Outside the door stood two police officers.
They presented their credentials and stated their purpose.
“We suspect Wei Guang is a suspect in an attempted murder case and need him to undergo DNA testing.”
Wei Guang? Murder case?
The production team was stunned.
Aili looked at the director, bewildered, and asked, “Is this another one of your arranged activities?”
The director quickly waved his hands, “Of course not.”
Impersonating a police officer is illegal!
He wanted the show to go viral, not to involve the police!
“Officers, you must have made a mistake!” The director proactively poured two glasses of water, trying to get closer, “There are about a hundred people in our production team, and I know them all. I can guarantee no one here is surnamed Wei—”
Wait.
What was Boss Wei’s surname again?
Right, he’s surnamed Wei!
He… he’s actually a murderer!
The director trembled in fear and immediately pointed at Boss Wei, “He wouldn’t be the person you’re looking for, would he—”
Before he could finish, a scream rang out not far away.
Following the sound, they saw Boss Wei pick up a small knife used for peeling apples from the table and press it against Aili’s neck.
His gaze was fierce, completely shedding the facade of an elegant businessman.
He threatened everyone, “Don’t anyone come closer! Or I’ll kill her!”
“!!!”
Aili, who was being held hostage, looked bewildered and hadn’t yet processed what was happening.
What’s going on…
She was just standing at the door, quite far from Wei Guang.
It felt like someone had pushed her, shoving her over here.
Only when the coldness of the blade touched her skin did she realize the reality of the situation.
She was being held hostage!
“Don’t kill me…” Aili felt her blood run cold, her hands and feet freezing, “Let me go, if you want money, I’ll give it to you! My father has money…”
Wei Guang was already tense, and hearing Aili’s clamoring only irritated him further.
Veins bulged on his temples as he pressed the knife harder.
“Quiet! Say another word, and I’ll cut you!”
The production team panicked, forgetting to cut off the live stream, and hurriedly ran behind the police for protection.
With a hostage in the assailant’s hands, the police couldn’t act rashly and could only negotiate with Wei Guang.
Wei Guang’s eyes were bloodshot, “Get me a car! Now! Or I’ll kill her!”
“Alright. Give him the car, leave the keys in the ignition.”
Qi Heng took the initiative to hand over his car keys and slowly walked toward Wei Guang.
Wei Guang remained vigilant toward the police, cautiously taking the keys.
Now!
Qi Heng narrowed his eyes and raised his foot, aiming to kick the knife out of Wei Guang’s hand.
But when a person is cornered, their alertness is heightened.
Qi Heng didn’t succeed and only angered Wei Guang further.
Wei Guang’s nostrils flared as he raised the knife high, “Damn it, trying to trick me! I’ll cut off one of her fingers right now!”
Aili’s eyes were swollen from crying.
She closed her eyes in despair, praying for someone to save her.
—“Take me instead.”
Three words rang out not far away.
Aili opened her eyes and saw it was Qin Wanyin.
Wei Guang: “What did you say!”
“I said, take me instead,” Qin Wanyin replied. “I’m the one who called the police. Why trouble someone else? I’ll be your hostage.”
The entire room was stunned.
Qin Wanyin must be crazy!
This isn’t acting—this is a real murderer. How dare she offer to take someone else’s place?
【Did I hear that right?!】
【Qin Wanyin’s image just skyrocketed!】
【Tch, just building her persona!】
【Build your mother! Would you risk your life to build a persona? Trolls who smear Qin Wanyin better watch out—you might earn money but not live to spend it!】
Since Aili’s neck was slashed, no one would doubt this was part of the script.
If it were anyone else, it could still be dismissed as a publicity stunt, but Aili comes from a wealthy family with mining interests and is the only child of the Ai family. If she wanted fame, she had many ways to achieve it.
There was no need to resort to such extreme measures for attention.
This made it all the more surprising that Qin Wanyin, who usually had no interaction with Aili, would step forward at this moment!
Wei Guang narrowed his eyes dangerously. “You called the police? Don’t try any tricks.”
Qin Wanyin replied, “Kidnapping her is useless. You should kidnap me instead. Do you know who’s in charge here?”
She pointed at Qi Heng. “Qi Heng is the investor of this show, which means he’s the boss here. Do you know what I am to him? I’m his most important person!”
