Netizens are speculating about the meaning of Wen Jiu's last two sentences, while fans are leaving a flood of comments in the comment section, asking where Wen Jiu is and telling him not to do anything stupid or scare them.
Of course, there were also many sarcastic and malicious comments, but Qu Feng couldn't see them anymore.
My vision blurred and my ears were ringing.
The moment I looked up at the road, a sharp horn blared and the screeching sound of tires screeching to a halt suddenly filled my ears.
Qu Feng opened his eyes wide, a bright light flashing before his eyes.
His world was now a blank.
He woke up convulsing, and Qu Feng trembled as he tore open his collar, breathing heavily.
In a self-destructive way, I forced myself to recall the scene before I died.
Although he could not know what happened after his death, whether anyone cleared his name, whether evidence was found that the person in the video was not Wen Jiu... and who the person behind it all really was.
But he still went through all the scenes frame by frame and was certain that he had seen Gu Xun's eyes before he died.
A black sedan drove past on the right just before the truck crashed into it.
The car window rolled down, and Qu Feng saw the man in the shadows of the back seat.
In a flash, the man's indifferent gaze turned to this side, the scar on his left eye particularly noticeable.
Qu Feng opened his eyes and suddenly realized that the other party was clearly heading towards the East Sea!
Qu Feng clenched his fist and pounded the steering wheel twice, cursing himself for being slow-witted, and then dialed Feng Chi's number directly.
" President Feng, is Xiaojiu next to you?"
Feng Chi glanced at Wen Jiu, who was filming on set, without making a sound, and raised his hand to signal the makeup artist to stop touching up her makeup.
"You say."
" Gu Xun is definitely not simple!" Qu Feng took a deep breath and tried to explain clearly, "I saw him a moment before my car accident. At that time, he had a scar about two inches long on his left eye, and he was heading towards the East Sea!"
"Although I don't know why his appearance changed, my intuition is right," Qu Feng said. "I suspect that Gu Xun was the mastermind behind the previous life."
Feng Chi lowered his eyes and remained silent without responding.
After Wen Jiu drowned, he remained there without finding any suspicious individuals.
But he had indeed seen the man with the scar that Qu Feng mentioned.
His face was cold and hard, his features sharp and wild, and the scar on his left eye gave him the dangerous feeling of a ruthless killer.
His laughter is insane, and every move he makes is deadly.
Like a demon with a blood debt, returned from hell.
But Feng Chi will only be crazier than him.
After Wen Jiu's death, Feng Chi fought him twice.
After taking revenge on everyone who had harmed Wen Jiu, Feng Chi lost all patience and, with a mindset of mutual destruction, blew up his lair.
In the end, he unexpectedly survived.
The Feng Chi, but I don't want to live.
That day, Feng Chi sat quietly on the beach for an entire afternoon, dragging his battered and bruised body.
At the moment the moonlight reflected on the sea—
Finally, I was completely overwhelmed by the overflowing sorrow.
After entering the sea, Feng Chi kept chasing the reflections of the stars. He walked very fast, afraid that if he was even a little slower, he would miss the opportunity.
But his movements became increasingly sluggish, the seawater pressing on his heart and lungs, squeezing every inch of his flesh and blood.
Even if he were to be reborn, Feng Chi would never forget that feeling of chasing after illusions.
Only after seawater entered her throat did she close her eyes, open her arms, and carefully embrace the Star.
Feng Chi finally caught up with his god by risking his life.
The waves swallowed him, just as they swallowed the Star.
--This is an ending that the madman will never deserve; only he can die together with the boy he loves.
"The person you're talking about should be Pei Xu, the illegitimate son of the Pei Family," Feng Chi said to Qu Feng on the other end of the phone, walking to a corner. "... now Gu Xun."
Qu Feng was a little confused.
Judging from Feng Chi's tone, he must have known about it.
Qu Feng: " Pei Xu?"
Is that Pei Xu, the deranged serial killer who murdered his father, mother, and brother?
Back then, the Pei Family family case was known throughout the city, and everyone thought the murderer had been caught and punished as he deserved.
How could it be him?!
not to mention--
" Xiaojiu has absolutely no connection with him, she doesn't even know him, okay?"
