“Yes, there is someone—but…” Liu E wore a worried expression as she gazed at the crowd passing by the wedding car.

In the end, she hadn’t seen anything unusual at all. Seeing her daughter in such a state, she could only pull her close and softly ask, “Qing Qing, are you all right? Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Maybe… maybe I should call Zhang Yang and we can head to the hospital first?”

The driver and the bridesmaid both nodded in agreement. “Yes, yes, yes—let’s go to the hospital first.”

“No! I don’t want to go to the hospital! I don’t want to go to the hospital!”

Just moments ago, Liu Qingqing had been huddled in her mother’s arms, but now she suddenly wriggled free, opened her eyes, and said excitedly.

The driver and the bridesmaid exchanged glances, neither of them saying another word.

Only Liu E looked at her daughter with deep concern. “Qing Qing, are you… are you really all right? You really don’t want to go to the hospital? What happened just now…”

“I just had a sudden flash of blurred vision—it’s nothing. There’s no need to go to the hospital,” Liu Qingqing replied, shaking her head firmly with a pale, bloodless little face, then lifting her eyes to look ahead, toward the spot where that man had appeared a moment earlier.

There were still plenty of people there.

But it seemed that Ming Kai’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Could it really have been her imagination after all?

There was no such man at all—Ming Kai had long since died, completely and utterly.

How could he possibly come back to haunt them now?

Liu Qingqing pondered this quietly, her heart gradually settling.

After wiping the sweat from her forehead, she let out a long sigh of relief. First, she told the driver to hand over the car’s surveillance footage once they got out, then she picked up her phone and sent a message to two people: her aunt Liu Qinxin and her uncle Ming Shuo.

The wording was slightly different for each.

To Liu Qinxin she wrote: “Auntie, how are you and Jiajia and Lai Lai doing? Something’s off here—I’ve already seen that dead ghost, Ming Kai, twice in a row. We’re on our way to the wedding now; I’ll tell you the full details later when I have time.”

To Ming Shuo it was much simpler: “Uncle, I think I saw Ming Kai again!”

Almost instantly came the reply: “Who?”

Liu Qingqing took a deep breath and typed firmly on her phone: “Ming Kai—the dead Ming Kai! Right on my way to the hotel. He’s still looking at me just like before! No—he’s still staring right at me! Uncle, I’m not imagining it this time; he really did appear! I swear on my life!”

There was an immediate silence on the other end.

But Liu Qingqing quickly sent another message: “Uncle, I’m not lying! I really did see him! This whole thing is really strange. I even feel like Ming Kai… he…”

She didn’t stop typing—she just deleted everything she’d written afterward.

The words she deliberately erased were: “Could it be that he never really died? Uncle, what if there’s a chance he’s still alive out there? That he’s quietly watching us from some corner of this world?”

But she ultimately didn’t send those words.

It wasn’t that she lacked the courage to send them.

Nor was it that she didn’t want to.

It was simply that some things… well, maybe they shouldn’t be said—especially in front of that man. It’s always far better to leave a layer of mystery between you and him than to tear it open all at once.

After all, it’s precisely because people feel fear that they take action.

End of Chapter 246: Counterattack 173