Wei Guang sneered, “Who are you trying to fool? Didn’t you hear him say earlier that he doesn’t like you and prefers Liu Yiyi?”
Qin Wanyin smiled. “Things like affection are the most worthless. You can ask him yourself what our relationship really is.”
Upon hearing this, Liu Yiyi’s heart tightened.
She tugged at Qi Heng’s sleeve and whispered softly, “Ah Heng, it seems Sister Wanyin wants you to publicly acknowledge your marriage. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
For a moment, Qi Heng felt somewhat dazed.
He couldn’t help but feel that the Qin Wanyin before him was both unfamiliar and familiar, overlapping with a figure deep in his memories.
But upon hearing Liu Yiyi’s words, the figure that had almost merged in his memory split apart once again.
It was that dream.
Strangely, for the past week, he had been having a recurring dream.
In the dream, “he” was an unloved Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace.
The emperor had deliberately made him the Crown Prince to pave the way for his favorite concubine’s son, using him as a shield against the attacks of his other brothers.
He lived as if walking on thin ice.
Later, his father arranged a marriage, forcing him to marry a dull Crown Princess. She was dignified, mature beyond her years, well-versed in the teachings for women, and held up as a model of feminine virtue in the capital.
But he didn’t like her.
In his youth, he had fallen in love at first sight with a girl who tamed a wild horse on the hunting grounds.
She was lively and cheerful, free from the rigid dullness of other noble maidens, living like the freest steed on the grasslands.
They fell in love.
To make his beloved his rightful wife, he secretly plotted and built his influence, hoping to become the true future ruler of the country.
Unexpectedly, his father found out.
Without regard for their father-son bond, his father sought to kill him to eliminate any future threats.
But the usually dull and rigid Crown Princess stepped in front of him.
He tried to see the woman’s face clearly.
Yet a thick fog always obscured her features.
Vivid blood spread from her chest, staining her plain silk robes, a shocking sight.
“Ah Heng?”
Liu Yiyi’s voice pulled him out of his reverie.
Qi Heng pinched the bridge of his nose.
Perhaps it was because he had been selecting period drama scripts for Yiyi lately that he kept dreaming of these bizarre scenes.
Shaking off the remnants of the dream, he looked at Qin Wanyin with nothing but disgust.
He had been wondering earlier why Qin Wanyin, who was always so timid, would volunteer to be a hostage.
So it was to force him to acknowledge their marriage.
Qi Heng said coldly, “We have no relationship.”
Qin Wanyin was taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to deny it even now. “But I am—”
Qi Heng cut her off. “I said, we have no relationship. Don’t you understand?”
The atmosphere grew tense and silent.
Wei Guang laughed heartily, tauntingly:
“Did you hear that? He said he has no relationship with you whatsoever.”
“I originally intended to take Liu Yiyi hostage, because even I know Qi Heng cares more about her.”
Qin Wanyin seemed provoked by his words, her eyes welling up with tears that threatened to fall.
She looked up, “Qi Heng, is this truly how you feel?”
As the last word left her lips, a tear slid down her cheek. Her gaze, misty with unshed tears, was different from her usual hysterics—more like a helpless, pitiful little creature.
Qi Heng’s heart trembled.
It was as if that tear had scalded him.
Did she really like him this much?
The feeling was strange. He averted his gaze and let out a low “Mm” from his throat.
“Fine.”
Qin Wanyin gave a bitter smile and wiped away her tears.
“I thought after three years with the company, even if I hadn’t achieved great success, I at least contributed my share of hard work. Yet I never imagined you never truly saw me as one of the company’s artists, and now you even want to terminate my contract…”
“That year, amid the light rain and apricot blossoms, you said I was the future hope of the entertainment industry. But only three years have passed—perhaps it was a mistake from the very beginning! In the end, I was the one who misplaced my trust!”
Wei Guang, watching the drama unfold: “…”
Qi Heng, who had just called off the engagement: “…”
The onlookers, enjoying the spectacle: “…”
Why did this plot seem different from what they had expected?
Was the “relationship” Qin Wanyin was talking about… an employer-employee relationship?17 – Qi Heng Dreams of His Past Life, Wan Yin Skillfully Breaks the Contract
Chapter 17: Qi Heng Dreams of Past Life, Wanyin Cleverly Rescues
Outside the door stood two police officers.
