After the poor daughter was exposed: bigwigs from all walks of life went crazy

When the first snow arrived, the wind was so whistling that it hurt people's ears, and only dry branches were left of the tall maple trees on both sides of the school's cultural corridor.

After class, the students wore their winter school uniforms, pulled their scarves tighter, and quickened their pace to go home.

The rooftop of the teaching building, which had been silent for a long time, was now filled with wailing sounds.

Chu Qing's face was cold, and with her eyes slightly lowered, she swiftly dealt with a few minions who were about to pounce on her.

She just wanted to get it over with quickly as she had to go to the cram school to meet Xie Yu later.

She lied to him and said she was here to see a friend, so she couldn't stay too long.

At a crowded intersection, two female students were rubbing their red, frozen hands and discussing in low voices.

"Have you heard? There's a fight on the rooftop..."

"No way, those people in our school have been quiet for such a long time, why did they suddenly start again? Who started this?"

"I don't know. It's still the same few people."

"..."

The green light came on and people started moving again, but Xie Yu, who was pushing his bicycle, was the only one standing there in a daze.

He heard the conversation between the two people clearly, and when he thought about how Chu Qing had just suddenly sent him away with the excuse of having something to do, a bad premonition instantly came to his mind.

Xie Yu parked his bicycle on the side of the road and ran towards the school like crazy.

Around his neck was still the black scarf that Chu Qing had knitted for him. The cold wind whistled in his ears, and the scarf fluttered in the wind until it fell off.

"Classmate, your scarf!"

An Yue picked up the scarf that fell at her feet in the crowd, looked back and saw a tall figure hurriedly leaving.

Seeing this, she had no choice but to hand her schoolbag to her best friend, picked up her scarf and chased after him.

The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer. When they reached the corner of the stairs, An Yue realized that the person who dropped the scarf was actually Xie Yu.

Normally at school, Xie Yu was always steady and calm no matter what he did, and he never looked so flustered.

"Xie Yu, your waist..."

She pursed her lips, and just as she opened her mouth to speak, she heard the sound of fierce fighting faintly coming from the top floor.

The blood color on An Yue's face disappeared instantly, and it turned extremely pale.

There was no doubt that Chu Qing was on the other side of the door. And today's fight was caused by me.

An Yue didn't want to implicate Chu Qing any further and wanted to resolve the matter privately, so she planned to come to school early tomorrow morning and tell Chu Qing not to confront that group of people anymore.

Who would have thought that the two sides would start fighting so quickly.

Hearing the sound of fighting, An Yue's heart tightened and she quickly quickened her pace and rushed to the rooftop.

The iron door was locked from the outside, and no matter how hard Xie Yu knocked on it, it was useless. He saw a rusty old shovel in the corner, and quickly smashed it against the door.

His intuition told him that this matter would definitely not be simple, and he had to stop it quickly.

Seeing this, An Yue picked up tools from the ground and joined the team breaking down the door.

She comes from a single-parent family. When she was just two years old, her mother divorced her and remarried a wealthy businessman.

An Yue has lived with her father since she was a child. She is Chu Qing's neighbor. Although they have rarely spoken to each other, they know each other.

When she was young, she always heard her family members praising Chu Qing, saying that she was a typical child from other families. The melodious piano music could always be heard from the Chu family's house, and An Yue liked to lie by the window and listen quietly.

At that time, she envied Chu Qing for having a loving pair of parents and being able to touch an expensive piano since childhood.

When she grew up, everything changed again. Chu Qing didn't know when she became rebellious and became a problem child that everyone hated.

There was no more piano sound coming from the house, and the Chu couple kept quarreling, and everyone in the neighborhood knew about it.

It was only after experiencing all this that An Yue realized that in the adult world, behind many seemingly happy things, there were actually disguised devastation.

The family she envied was actually not as perfect as she imagined.

So she did not avoid Chu Qing like other people did. Instead, she took the initiative to contact her and even brought Chu Qing home without telling her father and disinfected and bandaged her injured body.

Chu Qing didn't say much, but he took note of this matter silently. From then on, he would take the initiative to stand up for An Yue in everything.

The past flashed through her mind, and An Yue slammed the door even harder. She didn't want Chu Qing to bear the bad reputation that she had finally gotten rid of because of her.

