"Ahem, that person... is really Chacha." Zhang Qingcha felt cold in his heart, knowing that no matter what he said, Chu Kuo would be suspicious.
However, if she really admitted it like this, wouldn't there really be no room for redemption?
"Really, really Chacha." She could only use up her last strength, gritting her teeth and not letting go.
"Did He Lianzhen lie?" Chu Kuo sneered.
Now that things have happened, you still dare to lie to him? Still want to lie to him?!
"Yes!" Zhang Qingcha insisted, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and nodded sharply, "It's He Lianzhen, eighth brother, he is trying to sow discord between us, he, he is committing a heinous crime!"
"But if he didn't see this, how could he talk about Chongying Tower so carefully? And how do you explain the Lingxiao flower's veil?" Chu Kuo took a deep breath, with a vicious look in his eyes, "Didn't you mean that?
Are you the only one here at night? Could it be that you and he are both here? You and he have known each other for a long time and have been together? No wonder you are twisting so hard tonight!"
"No, no, no, no, how could it be!" Zhang Qingcha didn't expect that she had not explained what she just said clearly, and there was an additional crime. Listening to these heart-wrenching words, she could only shake her head in denial while thinking in her heart
Wondering how to explain it.
After thinking about it, she took a deep breath and said, "Brother Eight, maybe... maybe he really saw it that night, but there was definitely no second person he mentioned. He was just sowing discord, that Ling Xiaohua's veil, that
The square handkerchief is also mine. I was afraid that what you did that night would be discovered, so I never used anything from Lingxiao Flower. Originally, there were some. If you don’t believe it, Chacha will show it to you when she gets back. I will embroider it myself.
Can I show it to you?!"
Zhang Qingcha thought that if he wanted to escape from this matter, he could only make the person in front of him believe that He Lianzhen had deceived him and that the veil he left behind was his.
However, she didn't expect that that good-for-nothing Zhang Qingjiu couldn't do such a thing well, and even left something behind!
And for so many years, Eighth Brother has never mentioned it! If she had known about it earlier, she shouldn't be so passive today.
Hearing Zhang Qingcha's vows, Chu Kuo felt sad and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Should he be glad that in order not to think about that night anymore, he never took out the handkerchief again or talked to Zhang Qing?
Did Cha mention this?
"Chacha, Brother Eight asks you again, was it really you back then? You didn't lie to me, and you didn't know He Lianchen. He was the one who instigated the discord?" Chu Kuo took a deep breath, and after saying this, he
He coughed heavily.
Zhang Qingcha was scared and worried in his heart. Even so, he couldn't help turning his head to look at him. He didn't care even if his scalp was torn apart, "Brother Eight, it's really Chacha. Don't be angry.
Don't worry, Chacha promises you that if it wasn't for Chacha back then, just let me... just let me never get the love of Eighth Brother again."
Can't get his love?
Upon hearing this, Chu Kuo spat out a mouthful of blood.
What kind of oath is this?
This is the funniest joke he's ever heard!
Pushing Zhang Qingcha away, Chu Kuo propped up his body and reached out to fumble under the pillow on the couch. He shook a piece of handkerchief in front of Zhang Qingcha who was about to struggle, "Is this the one?"
Zhang Qingcha was stunned for a moment, his eyes evasive, but he still couldn't help but nodded sharply, reaching out to grab the handkerchief: "Yes, this is the handkerchief I dropped back then!"
"Lingxiao flower?" Chu Kuo retracted his hand with a strange tone.
Zhang Qingcha felt something was wrong, but continued to nod, "Yes, it has the Lingxiao flower printed on it. That was, that was the first embroidery my mother taught me to sew."
As he spoke, he also lowered his eyes. From his hanging neck, he looked inexplicably shy and timid.
Seeing her like this, Chu Kuo's throat rolled again, and the smell of blood rushed into his nose.
It was just like this, just such a show of weakness, such pretentiousness that kept him in the dark for a whole ten years!
Chu Kuo's eyes were completely cold, but his tone was so gentle that Zhang Qingcha, who lowered his head, did not see the sarcasm between his brows: "The first embroidery? It seems that he was very impressed."
"Yes, this is natural..." Zhang Qingcha responded while reaching for Chu Kuo's arm.
"Where is Xin Yi? How is Xin Yi?" Unexpectedly, Chu Kuo slowly moved his arm and asked an irrelevant question.
Zhang Qingcha was stunned for a moment, and immediately frowned, "I don't like Xinyi's unknown flowers. Only that bitch Zhang Qingjiu likes them in our house."
With that said, Zhang Qingcha was about to look up, but was startled by the flowers on the handkerchief that suddenly unfolded.
Chu Kuo sneered, with a hint of ice slag in his words: "Then you might as well take a closer look, what kind of flowers are there?"
Did he want to be grateful? It was so dark that night that maybe even He Lianchen didn't see clearly what flowers were embroidered on this veil?
On the white silk handkerchief, there is a bright red flower in the corner on the right, blooming brightly and enthusiastically against the branch, just like the joy of a pregnant girl when she meets her beloved young man for the first time.
It's a pity that those red, unrestrained red petals are not Ling Xiao.
It is Xinyi, the red Xinyi flower that symbolizes bravery, purity and fearlessness.
Perhaps because only one flower was embroidered, or perhaps because the branches and vines were too short, two seemingly identical flowers of the same color were confused.
"B-Brother B..." Zhang Qingcha's face turned completely cold and his eyes were filled with fear, "This, this is..."
"Is this the Ling Xiao that impressed you so much?" Chu Kuo sneered, took the handkerchief back, held it tightly in his palm, and showed a ferocious smile at the corner of his mouth.
There has never been a moment when he hated it as much as he does now!
He used to think that the humiliation Zhang Qingjiu had brought to him was enough, but he found that he could endure He Lianzhen's humiliation for the sake of his so-called last trace of "faith."
But now, someone tells him that the last bottom line he sticks to is just a liar who pretends to take credit?!
"I, I seem to have remembered it wrong, I remembered it wrong..." Zhang Qingcha's face turned pale and he shook his head violently, "It's Xinyi, it's Xinyi, I remembered it wrong."
"Still quibbling!" Chu Kuo punched the couch and looked at Zhang Qingcha with his eyes like a trapped animal, "Whose handkerchief does it belong to?!"
Who saved him back then?!
"It's mine..." Zhang Qingcha was so frightened that he covered his ears.
"Zhang Qingcha!" Chu Kuo said every word through gritted teeth, "Tell me, does this handkerchief belong to Zhang Qingjiu?!"
Zhang Qingcha couldn't believe that Chu Kuo had lied to her just now, and like a clown, she walked into the trap step by step.
But she still did not forget to struggle, "No, it's not her...it's me, I am the one who loves you most."
"You love me?" Chu Kuo clenched the handkerchief tightly, his eyes filled with madness, "You really make me sick!"
Perhaps he was shocked by the word "disgusting", Zhang Qingcha suddenly raised his neck like a madman, "Who is Zhang Qingjiu? Even if she saved you, so what? The person who is by your side