Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 886 - 432: The Death of Jiang Mo

Chapter 886: Chapter 432: The Death of Jiang Mo

"It’s nothing."

Jiang Yi instinctively shrank her arms back, a flicker of panic in her eyes.

Jiang Shouzhong stepped forward, cornering the woman against the wall.

As Jiang Yi prepared to escape, he extended his arm and slammed it onto the wall, blocking her path.

"Jiang Yi, what exactly did you see? Or what did you hear?"

Jiang Shouzhong lowered his gaze, staring at the woman’s enchanting and alluring cheeks.

He leaned slightly forward; their breaths mingled together, yet despite the close proximity, an indescribable distant emotion filled the space between them.

This feeling agitated Jiang Shouzhong immensely.

Jiang Yi tilted her delicate head, her curling lashes trembling slightly, and remained silent.

"Speak up!"

Jiang Shouzhong slapped the wall suddenly.

The woman shivered in fright.

She instinctively tried to withdraw the hand behind her back, only to have it caught by the man.

"Let go of me!"

Jiang Yi’s emotions began to stir.

"Jiang Yi, can you stop being so self-righteous? Do you really think I would hurt you?"

The constant flash of bloody images in his mind made Jiang Shouzhong’s breathing heavy, his breath spraying onto the woman’s face, "Jiang Yi, I said I would trust you, I definitely will trust you, why can’t you trust me for once!?"

Jiang Yi suddenly ceased her struggle.

She looked up at the man and murmured, "Exactly the same, exactly the same..."

"What is exactly the same?"

Jiang Shouzhong frowned.

Jiang Yi’s face was complex as she said:

"The last few times I came to this room, I saw a few images... You would grab me like this, shouting at me, just like now.

Later on, I saw you tearing at my clothes, humiliating me, right there on that bed... When I struggled, I cut you with a knife, you were very angry, you wanted to strangle me..."

Jiang Shouzhong was dumbfounded, then laughed wryly: "That’s just hallucination, do you really believe it?"

"I don’t know."

Jiang Yi shook her delicate head, her eyes filled with struggle and confusion, "I feel... I feel you’re not Jiang Mo... I really don’t know whether I should believe..."

Tears fell from the corners of the woman’s eyes, sparkling.

The once proud woman rare showed her fragile side.

Jiang Shouzhong tried hard to suppress his agitated emotions, patiently comforting her:

"Listen, Ms. Jiang, what you saw are all illusions, illusions deliberately crafted by this place to disturb your mind. How could I possibly humiliate you? Don’t believe those illusions."

Jiang Yi retorted: "Then what about you, what did you see?"

Jiang Shouzhong hesitated for a moment, and then truthfully recounted what he had seen.

"Did you believe it?"

Jiang Yi lifted her delicate chin, her beautiful eyes unblinkingly staring into the man’s eyes, as if trying to see into his heart: "Did you believe I would kill you?"

Jiang Shouzhong shook his head: "Of course I don’t believe it."

"Really?"

The woman smiled faintly, looking down at her own arm being held.

Jiang Shouzhong slowly released her arm, calming her while explaining: "I believe you wouldn’t kill me, but the issue is you believe I would humiliate you, otherwise why would you be holding—"

The man’s voice abruptly stopped.

Because the woman extended her right hand.

In her hand was no bone dagger, just a pair of discarded long socks.

And the dagger she originally carried was now placed on the bed.

Jiang Yi stared at the man’s stunned face, her smile somewhat dim: "Jiang Mo, you can’t fool yourself, you also believe in what you saw, you believe I would kill you."

Jiang Shouzhong opened his mouth, speechless.

Jiang Yi pushed the man aside, walked to the bed, and picked up the bone dagger.

She lightly cut her left ring finger, watching the crimson drop of blood slowly seep out of the wound, then placed it to her lips, speaking softly:

"Since neither of us trusts the other, let’s go our separate ways."

After saying this, the woman left the room.

This time, Jiang Shouzhong did not stop her, simply sitting silently at the table, dazed.

The little dog left by the woman cuddled up at his feet.

After a while, he got up and walked out of the room, taking the little dog in his arms.

Jiang Shouzhong did not bother to look at whether the moon above was waxing or waning, simply lowered his head and randomly chose a direction to walk, constantly pondering their various experiences.

As the woman left, the sense of urgency in his heart dissipated a lot, allowing him to focus on thinking.

It also allowed him to better reflect on what he might have done wrong. Or whether, unknowingly, he had fallen into a trap set by an enemy.

He and Jiang Yi truly did not have absolute trust.

But believing each would kill the other was clearly nonsense.

Jiang Yi didn’t believe it, so she tried to put down the dagger and gamble.

However, he himself believed the other would kill him.

Thus, the result now was that the trust between them that should have grown further instantly collapsed and vanished.

How did it come to this?

Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his forehead vigorously, his heart full of frustration and self-blame.

Two people who were just fine somehow ended up guarded against each other because of some ridiculous illusions, and even walk separate paths, utterly absurd.

This situation feels like a dream.

Wait.

A dream?

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly paused, frowning tightly.

He carefully recalled every detail upon entering this place, as well as the conversations with Fang Zishang.

It seems he has fallen into a confusion.

Jiang Shouzhong looked up at the moon in the sky.

The moon was now beginning to approach fullness; according to Fang Zishang’s advice, he must soon find a place to take shelter to avoid being roasted into mince by the storm.

However, Jiang Shouzhong hesitated for a moment, then chose to continue forward.