Chapter 405
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Chapter 405: Every Word I Say Is True
Life is like riding a bicycle; you never know when you’ll hit a bump and fall.
Bai Wei remained silent.
Perhaps he had never encountered such a crisis in his entire life, yet ironically, this predicament was entirely his own doing.
He began to suspect whether the angel sculpture had anticipated this moment and deliberately left Honest Feather in his care. Maybe the sculptor had envisioned this scene, rolling on their bed in laughter, delighted at the chaos they had wrought.
Darn.
Honest Feather wasn’t entirely uncooperative, but using it came with costs. Bai Wei quickly realized that attempting to lie would be pointless—it would easily backfire and expose him.
After much thought, he decided ignorance was the best strategy. If he didn’t answer, he couldn’t lie. By not lying, he could maintain his integrity as an honest and upright man.
The less he spoke, the fewer mistakes he would make. Remaining silent seemed like the safest option.
A famous line from a Hong Kong movie echoed in his mind: “You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” The memory of the scene made him chuckle bitterly. The criminal in the movie leaned back in his chair, smirking as he invoked his right to remain silent.
At this moment, Bai Wei found himself adopting the same stance: You can ask, but I won’t answer.
Michelle, ever observant, noticed his reticence. She waited for a minute without a response, her brows furrowing as she realized her question had touched upon something deeply hidden within him.
Leaning closer to Yagyū Simozi, she whispered something. Simozi hesitated briefly before nodding.
“I’ll check the area for anything unusual,” Simozi said.
Hatsurai Wagaizuma immediately chimed in, “I’ll go with you… The Great Ax can come too.”
The orange tabby shook its head, exhaled deeply, and ignored the overly enthusiastic woman.
Bai Wei nodded indifferently, watching as the group dispersed.
When the others were out of earshot, Michelle turned to Bai Wei. Removing her earrings, she introduced herself with a slight bow.
“Hello, I am Michelle Hope.”
Bai Wei inwardly sighed. He had heard this self-introduction countless times before.
Responding with a polite fist salute, he said, “I am Bai Wei, from the Ming Country, currently residing in Yingzhou.”
Michelle studied him intently. “There was something earlier that didn’t seem suitable for them to hear…”
Bai Wei hesitated but finally admitted, “There are some matters better left unsaid. They bring no benefit and are unnecessary.”
Michelle tilted her head curiously. “So, Mr. Bai, do you really know me?”
“Yes, I know you, Michelle Hope,” Bai Wei replied evenly.
“How do you know me?” she pressed. “I don’t think I’m that famous.”
Bai Wei crossed his arms, remaining silent.
“Why can’t you answer this question?” Michelle asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Because I don’t feel like answering it,” Bai Wei said with a slight shrug. “Even though I know you, this is our first meeting. It’s not polite to pry too much.”
Michelle’s lips quirked into a small smile. “So, Mr. Bai is being shy?”
“No,” Bai Wei replied firmly.
But Michelle couldn’t shake the strange familiarity she felt. Bai Wei’s demeanor, his careful denials, and his mysterious air—it all made her wonder. Could he really be…?
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of hope and doubt. She wanted it to be true, yet the circumstances felt inappropriate. Still, the opportunity was too precious to let slip.
Searching for needles in haystacks came to mind. If this man was truly Mr. Devil, and if he refused to reveal himself, she might never uncover the truth—even in decades.
Michelle decided to test him. If he were Mr. Devil, there would be things only he could know.
“When did you first hear of me?” she asked.
“A month or two ago,” Bai Wei answered cautiously.
“What about the specific time?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Why do you know about me?” she continued.
Bai Wei deflected. “…Skip.”
“After the gray tide, have you ever left Yingzhou?”
“Never,” he replied honestly. “My body hasn’t left, though my mind occasionally logs in remotely. I’ve never physically traveled to Europa.”
Michelle frowned, confused. Mr. Devil had an in-depth understanding of Europa’s culture. How could Bai Wei possess such knowledge if he’d never been there?
“But Mr. Bai speaks Europa fluently,” she pointed out.
“I taught myself. I’m fascinated by Europa and its golden trees,” Bai Wei explained. “I practiced the language, and with time, I became fluent.”
Michelle pressed on, “Do you know much about Europa’s history?”
“Yes,” Bai Wei admitted. “I’ve studied it extensively. It interests me.”
Michelle’s confusion deepened. She decided to change tactics.
“What about me, Mr. Bai? Do you understand my personal preferences?”
“I know a little… You like meat,” he replied.
Michelle chuckled. “I used to be plain—braided hair, glasses… You know the look.”
Bai Wei smirked. “Plenty of girls in Yingzhou dress like that. Nothing unusual.”
Michelle wasn’t ready to give up. Her intuition screamed that Bai Wei was hiding something.
“Mr. Bai,” she said, her tone sharp, “you mustn’t lie. Honest Feather won’t let you.”
Bai Wei’s eyes widened as she held up the dim feather in her palm.
The game had just gotten much more complicated.