The connection between the iron door and the wall was rusty and fragile. Finally, Xie Yu shoveled it down, and the door fell down, raising a cloud of dust.

The people on the rooftop remained in fighting postures, frozen in place, and turned to look at Xie Yu and the other man who walked out of the dim corridor.

Being caught red-handed by Xie Yu, Chu Qing's expression became a little flustered for a moment.

While the crowd was stunned, a man with red eyes suddenly pulled out a shiny dagger from his pocket.

In a flash, Chu Qing was knocked to the ground by Xie Yu who was running towards her in a daze.

Amid the shocked and stunned gasps of the crowd, before Chu Qing could even feel the pain, he felt his originally cold hand actually touching a pool of warmth!

She sat up with trembling hands, and all she saw was a sea of ​​scalding blood.

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The sirens of ambulances and police cars sounded from far away, and under the flashing lights, a few snowflakes fluttered down.

The moment the first snow fell, the cordon around the teaching building was also set up.

The students and parents gathered at the school gate, not knowing what was going on, and were discussing something.

An Yue felt like her heart had stopped beating. She held onto the stair handrail with one hand and dialed the emergency and police numbers with trembling fingers.

Everything happened too fast. The boy who stabbed with a knife was a idle young man who was also called in to fight with Chu Qing.

He stared blankly at the bloody knife in his hand, his legs trembling as he knelt on the ground, his face turning extremely pale in an instant.

The other students who took part in the fight looked at the increasing amount of blood on the ground, their heads buzzing and they were so dazed that they didn't even have any expression.

"Thank you...Xie Yu..."

Chu Qing's pupils suddenly constricted, and she barely squeezed out two words in a dry voice.

At this moment, her world turned into a silent gray-white color, with only the pool of blood under Xie Yu being the glaring red.

Chu Qing's eyes were unfocused, and he tried to cover the bleeding wound with trembling hands, but the hot blood continued to gush out and flow down through his fingers.

"Qingqing..."

Xie Yu's lips were pale as he endured the severe pain and looked at Chu Qing with a smile.

The boy's face was still clean and pure, making it impossible to imagine that he was lying in a pool of blood.

He couldn't even finish two words before closing his eyes heavily, and couldn't lift them up no matter how hard he tried.

The first snow came unexpectedly, the tiny snowflakes fell on my face and felt cold. The tears slid down, but they were hot.

"Xie Yu! Xie Yu!"

Chu Qing hugged him tightly. She was overwhelmed by despair and sadness, and she couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

At the age of seventeen, Xie Yu died in the arms of the person he loved most.

Until the last moment of his life, he was comforting Chu Qing with a smile.

In the camera, the girl's emotions had collapsed, and her crystal tears as big as beans rolled down, infecting everyone present.

This doesn't seem like an act, but more like an expression of true feelings.

Director Chen Peng raised his hand to wipe away his tears and said, "Cut!"

Usually when a scene is over, all the staff will quickly get up and clean up the scene.

But today was contrary to the norm. No one moved, still staring blankly at Shen Shu who was hugging Wen Ci'an and crying in the first snow.

In his previous life, Shen Shu watched the TV version of "Secret Love" on the recommendation of a friend.

When she saw the scene where Xie Yu blocked the knife, she felt it was so melodramatic that she had no desire to watch any further.

It was not until this life that she entered the role of Chu Qing that she truly experienced the despair and collapse.

In Chu Qing's world, Xie Yu is the only light. He is beautiful and pure, healing her heart that was broken by her family background.

The sunlight disappeared, and her world returned to the polar night without the sun.

This feeling of grief and despair reminded Shen Shu of how he felt when his parents passed away in his previous life.

This made it difficult for her to extricate herself from her emotions for a moment.

A few hot tears fell on Wen Ci'an's cheek in his arms.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Shen Shu silently.

She couldn't see any trace of acting in this scene. The emotions were so real that he was a little dazed for a moment. He felt like he had really returned to the time and space with Chu Qing.

Two identical faces overlapped before his eyes. At this moment, Chu Qing was Shen Shu, and Shen Shu was Chu Qing.

No matter how time and space travel and how memories fade, they are still one person.

"Don't cry, I'm fine." Wen Ci'an smiled and wanted to raise his hand to wipe Shen Shu's tears, but when he saw that his hands were covered with prop blood plasma, he had to give up.

