I Am The Third Party (GL) - Chapter 38

Qi Xi and I finally escaped.

Qi Xi hugged me and told me she never fought a battle she couldn’t win.

Wang Zi brought a group of men to rescue us, and I even saw Yan Sinan’s father… but in just a few years, he’d aged considerably.

Qi Xi said it lightly, but looking at her covered in wounds, I knew we wouldn’t have escaped so easily if Xiao Xuewu hadn’t shown mercy.

Qi Xi would have dealt with her.

I can’t forgive Xiao Xuewu for what she did to us; she deserves punishment.

But I wanted her to live.

Sadly, I was wrong about Xiao Xuewu, and I was also wrong about Qi Xi.

One day, I went downstairs to pick up a package and grabbed the morning paper from the mailbox.

Qi Xi usually did it, and I don’t usually read newspapers.

As I put the package under my arm and opened the door, the newspaper slipped to the floor.

I squatted down to read it, and saw the international edition facing up.

The shocking truth: Lumikki’s horrific crimes, and Asta’s president is suspected of smuggling, evading billions of dollars in taxes annually.

My hand shook, and the package fell to the floor.

My breath caught in my throat, and I unfolded the newspaper with trembling hands, forcing myself to read.

In the middle of the newspaper was a photo of a court trial. She

had light blonde curls, gray-green eyes, the corners of her lips slightly turned up, and a small black mole flickered.

On her right hand, a pure white ribbon was wrapped around her little finger, and a small bow on the tip of her finger looked as if it could spread its wings and fly into the wind.

My eyes were sore and I swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The two words “death penalty” under the photo stung my eyes deeply.

I took the package into the house, thinking it was the skirt I bought online the day before yesterday, but I was shocked when I opened it.

I opened the gray bag, and there was nothing inside, all foam plastic that could make a sound when pressed.

I pulled apart the plastic paper, and in the middle lay a white ribbon, a bunch of keys, and a pure white printed greeting card.

I was silent for a long time looking at these three things, then tremblingly picked up the greeting card and opened it.

I recognized the owner of this handwriting.

She had written me a little poem before.

“Snow is a desolate land,

wind is a boundless sea.

Humans are celestial,

longing for the arrival of a celestial maiden.”

I flipped over the card. On the back was written, “Number 23, Babylon Gardens.”

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In the afternoon, I took a taxi to Babylon Gardens.

Qianwei wouldn’t let me in. I showed him my key and said the owner had asked me to help her get something.

He still didn’t believe me, fearing I’d stolen the key. I explained to him for a long time before he let me in.

The garden in front of Xiao Xuewu’s villa was full of roses. On the lawn, an elderly woman with snow-white hair sat in a rocking chair, knitting a sweater.

But she couldn’t see, her hands trembling, and she hadn’t knitted a single loop.

A boy watering plants nearby saw me approaching. “You are…”

I looked at the boy. He had short blond hair, light green eyes, and a bright smile.

“I’m Xiao Xuewu’s friend,” I smiled and touched his head.

The boy blinked in surprise, then pulled me in with a smile, calling to the old woman, “Grandma, you’re Auntie’s friend!”

Grandma?

I looked up at the old woman, her haggard face brimming with a happy smile.

She lifted her eyes, took my hand, her gaze fixed on my pinky, wrapped in a pure white ribbon. She said cheerfully, “Ashta, you’re back. You’ve found your soulmate. Haha, you finally found him. Good, good…”

My eyes welled up, and I patted her hand.

The boy smiled, “Grandma, this isn’t my aunt, it’s her friend.”

He then took me to a room on the first floor and told me to open the door with the key in my hand.

I took a breath and slowly opened the door.

Sunlight streamed in, dust dancing in the air.

I walked in, my hand caressing the glass bottles on the wooden shelf.

Each one held a coffee bean.

Each bottle had a label.

“January 22nd, xx, salary.”

“February 22nd, xx, salary.”

“March 22nd, xx, salary.”

…

…

“Auntie, don’t cry. Auntie said she’ll come to China to see us this Spring Festival, and you’ll get to see her then.”

I hugged the boy. “Okay, I’ll be with you for Spring Festival.”

Grandma, little brother, Asta, she can no longer celebrate the holidays with you…

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Last night I had a dream: a bullet pierced Xiao Xuewu’s temples.

