Chapter 61: What Kind of Feeling
"I do." Yang Jiabo answered without hesitation.
"Do you know the exact time of his accident?"
"Yes. In my dream, I saw him carrying mooncakes and cooked food. I called a friend and asked, Zhang Wei was supposed to go home for Mid-Autumn Festival this year."
Zhang Wei’s accident happened on Mid-Autumn Festival, which was why Yang Jiabo remembered it so clearly. The friend who had told him about it back then said Zhang Wei had been on his way home for the reunion dinner when the accident occurred right at the entrance of his neighborhood.
"Tell me the details of your dream carefully." Wei Jing opened his notebook and began recording everything meticulously. Though Yang Jiabo’s account was disjointed, Wei Jing noted it all down with great care. "Since we know the time and place, leave this matter to me."
"What are you going to do? Do you actually believe what I said?" Yang Jiabo clutched his phone tightly, his heart pounding. Did Wei Jing discover his secret?
"Jiajia." Wei Jing sighed. "I don’t believe in past lives or reincarnation, but there are many mysteries in this world that can’t be explained. Since you can’t let it go, I’ll just find someone to keep an eye on him around Mid-Autumn Festival to make sure nothing happens. You should focus on living your own life and stop worrying about others all the time."
Wei Jing was a materialist. When it came to Yang Jiabo’s recent nightmares, he was more inclined to trust Luo Lixin’s diagnosis. But to put Yang Jiabo’s mind at ease, he didn’t mind going the extra mile.
"Brother, thank you. But there’s no need to trouble yourself like this. I’ll go check on him that day, that’s the only way I’ll feel at ease." Since it was something he could handle himself, Yang Jiabo didn’t want to burden Wei Jing, though he was deeply moved by his concern.
"Don’t be so polite with me. Weren’t you the one who helped my grandma plant saffron?" Wei Jing smiled faintly, twirling the pen in his hand.
"Yeah, but I think I can manage this on my own. There’s no need to hire someone." Yang Jiabo insisted.
"At least let someone go with you, so you can watch out for each other if anything happens." Wei Jing frowned as he checked his schedule. He knew how stubborn Yang Jiabo could be once he made up his mind.
What Wei Jing didn’t realize was that his concern for Yang Jiabo had long crossed normal boundaries. He always wanted to protect Yang Jiabo, shield him from harm, and ensure no one could take advantage of him. He wasn’t even this attentive to his own younger brother, Wei Feng. He simply thought Yang Jiabo was sensitive and fragile, needing extra care.
"I know. I’ll ask Yang Qing to come with me."
Wei Jing hung up the phone and saw Ren Boying sitting across from him. "Brother Ren, perfect timing. I need to go home for Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Is it because of Yang Jiabo again?" Ren Boying frowned.
"It’s been years since I last went home for the festival." Wei Jing avoided a direct answer.
"Aren’t you a little too invested in his affairs? How’s Wei Feng doing lately?"
"That kid is tough as nails, he could crawl his way out of a desert if you dropped him there. He just finished training and went straight on a mission. No idea when he’ll be back. Jiajia and Wei Feng are both like little brothers to me."
"Is that really all there is to it?" Ren Boying stood up. "Fine, go if you must. Just make sure your work is in order before you leave."
"Don’t worry." Wei Jing frowned, wondering what Ren Boying had meant by that.
When Mid-Autumn Festival arrived, Yang Jiabo prepared everything for the family celebration early, then took Yang Qing to wait near the intersection close to Zhang Wei’s home. Since he didn’t know the exact time, the two of them could only wander around aimlessly. Yang Qing had no idea what his brother was thinking - skipping dinner prep on such an important holiday just to loiter on the streets.
"Brother, shouldn’t you be home getting dinner ready? What are we even doing here?" Yang Qing was on the verge of losing his patience.
"I’ve already taken care of most of it. Dad will handle the rest." Yang Jiabo replied absentmindedly.
"Then can you at least tell me what we’re waiting for?" Yang Qing was convinced his brother had left his brain at home.
"He’s waiting for me." Wei Jing’s voice came from behind them, startling both.
"Oh, so it was for Brother Wei! Could’ve just said so, no need to be so secretive." Yang Qing rolled his eyes in realization.
"We still have things to do. You go back and help with dinner." Yang Jiabo shooed Yang Qing away before turning to Wei Jing. "Why are you here?"
"Came back for the festival." Wei Jing answered casually.
"I see." Yang Jiabo nodded.
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