Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 1133 A Passerby Cannon Fodder in an Infinite Flow Dimension (Part 56)

Xie Chenzhou murmured the name, and to control his surging emotions, he dug his nails deep into his palms, leaving several crescent-shaped red marks.

But that pain was nothing compared to the emptiness and despair surging in my heart.

It was just a dream, but it gave him feelings he had never experienced before, and made him eagerly hope that she existed in reality.

The lively and vivid figure in his dream overlapped and separated from the girl in his memory who confessed to him, like a poisonous thorn piercing his nerves.

The pain, while causing him pain, also unconsciously kept a sliver of hope, which in turn made him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

He needs to know if she is who she is, or if he can find any clues from her.

Xie Chenzhou suddenly stood up, his bare feet stepping onto the cold floor. The chill spread from the soles of his feet, but it couldn't extinguish the flame in his heart.

He went to his study, turned on his computer, and his fingers flew across the keyboard. Due to some special reasons, the information about the Tan family had always been in his database. Xie Chenzhou retrieved all of Tan Miaomiao's information with almost no effort.

This is information updated a year ago. It contains photos of her from childhood to adulthood, her school resume, and even details about which martial art she specializes in and what flavor of ice cream she likes.

The girl in the photo, even though she was pretty, had a shy smile, and a gentle expression, couldn't touch his heart. It was like scratching an itch from afar; she was clearly the same person, yet not quite.

Xie Chenzhou was also confused about what was going on and why. Why did the same person give him such different feelings?

Xie Chenzhou, who had always believed that dreams were merely a product of exhaustion, even considered asking the gods and Buddhas for the first time.

He didn't want everything in his dream to be something he created, because that would be too cruel for him.

Xie Chenzhou stared at the photo on the screen, as if looking at the girl in his dream through the photo, but something was wrong.

A fanatical madness surged in his eyes. He raised his hand, his fingertips wanting to trace the girl's eyebrows and eyes through the screen, but before he could lift it, he put it down amidst a sneer.

He had no intention of finding a substitute. Everyone is unique, and even if the girl in his dream only exists in his dream, she should not be replaced by anyone.

Xie Chenzhou couldn't even imagine how desperate he would be if he really couldn't find this person. It was the thought that separation meant forever, and who can dream whatever they want?

Xie Chenzhou vaguely felt that his mindset was a little off, but he was surprisingly able to adapt well to the sudden surge of obsession and possessiveness.

He really is a bad person.

Will he scare his girl away? What should he do?

Unless she didn't exist in this world, if she did, he wouldn't let go of her, regardless of whether she already had a husband!

.......

At three in the morning, it was still very dark outside. Tan Jiashu, who had been told to rest by his parents all day yesterday and had taken a two-hour nap by his father, had only just fallen asleep.

But then, Tan Jiashu, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by a series of urgent phone calls.

The man was still dazed when he sat up, but the bedroom lights automatically turned on as he did so.

Who understands the pain of being woken up in the middle of the night? At that moment, Tan Jiashu wished he could amputate his phone.

Especially when he blinked for a long time and saw that the time on the screen was 3:10 a.m.!

If Tan Jiashu hadn't seen the caller was his steady brother Xie Chenzhou the next second, he would have smashed the phone into eight pieces long ago.

Unlike Tan Jiashu, who has a nightlife, Xie Chenzhou, his childhood friend and brother, has always had a regular schedule.

Unless it's for work, or even just social engagements, I try not to stay up late, let alone wake up at that time to contact others.

For Xie Chenzhou, staying up late at night is a waste of life and is highly inadvisable.

Given Xie Chenzhou's long-standing reputation, Tan Jiashu's initial anger was replaced by doubt and worry, and he answered the phone.

"Old Xie, what's wrong with you staying up so late?"

Tan Jiashu started by calling him Lao Xie, but then felt something was off.

As a result, after he finished speaking, Xie Chenzhou on the other end of the phone immediately began to refute his form of address, his tone serious and unquestionable.

"Don't call me Lao Xie. I'm younger than you, and only three years, four months, and twelve days older than Miaomiao..."

Xie Chenzhou's rebuttal was almost thoughtless; he only realized what he had said after he finished speaking.

This answer not only stunned him, but also completely baffled Tan Jiashu.

Xie Chenzhou's brain is really sharp. I didn't expect that even though he had clearly rejected his sister, he could still remember the age difference between the two so accurately.

Even the smallest fraction is accurate?

But when did he ever mention his sister's birthday to Xie Chenzhou? He has absolutely no recollection of it.

While Tan Jiashu was completely bewildered, Xie Chenzhou was even more shocked by his own slip of the tongue.

Those numbers seemed etched into his bones, appearing automatically without his conscious thought, just like the figure in his dream that fascinated him, already deeply ingrained in his marrow.

In the instant I came to my senses, a strange feeling welled up inside me.

The lingering sense of loss and the dull ache of despair from the possibility of never seeing each other again had quietly dissipated somewhat.

Perhaps, perhaps he could try, try to get closer to this girl named Tan Miaomiao, and see if she really was the "Miaomiao" he had been longing for.

"By the way, you have a really good memory. But why are you calling me so late at night?"

Tan Jiashu suppressed his doubts, his tone carrying the irritability of someone who hadn't slept well. No one would be happy to be woken up from a deep sleep.

"It's nothing, I just had a nightmare and it made me think of you, my good brother."

Xie Chenzhou quickly regained his composure, his tone returning to its usual indifference. After speaking, he hung up the phone directly, not giving Tan Jiashu a chance to ask further questions.

But after hanging up the phone, Xie Chenzhou found that he could no longer fall asleep.

He sat on the sofa in the study, his obsession growing wildly like weeds, making him restless.

He had to see her, immediately, right away.

At four o'clock in the morning, Xie Chenzhou's car had already quietly driven to the outside of the Tan family villa.

He turned off the car lights, leaned back in the driver's seat, and stared intently at the direction of the third floor of the villa. Among his few memories of Tan Miaomiao were some of the things Tan Jiashu had once said.

"Our bedroom was decided by a duel, but you know I'm the older brother, so I chose the second floor, and my sister chose the third floor..."

At this moment, Xie Chenzhou was like a lurking beast, restraining all his madness and patiently waiting for his prey to appear.

The winter wind blew in through the cracks in the car window, carrying a biting chill, but Xie Chenzhou didn't feel cold at all.

His fingertips repeatedly caressed the steering wheel, his eyes swirling with obsessive infatuation and restrained madness; he could even imagine what the girl in his dream looked like when she was fast asleep.

Just thinking about it makes my heart pound so hard it feels like it's going to burst out of my chest.

But nothing was settled yet, and it was still early, so he could only sit quietly, watching the night gradually fade and the light of day slowly appear. A strange, tense, and suffocating feeling gradually gripped him.

He didn't know if the Tan Miaomiao he was about to meet was the girl from his dreams, the one he was obsessed with to the point of madness. But he knew clearly that if she wasn't, all the better; but if she was…

He had no idea what kind of bottom-line things he would do to get her.