A gust of wind blew, and white ribbons drifted away, flying out of my sight.

In the sunshine, in a garden blooming with roses, a little boy watered the flowers with a pitcher, and a kind old woman knitted a sweater as she rocked in a rocking chair…

Qi Xi wiped a tear from my eye, pressed against me, and reached down.

I grabbed her. “You exposed Asta?”

A glint of cruelty flashed in her eyes. “So what?”

“You can give her life imprisonment, why take her life?”

Qi Xi stared down at me, silent for a long time.

“Qiao Xianyu, you’re defending that b1tch in front of me?”

“I’m not, I’m just—”

She grabbed my neck and snarled, “Do you want to betray me? Do you want to leave me? I’m telling you, no way. You’re stuck with me forever, and you’re not allowed to go anywhere!”

With that, she bit my neck.

The next morning, I planned to go to the mall to buy some things.

But when I opened the door, two bodyguards stood by, preventing me from leaving.

I was furious. “What do you mean by this?”

the man said. “I’m sorry, ma’am, the chairman ordered you not to leave without her permission.”

I glared at him and went back to my room to call Qi Xi.

“Qi Xi, what do you mean by this?”

“Baby, what are you talking about?”

“Why did you send someone to stop me?”

“Qiao Xianyu, I told you you’re not going anywhere.” With that, she hung up.

I chuckled and collapsed on the sofa.

I thought of Yan Sinan.

She was right.

Qi Xi was extreme, deeply unsettled.

Her love was imprisonment.

No one can escape.

Later, Qi Xi became more and more excessive. She handcuffed me and tied me to the bed.

As long as she had time, we would make love crazily, day and night, without distinction.

She imprisoned me like a pet, and I had no human rights in front of her.

I thought it was time to leave.

I coaxed her to drink the red wine in which I had put sleeping pills, and when she was unconscious, I fled City A frantically and went to Yunshan, where my grandfather was buried.

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Liao Qingyan was a female disciple accepted by my grandfather, a little Taoist nun, seven years younger than me, and not yet thirty years old.

She burned incense in the Taoist temple every day and told fortunes for pilgrims.

One day, she came to me and said, “Sister, this morning a very tall woman came to ask about you.”

I smiled, dropped a copper coin into the basin, and asked, “What color is her brow?”

Liao Qingyan’s eyes rolled. “White!”

I laughed again. “Then what did you tell her about me?”

She shook her head. “Well, I wouldn’t dare say anything.”

I stood up and patted her head. “It’s okay, tell her.”

Early that morning, I was setting up a stall in People’s Park, telling fortunes.

“Look at your line—it’s intermittent, winding, and forked. Your love life has been bumpy,” I said, holding the little girl’s hand and shaking my head with emotion.

The little girl was anxious, “What should I do then?”

I opened my folding fan and gently waved it. “Don’t worry, girl. If it’s destined, it’s marriage. You just have to wait for that destined person.”

The girl asked again, “How can I find my destined person?”

I put away the fan, took a white ribbon from the table, and wrapped it around her right pinky finger. A

white butterfly spread its wings in the wind.

“So, you’re the one destined to be with me.”

The girl nodded, seeming to understand. “How much is this, Master?”

I waved my hand. “It’s not expensive. Sixty-six, sixty-six is ​​auspicious!”

“Oh, so expensive!”

“Hey, little girl, you’re the one destined to be with me!”

The girl puffed out her cheeks, deflated, and obediently took out the money. “Oh.”

I took the money, fanning myself and laughing.

Suddenly, a stack of hundred-yuan bills landed on my desk.

“Fairy sister, please show me my marriage.”

I looked up, seeing a mischievous smile on her lips.

I waved my fan. “No need to look, it’s you.”

“Wife, the plane tickets are booked. Will you come with me to get married?”

I closed my eyes and shook my head, index finger raised to my lips. “Don’t talk nonsense, benefactor. I’m destined to be a mistress, not a wife.”

She brought another box to my desk and opened it. It was a box of gold.

“Master, I invite you to be my mistress. Come and ruin my marriage.”

I stood up and walked over to her, unconcerned about the others’ gazes. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her.

“Okay. I’ll be your third person.”

———End of Novel——–