The Double

"Actually, you don’t have to pretend to be obedient, Ah Li," he said.

Jiang Li looked at Jih Heng with some confusion; his tone was too familiar. She could clearly hear that he was calling her "Ah Li," not "Ah Li."

Perhaps from the beginning, he had seen through her, just as she had seen through him.

Jiang Li shrugged: "I’m used to it."

In her past life, she was truly obedient, though it hadn’t brought her any good outcome, but rather a life full of blood and tears, and even dragged her family down. Now, she had become more cautious and careful; hence, impersonating an obedient character was even more effortlessly infiltrating, deeply ingrained in her bones.

Jih Heng always talked about how deeply actors must immerse themselves in their roles; wasn’t she an actor as well? Her face was painted with makeup, hiding her own thoughts, going through endless changes on stage, all while exuding a murderous aura.

Jih Heng looked at her for a while and said, "You should go back." He handed the umbrella to Jiang Li, like a passionate young master who hated to see his beloved suffer the slightest cold.

Jiang Li paused, took the umbrella from his hand, stood up from the stone, and said with a mischievous smile, "Then I thank the Duke very much."