His Identity

Xing Chen ran over excitedly and picked up Qiao An’s phone. The screen showed the name of the caller: Huo Zhou.

Xing Chen hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone in a solemn mood.

“Hello.” His voice was hoarse and tired.

The other party was clearly slow at first. Then he said in a pleasantly surprised voice, “Xiaoran, is that you?”

Xing Chen was stunned…

He was familiar with the name Xiaoran. That was Qiao An’s ex-husband, but wasn’t he already dead? Why could this person still recognize him as Xiaoran?

Xing Chen corrected him. “I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m Xing Chen, not Xiaoran.”

It was a long sentence, revealing his magnetic, low, and sexy voice. There was also a domineering and intimidating aura in his cadence.

On the other end, Huo Zhou was even more convinced that he was Xiaoran.

“No, I’m sure you’re Xiaoran. Your voice and tone are clearly the same as Xiaoran’s.” Huo Zhou was extremely excited.

Xing Chen was speechless.

Was he Xiaoran?

Or did he just sound like Xiaoran?

It was unknown what he thought of, but Xing Chen’s fingers suddenly trembled.

If he was Xiaoran, then Qiao An was his wife.

All his doubts could be explained. For example, why did Qiao An fall in love with him at first sight? Why could the smart and beautiful Qiao An like him, who had nothing?

When Xing Chen thought of this, his mood was not surprised, but desolate. Because he had lost his wife.

Therefore, he tried to accept the second speculation. That was that his voice was a little similar to Huo Xiaoran’s. Did Qiao An treat him as Huo Xiaoran’s substitute?

“If I were Xiaoran, why didn’t Qiao An tell me? I think I just look like him,” Xing Chen said.

In order to prove that his guess was right, Huo Zhou thought of countless ways to verify Xing Chen’s identity. “Isn’t it simple if you’re my Xiaoran? Tell me, did you lose your memory? And you just can’t remember what happened four years ago?”

Xing Chen was dumbfounded.

He really couldn’t remember what had happened four years ago.

“Also, are you especially good-looking? Are you 188 centimeters tall, have phoenix eyes, and a high nose bridge?”

Xing Chen swallowed.

“And also, remember carefully if Qiao An was especially attentive to you when she first saw you?”

Xing Chen suddenly remembered that when he “first met” Qiao An, she seemed to want to hug him, but Xing Xiaoya stopped her.

… .

Huo Zhou’s every question seemed to have been answered affirmatively. This made Xing Chen have no choice but to question whether he was the real Huo Xiaoran.

But he didn’t understand. “Why didn’t An’an tell me?”

On the phone, Huo Zhou said in a very matter-of-fact tone, “Your wife is smart. She definitely didn’t want to force you, so she chose a roundabout strategy. She must be thinking of pursuing you again and making you fall in love with her before going home with her willingly.”

Xing Chen laughed bitterly.

They all understood Qiao An. Only he didn’t understand her good intentions?

No wonder Qiao An had pestered him at first. No matter how much he neglected her, she wouldn’t give up on him.

Fortunately, her persistence made him abandon his inferiority complex to stay with Qiao An.

It hadn’t been easy for them to fall in love, but God had still cruelly taken Qiao An away.

Xing Chen was suffocated by the cruel reality again. “Huo Zhou, Qiao An… something happened to her.”

Huo Zhou asked in a panic, “What happened to her?”

“She died in a fire.”

Huo Zhou cried out, “Oh my god!”

Huo Xiaoran said sadly, “I didn’t protect her well.”

Huo Zhou had never heard Xiaoran so dispirited and desolate. It was obvious how sad Huo Xiaoran was.

“Xiaoran, don’t do anything stupid. I’ll come over immediately to resolve this.”

Huo Xiaoran fell to the ground and looked at the bright night sky. Tears filled his eyes again.

He could no longer hear what Huo Zhou said. Anyway, it was not important.

He just wanted to stay with Qiao An and not eat or drink until he exhausted his life force.

He couldn’t get Qiao An’s voice and smile out of his mind. Her stubbornness in clinging to him made him love her to death. He’d loved her to death when she’d kissed the ugly scar on his back. He’d loved her to death when she’d said she would follow him wherever he went.

He took such a beautiful Qiao An into his heart bit by bit, stuffed her into his limbs and bones, and embedded her soul into his core. But Qiao An cruelly abandoned him.

“Ah!” He looked up at the sky and howled like a beast.

… .

Qiao An didn’t know how long she slept. When she woke, she found herself lying in a cave. There was a burning pain in her back, especially her butt.

“Ouch.” She couldn’t help but snort.

Suddenly, a disheveled “female ghost” pounced over, scaring Qiao An so much that her heart skipped a beat.

In the bright moonlight, she could see the ghost’s face clearly. “It’s you, Chen Jing?”

Chen Jing said anxiously, “Qiao An, you’re finally awake.”

Qiao An tried to sit up, but there was a piercing pain in her butt. She could only lie on a tattered and charred piece of cotton.

The charred smell instantly reminded Qiao An of what had happened the previous night. She had been sleeping when she suddenly heard flames burning outside and firewood sizzling. She wanted to get up but realized that she couldn’t move at all.

Realizing that there was something wrong with the bowl of water she had just drunk, Qiao An was in extreme despair.

Soon the temperature of the bed rose. Just as Qiao An felt that she could only wait for death, Chen Jing climbed in through the window and ran out carrying her on her back.

“Chen Jing, did you save me? Thank you.” Qiao An looked at Chen Jing gratefully.

Chen Jing told Qiao An about the fire. “Qiao An, Xing Xiaoya and my husband started the fire. That day, you and Xing Chen secretly came to my house and were seen by Xing Xiaoya. She and my husband discussed getting rid of you.”

Qiao An broke out in a cold sweat. “They’re simply lawless. When I recover, I’ll definitely send them to the police station.”

Chen Jing looked at the sky outside and became anxious. She paced back and forth, wringing her hands. “Qiao An, I have to go back. If my husband finds out that I’ve sneaked out, they’ll definitely hit me. In the future, I can only bring you food every night in the middle of the night.”

Qiao An said, “Why are you going back? He’ll hit you.”

Chen Jing said, “If I don’t go back, they’ll come looking for me. When they find out that you’re still alive, they’ll definitely think of a way to persecute you again.”