Reincarnation: I Married My Ex's Brother

Zhuang Long looked confused.

Why didn't he remember these things?

Zhuang Qilin snorted and said, "I'm telling you this because I hope you understand that my mother loves you."

Zhuang Long was indeed attracted by Zhuang Qilin's words. He frowned and said, "If she really loves me, why did she marry Bruce?"

Zhuang Qilin continued to glare at him.

This…

"I don't know." His voice was muffled and helpless.

Zhuang Long narrowed his eyes and said to Zhuang Qilin, "Your grandmother seems to be calling you."

Zhuang Qilin quickly ran to the kitchen.

Zhuang Long followed him into the house. After entering the house, his gaze paused on the head butler. The head butler felt a chill down his spine.

"Sir, what's the matter?" the chief steward asked.

Zhuang Long pondered for a moment and suddenly said to the head butler, "Come upstairs with me." With that, Zhuang Long turned around and went upstairs. He walked in front, and the head butler followed closely behind. Zhuang Long brought the head butler into his study.

After he entered the house, he said, "Close the door."

The chief steward was puzzled, but he still closed the door obediently.

He looked up and realized that Zhuang Long was staring at him with a sharp gaze.

The chief steward felt nervous and uneasy. He stood obediently in the distance, not daring to speak rashly.

"How many years have you been with me, Gray?"

Zhuang Long's question stumped Gray.

Usually, the master asked such questions because he had something against the person being asked. Gray was in no hurry to answer. Instead, he spent a few minutes thinking about whether he had done anything wrong recently. After confirming that he had done nothing wrong, Chief Steward Gray carefully replied, "I've been by your side since you came to New York."

Seeing that Zhuang Long did not speak, Gray said, "Including this year, it's been thirteen years."

"That long?"

Zhuang Long was a little surprised.

He did not say anything else and just walked around the table and sat down. His study was not big, and he sat there without saying a word. It was so quiet that it made it difficult for Gray to breathe. Gray stood upright and felt uneasy for a moment. Suddenly, he heard Zhuang Long ask, "Gray, do you remember four years ago?"

Gray asked cautiously, "Sir, what are you referring to?"

Zhuang Long reminded him, "Four years ago, when I fought with the former wife." As he spoke, Zhuang Long's seemingly calm gaze kept staring at Gray's face, not missing any detailed reaction.

Gray's pupils shrank, and the muscles on his face suddenly tightened.

Seeing this, Zhuang Long suddenly clenched his fists.

What Qilin said was true!

He had really fought with Xiao Li!

If even Gray remembered this, why didn't he?

Zhuang Long calmly sized up Gray's reaction without revealing any of his emotions.

Gray secretly looked at him, probably wanting to understand Zhuang Long's sudden question. As soon as he looked over, his gaze met Zhuang Long's. Gray was shocked and quickly lowered his head.

Zhuang Long asked, "What's wrong? Don't you remember? Or do you remember but don't dare to say it?"

Gray bowed slightly. "Of course I remember, sir," he said.

"Then tell me what happened that night."

Gray hesitated, not knowing if he should say it.

"Tell me!"

Zhuang Long said a word like a thunderbolt.

Gray trembled and bent even lower. He tried to calm down and revealed the truth of that night in a calm tone. "Sir, I don't know much. We usually rest in the building next door. That night, I heard the young master crying. When I rushed to the hall, you and Madam had already ended the argument."

"Then tell me everything you saw."

"Yes."

There was silence in the study before she heard Gray say in a sighing tone, "I came earlier, but I was also frightened, and I didn't dare to enter the house rashly and blankly. I stood outside the door and saw the scene in the hall. That was the first time I saw Sir like that. You were sitting on the ground, and your entire body was trembling. Madam also seemed to have cried. She hugged you and was consoling you while you tried to make her stay away from you, but Madam never let go of Sir."

"I remember that the young master was wearing skates and crying with a high heel in his hand. On the ground, there was a bottle of broken red wine. You should have fought."

"You calmed down very quickly. You carried Madam and instructed us to tidy up the house before going upstairs. The next morning, Madam woke up early and left the manor with Young Master. My sharp eyes noticed that Madam's neck…"

Gray paused and glanced at Zhuang Long.

Zhuang Long's expression seemed very calm. Seeing that Gray was waiting for him to speak, he nodded and said in a deep voice, "Continue."

Gray said, "There are fingerprints. They were purple."

Zhuang Long was stunned.

According to Gray's description, there were only three people in the living room at that time. He, Xiao Li, and Zhuang Qilin. The fingerprint on Xiao Li's neck was definitely not left by Xiao Li himself, nor was it Zhuang Qilin. He did not have that much strength.

Then the answer was obvious.

Zhuang Long could not help but look down at his fingers.

He could not believe that his hand had almost taken Xiao Li's life.

"What else?"

Gray thought about it and said, "There's nothing else. There's only one strange thing to say."

"Oh?"

Gray said, "When you woke up the next morning, it was as if you couldn't remember what happened the night before…"

Zhuang Long nodded.

He had guessed this situation.

After living for more than thirty years, this was the first time Zhuang Long knew that he was actually a sick person. This illness seemed to be quite serious. Zhuang Long still did not know what illness he had. He had to consult a professional doctor.

"Alright, you can leave."

"Yes, sir."

After Gray left, Zhuang Long called Ji Yinbing.

Ji Yinbing and Yan Nuo had been in Italy for the past few days on a honeymoon. When they received Zhuang Long's call, Ji Yinbing was still taking an afternoon nap. She was sleeping on her stomach. When the phone woke Ji Yinbing up, she was unwilling to open her eyes and reached under the blanket and pillow.

After touching it for a long time, the ringing of the phone almost stopped, but he could not find the phone.

Yan Nuo had already woken up and was handling some documents on the sofa.

He put down his laptop and admired the way Ji Yinbing touched her phone on the bed with her eyes closed. He suddenly threw away his laptop and got up. He stepped on the thick carpet and silently leaned against the bed. Yan Nuo reached under the blanket.

Hence, Ji Yinbing touched Yan Nuo's hand.

She was speechless.