Feng Chi didn't want to recall the other person's blood-covered face and triumphant, crazed expression before death, and said coldly, "How should I know?"
Qu Feng:... I'm sorry, he was being presumptuous.
Qu Feng: "So what are your plans now?"
"We can't let this interfere with A-Jiu's filming. We'll wait until it wraps up." The man turned to the side, a cold glint flashing in his dark eyes. "I want his life."
Qu Feng had never felt that Bigshot Feng's tone was so warm and pleasant as he did now.
I feel incredibly safe!
"Okay, President Feng, please feel free to contact me if you need anything." Qu Feng leaned back in the driver's seat, pulling out a few tissues to wipe his sweat. "You're busy."
At the same time, Gu Xun instructed his subordinates, "This identity can no longer be used. You are all on standby at the film studio, ready to act at any opportunity."
"Yes, Boss."
"Wait a minute." Gu Xun pondered for a moment, then, as if remembering something, suddenly changed his mind and said, "Let's wait until filming wraps up."
"... OK."
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In the hotel room, Wen Jiu had finished washing up and was lying on her pillow reading a script, holding Xiao Feng Chi in her arms, with the background music of a novel playing in her ears.
Seeing the description of Mu Xiao's suppressed grief after Wen Yan's death, Wen Jiu couldn't help but tear up.
After turning the page, the sound of running water in the shower stopped.
" Feng Chi, Mu Xiao is having a really tough time," Wen Jiu said to him. "His lover is dead, and he can't go with him."
Instead, they need to carry the unfulfilled dreams of the young emperor and move forward with difficulty and loneliness.
We've witnessed dynastic changes and grown old in a golden Prosperous Age.
Wen Jiu rubbed her eyes, then suddenly remembered. " Feng Chi, how did you die in your past life?"
She even said things like, "That world doesn't have him, I don't want him"—such cheesy love talk.
At that time Wen Jiu was still embarrassed and annoyed, thinking that the other party was teasing him again, but when he saw Mu Xiao after Wen Yan's death, Wen Jiu's heart felt as if it was being silently clenched.
It seemed as if there was something he had deliberately ignored.
What is it?
Suddenly, a warm, damp sensation came from my ankle, and a warm, moist body pressed down on me forcefully.
Wen Jiu instinctively kicked her legs, turned around, and looked up.
Why are you touching your dad? Trying to scare someone to death!
After saying that, Wen Jiu was stunned.
Feng Chi had just finished bathing; her hair was still dripping wet, and her eyes were damp. She casually looked down at him, the red mole at the corner of her eye translucent and alluring, radiating a startlingly vibrant color.
Her thin lips were slightly pursed, looking incredibly rosy and kissable.
Wen Jiu swallowed, her gaze slowly shifting downwards.
Water slid across the man's pale skin, flowing down his Adam's apple, across his well-defined chest and abdomen, and then gradually penetrating deeper into his belly...
When Wen Xiaojiu and Feng Xiaochi met warmly, her cheeks flushed.
My rare moment of brilliance completely shut down, leaving my mind blank.
"You, you, you, you..." Wen Jiu snatched her foot from the man's grasp, her face flushed as she cursed, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"
Feng Chi braced himself on either side of him, completely enveloping the other in his shadow, his breath hot and intimidating.
She parted her thin lips slightly, deliberately softening her voice to whisper in his ear, "I want..."
Wen Jiu's fingertips trembled slightly. Just as he was about to tell him to stop fooling around because he had to get up early to film tomorrow, his right hand was grabbed.
Wen Jiu lowered her head, listening to him lazily pleading with her, "You help me."
Wen Jiu:...
Wen Jiu glanced at Feng Xiaochi, and thought, "Good heavens, that can't be called Feng Xiaochi!"
Embarrassed to admit her earlier thoughts, Wen Jiu turned her head away, cursing, "Couldn't you just say what you were thinking all at once?!"
"If you want it, then go ahead. Why aren't you dressed? Are you an exhibitionist?"
"Show-off and always so frivolous, never doing anything proper!"
Seeing through the situation but saying nothing, Feng Chi leaned closer, his thin lips brushing against the boy's earlobe, and chuckled softly, "Is it okay?"
"Husband?"
"..."