He supported himself with one hand and sat up, then helped her up thoughtfully and carefully.

Several artificial snow machines stopped working, and the fluttering snowflakes gradually disappeared in the cold and dry air.

"Thank you." Shen Shu slowly came to his senses and kept some distance from Wen Ci'an.

She lowered her eyes and didn't look him in the eye. No one knew what she was thinking.

After watching the two leading actors leave, the people at the scene finally realized what was happening and started to clean up and prepare the set for the next scene.

Director Chen Peng sighed lightly. He saw the subtle relationship between Wen Ci'an and Shen Shu.

They give people the feeling of familiar strangers, as if separated by a layer of transparent film, just waiting to be completely pierced in the future.

Looking at those large snow-making machines, Chen Peng couldn't help but feel the pain for the money being burned.

This scene was originally set in the rain, which didn't cost much. But Wen Ci'an changed it to a scene in the snow. Although the scene was more beautiful, it was still very expensive.

Helplessly since Wen Ci'an was the biggest investor of the show, the God of Wealth, Chen Peng could only nod and agree.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break. Students filed out of the classrooms, and the quiet campus gradually became lively.

It was very quiet in the crew's dressing room. Shen Shu sat leaning back in a chair, slightly raising her head to make it easier for the makeup artist to remove her makeup.

Because of the crying scene just now, those bright almond eyes were now tinged with a layer of red and a little moist, which made people feel soft-hearted.

This was the first time Shen Shu cried so freely since her rebirth. It was quite satisfying. If the director hadn't called "cut", she would have almost been unable to stop.

"Put an ice pack on your eyes, it will make you feel better."

Wen Ci'an walked over and put two palm-sized ice packs that were still cold into her hands without any hesitation.

As if they were avoiding something, neither of them took the initiative to look into each other's eyes.

This afternoon's scene was Wen Ci'an's final scene. According to the schedule, he would soon leave Zheng City and move to the next crew.

Shen Shu finished filming the last scene after school in the afternoon.

If nothing unexpected happens, the two will have no more encounters in the future. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

She is a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate, and has never maintained such a hazy and vague strange relationship with anyone.

Wen Ci'an is a special existence in Shen Shu's heart, and she can't figure out what that feeling is for the time being.

Several makeup artists looked at each other tacitly and noticed the subtle atmosphere between the two.

In their circle, there are many actors who fall in love with each other because of the daily interactions and the filter of the plot.

Therefore, after the filming is completed, they usually avoid each other for a period of time.

After working with the crew for so many years, the makeup artists have become accustomed to this kind of thing.

Wen Ci'an is a movie star. Most of the films he has made in the past are dramas and historical films, with almost no romance scenes.

This time he took on a TV drama for the first time, and it was hard not to think too much about the romance scenes he filmed.

Several people looked at Wen Ci'an, then at Shen Shu, all with satisfied expressions.

One is a popular young actor, the other is a beautiful and talented school beauty, they look so good together.

Shen Shu took off her makeup and went to the locker room to change back into her school uniform. Just as she was about to leave, she received a call from Bill.

"Mister, the person you want to investigate has been located."

"Wen Ci'an is indeed not a simple person. He became a Singaporean citizen ten years ago and has close contacts with the five largest financial groups in Southeast Asia."

"Because his public identity is protected by a pseudonym and encryption, the specific identity needs to be further investigated."

Bill looked through the documents in his hand and explained everything.

Shen Shu's eyes dimmed and he sat on the stool in the locker room.

She knew that Wen Ci'an's identity was not simple, so she did not ask the domestic police to investigate, but directly asked Xu Heqing's assistant Bill to do the investigation.

The Dawn Society's influence spread all over the world, making it easier for her to find out the information she wanted. Xu Heqing and she were now in a cooperative relationship, so it was no problem for him to help investigate someone.

Thinking of the smell of gun maintenance oil, Shen Shu whispered, "Check in the direction of the arms dealer."

"Ok."

As soon as she hung up the phone, two people walked into the room.

It’s Wen Ci’an’s assistant and agent Du Hua.

"Is Mr. Wen's private jet ready to fly to Indonesia this afternoon?"

"Everything is ok." Hearing Du Hua's question, the assistant made a reassuring gesture.

At the same time, a hint of darkness flashed across the pair of almond-shaped eyes behind the locker room door.