They presented their credentials and stated their purpose.
“We suspect Wei Guang is a suspect in an attempted murder case and need him to undergo DNA testing.”
Wei Guang? Murder case?
The production team was stunned.
Aili looked at the director, bewildered, and asked, “Is this another one of your arranged activities?”
The director quickly waved his hands, “Of course not.”
Impersonating a police officer is illegal!
He wanted the show to go viral, not to involve the police!
“Officers, you must have made a mistake!” The director proactively poured two glasses of water, trying to get closer, “There are about a hundred people in our production team, and I know them all. I can guarantee no one here is surnamed Wei—”
Wait.
What was Boss Wei’s surname again?
Right, he’s surnamed Wei!
He… he’s actually a murderer!
The director trembled in fear and immediately pointed at Boss Wei, “He wouldn’t be the person you’re looking for, would he—”
Before he could finish, a scream rang out not far away.
Following the sound, they saw Boss Wei pick up a small knife used for peeling apples from the table and press it against Aili’s neck.
His gaze was fierce, completely shedding the facade of an elegant businessman.
He threatened everyone, “Don’t anyone come closer! Or I’ll kill her!”
“!!!”
Aili, who was being held hostage, looked bewildered and hadn’t yet processed what was happening.
What’s going on…
She was just standing at the door, quite far from Wei Guang.
It felt like someone had pushed her, shoving her over here.
Only when the coldness of the blade touched her skin did she realize the reality of the situation.
She was being held hostage!
“Don’t kill me…” Aili felt her blood run cold, her hands and feet freezing, “Let me go, if you want money, I’ll give it to you! My father has money…”
Wei Guang was already tense, and hearing Aili’s clamoring only irritated him further.
Veins bulged on his temples as he pressed the knife harder.
“Quiet! Say another word, and I’ll cut you!”
The production team panicked, forgetting to cut off the live stream, and hurriedly ran behind the police for protection.
With a hostage in the assailant’s hands, the police couldn’t act rashly and could only negotiate with Wei Guang.
Wei Guang’s eyes were bloodshot, “Get me a car! Now! Or I’ll kill her!”
“Alright. Give him the car, leave the keys in the ignition.”
Qi Heng took the initiative to hand over his car keys and slowly walked toward Wei Guang.
Wei Guang remained vigilant toward the police, cautiously taking the keys.
Now!
Qi Heng narrowed his eyes and raised his foot, aiming to kick the knife out of Wei Guang’s hand.
But when a person is cornered, their alertness is heightened.
Qi Heng didn’t succeed and only angered Wei Guang further.
Wei Guang’s nostrils flared as he raised the knife high, “Damn it, trying to trick me! I’ll cut off one of her fingers right now!”
Aili’s eyes were swollen from crying.
She closed her eyes in despair, praying for someone to save her.
—“Take me instead.”
Three words rang out not far away.
Aili opened her eyes and saw it was Qin Wanyin.
Wei Guang: “What did you say!”
“I said, take me instead,” Qin Wanyin replied. “I’m the one who called the police. Why trouble someone else? I’ll be your hostage.”
The entire room was stunned.
Qin Wanyin must be crazy!
This isn’t acting—this is a real murderer. How dare she offer to take someone else’s place?
【Did I hear that right?!】
【Qin Wanyin’s image just skyrocketed!】
【Tch, just building her persona!】
【Build your mother! Would you risk your life to build a persona? Trolls who smear Qin Wanyin better watch out—you might earn money but not live to spend it!】
Since Aili’s neck was slashed, no one would doubt this was part of the script.
If it were anyone else, it could still be dismissed as a publicity stunt, but Aili comes from a wealthy family with mining interests and is the only child of the Ai family. If she wanted fame, she had many ways to achieve it.
There was no need to resort to such extreme measures for attention.
This made it all the more surprising that Qin Wanyin, who usually had no interaction with Aili, would step forward at this moment!
Wei Guang narrowed his eyes dangerously. “You called the police? Don’t try any tricks.”
Qin Wanyin replied, “Kidnapping her is useless. You should kidnap me instead. Do you know who’s in charge here?”
