Chapter 11: The Butterfly Effect
After thinking about it for half a second, I came to the conclusion: as any person with a normal IQ, for the sake of his reputation and personal safety, he would not do such as framing his sister, drugged his brother-in-law, and stealing company secrets.
And there is no doubt that I am a person with a normal IQ and a stable mind - although I was not very healthy emotionally and physically before I crossed over, even if I was not healthy, I would not do the things He Chengyun did.
From this, I think I can deduce an almost obvious conclusion, that is, He Chengyun is likely to have a more serious mental illness.
But this conclusion is of little use to me, because at this moment, a very serious problem lies in front of me: because of what I did (uprightly), He Chengyun did not agree to Xu Hanche's conditions, let alone enter the palace of marriage with him, so they did not have the conditions for marriage first and love later; Even if Xu Hanche is an extremely principled person, it is impossible for him to be loyal to a woman who has neither feelings nor a marriage contract with him.
And as soon as I crossed over, for the purpose of "letting Xu Hanche die to He Chengyun earlier", I directly told him the truth ten years ago and ended the deception of him ahead of schedule; In the future, it is impossible for me to do things like "harming people's wives, poisoning people, and cutting off people's financial routes" when I am sober. After all, Xu Hanche and I have no grievances, and we may have to work together in the future.
So the problem is, if there are no other external factors, according to this trend, Xu Hanche will most likely neither die to He Chengyun nor be tempted by He Chengyun.
I looked at the silver-white patterned wooden bookshelves in He Chengyun's room, neatly lined with psychology-related books and hardcover essays, and the pale pink ceiling adorned with elaborate white crystal lamps. There was a small lamp at the head of her bed, small and cute, with two glowing rabbit ears on it; On the balcony with delicate lace curtains, several pots of roses bloom quietly under the watchful care of their owners.
Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but think of my bedroom from my previous life. The desk is extremely wide and long, with stacks of materials and documents displayed on it; Books were piled up on the bedside table, and there were a variety of books, including fantasy novels sent by friends, famous classics recommended by customers, but there were no prose books that He Chengyun loved.
There was a box under my desk that contained a large bag of instant coffee, a large box of black tea from a business partner, and all sorts of pills in the days before I crossed over. The whole room has almost no furnishings, no decoration, if it is a little more tidy, it will look like a hotel room.
He Chengyun and I are completely different people, so it stands to reason that we will make completely different decisions, and those decisions will lead to completely different outcomes.
So before, I thought that by confessing the truth to Xu Hanche ten years ago, and by confessing "me" to He Chengyun, I wanted to make the world develop like the original novel while repairing the relationship with He Chengyun, which was simply wishful thinking.
It dawned on me that when I first came into the world, the information about the characters in the novel that poured into my head was not comprehensive, or even accurate. And the future development of this world is not static - as I or other characters make different behaviors and decisions than in the original novel, the direction of events will also change.
Looking at the roses swaying in the wind outside the window, I couldn't help but sigh: I could only take one step at a time.