especially someone as deeply infatuated as Bao Jie. Just as she was about to give up, he would immediately offer her a taste of sweetness, tricking her into believing there was still hope, then continue to lead her on for his amusement.

Of course, those deserving sympathy often also deserve disdain. Bao Jie’s fault lay in being too infatuated and obsessed, in trusting this man too much, in believing too much in a perfect outcome without a bit of self-protection.

After grabbing Zhou Jiajie, Zhou Dali was just about to slap the guy a few times and give him a good kicking.

Suddenly he realized that the whole scene had gone quiet. Yan Junze was looking past him, and Zhou Jiajie, whom he was holding, also began to tremble, his gaze shifting behind him.

Shang Cuicui turned to look and screamed in fright, quickly covering her mouth and frantically burrowing into Zhou Dali’s embrace.

Zhou Dali had no choice but to set Zhou Jiajie down temporarily and turn around, his whole body stiffening in shock.

At the doorway from the kitchen to the living room stood a woman with disheveled hair, silently standing there, her back to the dark kitchen, facing the living room. Her hair partly covered her face, but the exposed cheek was deathly pale.

“Jie… Jie?!” Zhou Dali blurted out after a moment of shock.

The woman standing at the kitchen door was slim, with long hair cascading over her shoulders and an oval face—it was Bao Jie’s spirit.

Bao Jie’s gaze seemed lifeless but emitted a faint chill, staring directly at Zhou Jiajie’s trembling body without any reaction.@@novelbin@@

Zhou Dali pulled Shang Cuicui behind him, telling her to stand still, and then he walked toward Bao Jie.

His body was shaking, not with fear but with pain—an indescribable agony churned within his heart, his expression one of utter sorrow as he struggled to take each step, as if dragging them out of the mud, step by step, pulling himself toward Bao Jie.

Large tears began to fall. Zhou Dali did not cry out, but his tears flowed like a breached dam.

He still vividly remembered their last gathering at the bar. Little did he know, that parting would turn out to be their final farewell.

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