She pointed at Qi Heng. “Qi Heng is the investor of this show, which means he’s the boss here. Do you know what I am to him? I’m his most important person!”
Wei Guang sneered, “Who are you trying to fool? Didn’t you hear him say earlier that he doesn’t like you and prefers Liu Yiyi?”
Qin Wanyin smiled. “Things like affection are the most worthless. You can ask him yourself what our relationship really is.”
Upon hearing this, Liu Yiyi’s heart tightened.
She tugged at Qi Heng’s sleeve and whispered softly, “Ah Heng, it seems Sister Wanyin wants you to publicly acknowledge your marriage. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
For a moment, Qi Heng felt somewhat dazed.
He couldn’t help but feel that the Qin Wanyin before him was both unfamiliar and familiar, overlapping with a figure deep in his memories.
But upon hearing Liu Yiyi’s words, the figure that had almost merged in his memory split apart once again.
It was that dream.
Strangely, for the past week, he had been having a recurring dream.
In the dream, “he” was an unloved Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace.
The emperor had deliberately made him the Crown Prince to pave the way for his favorite concubine’s son, using him as a shield against the attacks of his other brothers.
He lived as if walking on thin ice.
Later, his father arranged a marriage, forcing him to marry a dull Crown Princess. She was dignified, mature beyond her years, well-versed in the teachings for women, and held up as a model of feminine virtue in the capital.
But he didn’t like her.
In his youth, he had fallen in love at first sight with a girl who tamed a wild horse on the hunting grounds.
She was lively and cheerful, free from the rigid dullness of other noble maidens, living like the freest steed on the grasslands.
They fell in love.
To make his beloved his rightful wife, he secretly plotted and built his influence, hoping to become the true future ruler of the country.
Unexpectedly, his father found out.
Without regard for their father-son bond, his father sought to kill him to eliminate any future threats.
But the usually dull and rigid Crown Princess stepped in front of him.
He tried to see the woman’s face clearly.
Yet a thick fog always obscured her features.
Vivid blood spread from her chest, staining her plain silk robes, a shocking sight.
“Ah Heng?”
Liu Yiyi’s voice pulled him out of his reverie.
Qi Heng pinched the bridge of his nose.
Perhaps it was because he had been selecting period drama scripts for Yiyi lately that he kept dreaming of these bizarre scenes.
Shaking off the remnants of the dream, he looked at Qin Wanyin with nothing but disgust.
He had been wondering earlier why Qin Wanyin, who was always so timid, would volunteer to be a hostage.
So it was to force him to acknowledge their marriage.
Qi Heng said coldly, “We have no relationship.”
Qin Wanyin was taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to deny it even now. “But I am—”
Qi Heng cut her off. “I said, we have no relationship. Don’t you understand?”
The atmosphere grew tense and silent.
Wei Guang laughed heartily, tauntingly:
“Did you hear that? He said he has no relationship with you whatsoever.”
“I originally intended to take Liu Yiyi hostage, because even I know Qi Heng cares more about her.”
Qin Wanyin seemed provoked by his words, her eyes welling up with tears that threatened to fall.
She looked up, “Qi Heng, is this truly how you feel?”
As the last word left her lips, a tear slid down her cheek. Her gaze, misty with unshed tears, was different from her usual hysterics—more like a helpless, pitiful little creature.
Qi Heng’s heart trembled.
It was as if that tear had scalded him.
Did she really like him this much?
The feeling was strange. He averted his gaze and let out a low “Mm” from his throat.
“Fine.”
Qin Wanyin gave a bitter smile and wiped away her tears.
“I thought after three years with the company, even if I hadn’t achieved great success, I at least contributed my share of hard work. Yet I never imagined you never truly saw me as one of the company’s artists, and now you even want to terminate my contract…”
“That year, amid the light rain and apricot blossoms, you said I was the future hope of the entertainment industry. But only three years have passed—perhaps it was a mistake from the very beginning! In the end, I was the one who misplaced my trust!”
Wei Guang, watching the drama unfold: “…”
Qi Heng, who had just called off the engagement: “…”
The onlookers, enjoying the spectacle: “…”
Why did this plot seem different from what they had expected?
Was the “relationship” Qin Wanyin was talking about… an employer-employee relationship?