“As Sisha’s words fell, Nie Wuming’s pupils suddenly contracted.
Not to mention Sisha, even Yewanan appeared puzzled.
What was the meaning behind Sisha’s words? Betting on Lingmiao’s life…
Didn’t Lingmiao die many years ago?
The smile on Nie Wuming’s face faded, and after a long time, he finally spoke to Sisha, “What do you mean by this? Lingmiao is already dead.”
Hearing this, Sisha’s lips curled slightly, with a mysterious smile. “Is she really dead? So, do you want to bet?”
“Sisha, stop spreading nonsense here! What are you up to?” Yewanan scolded Sisha.
Lingmiao’s death was a fact, but now Sisha was joking about it.
“What’s the rush?” Sisha stared at Nie Wuming. “In your heart, Lingmiao is already dead, but… if you’re willing to assist me in exchange, I can bring Lingmiao back from the underworld and let you stay by her side, how about that?”
At this moment, the patriarch and matriarch of the Nie family exchanged glances. Could it be that Lingmiao hadn’t really died?
If she hadn’t died, then Nie Wuming wouldn’t have to live in hatred and regret.
“So, you’re saying that Lingmiao isn’t dead, and you know where she is,” Nie Wuming composed himself.
“Correct, and I believe you, Nie Wuming, won’t refuse this exchange,” Sisha said.
“Big brother, please don’t fall for this. Lingmiao has long been gone!” Yewanan pleaded with Nie Wuming.
Nie Wuming nodded, not saying much.
“Sisha, if you say Lingmiao isn’t dead, do you have any evidence? Show it to everyone,” Yewanan sneered.
“Want to see evidence?” Sisha smirked and took out her phone, tossing it to Yewanan.
Yewanan caught the phone and examined the photos on it.
It was a hospital room, but it wasn’t clear which hospital. On the hospital bed lay a pale-faced girl with closed eyes—undoubtedly Lingmiao.
“Lingmiao…!” Nie Wuming furrowed his brows.
“What do you think?” Sisha asked from the side.
“It’s a worthless piece of evidence,” Yewanan scoffed at Sisha. “Brother, this is fake.”
“Fake?” Nie Wuming was puzzled.
“Yes, it’s obviously manipulated, definitely fake,” Yewanan said.
“Right, with your confirmation, I can see it’s fake,” Nie Wuming agreed after a moment, fixing his icy gaze on Sisha. “Are you trying to deceive me…”
“What? You can’t even tell if these photos are real or fake? No problem, there’s a video inside. You can watch it yourself,” Sisha said.
As Sisha spoke, Yewanan opened the video.
It was still the same hospital as in the photos. Lingmiao was lying on the hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if asleep.
“If the photos were photoshopped, the video should prove it,” Sisha said.
Before Nie Wuming could speak, Yewanan hurriedly said, “It’s fake!”
Upon hearing this, Sisha’s brows furrowed slightly.
“This is a synthesized video, all post-production. It’s too fake. Back in my days in Huaguo, I was a top talent agent, and I know about these types of videos. This is just ordinary special effects,” Yewanan declared.
“Nonsense, can’t you tell?” Sisha retorted.
“Of course, I can tell. These photos are fake, I can guarantee it,” Yewanan said, looking at Sisha and speaking firmly.”