Chapter 1375: Chapter 1375: Choices (1)

Xiao Ji’s gaze was heavy with pain as he interrupted Su Hongxing’s words: “Amou, have you forgotten? It was me who delivered the baby. We agreed to get married soon after. In the freezing cold storage, as I lay dying, the thing I couldn’t let go of most was you and our two children. I never imagined I could come back to life, and I certainly didn’t anticipate this imposter who would occupy my body.”

“Xiao Ji, do you want me to find a neurologist to check your brain? You’ve got some issues up there,” Ye Qilan interjected, his expression indifferent.

“I’m speaking to my woman; it’s not your place, you imposter, to butt in!” Xiao Ji shot a cold look at Ye Qilan. Unfortunately, because of his severe injuries, his voice was weak, lacking the imposing air he had intended.

Ye Qilan turned to Su Hongxing and asked, “Wife, do you think he has a screw loose?”

Su Hongxing snapped back to reality, staring blankly at Ye Qilan, her mind still a blank slate.

She thought, apart from Ye Qilan, no one else could know that Ye Qilan’s soul-switch had occurred. So Xiao Ji must be another Ye Qilan–this was an undeniable truth, wasn’t it?

Ye Qilan saw Su Hongxing’s dazed expression and couldn’t help but chuckle: “Don’t tell me you’ve been infected by Xiao Ji’s nonsense?”

He held Su Hongxing’s hand and pulled her to sit beside him.

He noticed her disoriented state but didn’t give it much thought. Whether Xiao Ji was another version of Ye Qilan made little difference to him.

After all, Su Hongxing was legally his wife, registered on his household record as his spouse. That fact was immutable.

He had already claimed his position as Su Hongxing’s husband–this was his source of confidence.

It was Su Hongxing who had awakened him to the truth: Whether Su Hongxing wanted him or not, he could never give her up–this, too, was an unshakeable reality.

“Xiao Ji, you claim you’re Ye Qilan and that I’m an imposter occupying your body–do you have any evidence? Witnesses, or physical proof?” Ye Qilan asked leisurely.

Xiao Ji’s face darkened, and he didn’t respond.

“It seems you have no witnesses or any proof to present. In that case, on what grounds do you claim you’re Ye Qilan, and what makes you say I’m an imposter?” Ye Qilan spoke lazily, his gaze at Xiao Ji unhurried and calm.

Su Hongxing found this version of Ye Qilan unfamiliar. Given Ye Qilan’s volatile temper, hearing Xiao Ji’s accusations should have made him eager to get into a fight. Yet, today, his reaction was the opposite.

Xiao Ji glared coldly at Ye Qilan, saying, “Ding Ye, it’s an indisputable fact that you are the imposter. Others might not know, but Amou knows that I’m the real Ye Qilan. Amou has been deceived by you…”

“You’re mistaken. You are you; my wife is my wife. Don’t act like she’s close to you or something. I’ve encountered plenty of scammers like you. Because I pity you, I haven’t called the police to have you arrested,” Ye Qilan interrupted with a casual demeanor.

“Ding Ye, I’m talking to Amou–shut your mouth!” Xiao Ji’s face turned red with agitation.

Ye Qilan gave a faint smile and said, “Your defensiveness is pretty telling. Why so agitated, unless you’re guilty?”

He turned to Su Hongxing: “Wife, there’s no point talking to a liar like him. Let’s go.”

“Amou…” Xiao Ji panicked upon hearing this and tried to get out of bed to approach Su Hongxing.

Su Hongxing quickly stopped him: “Your injuries haven’t healed yet; don’t move recklessly, or you’ll risk reopening your wounds.”

“Amou, believe me. I’m the real Ye Qilan. I don’t even know how to explain this situation, but the truth is, I really am Ye Qilan,” Xiao Ji said, his emotions spiraling into incoherence.