Wen Zhan collapsed weakly, coughing violently: "Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
The other three mbers of the Weisheng family rushed over in concern, staring at Wen Zhan's neck: "Big brother, are you okay?"
Weisheng Wenzhan gasped for breath, sweat dripping onto the ground as he looked at Chuchu with a disheveled expression: "I'm fine. Don't worry about ."
Qiao Chuchu stood before him, staring blankly at her right hand: "What am I doing?"
[Kicking Pei Fengnong, trying to strangle Weisheng Wenzhan, and even wanting to chop off my own left hand?]
[My body is no longer mine.]
[Even my mouth is spouting nonsense.]
The system said: "The script must have noticed your defiance. It’s trying to force you back on track at any cost. If you keep resisting, it will keep controlling you. You managed to snap out of it this ti, but next ti might be different—your consciousness could be completely overtaken."
Qiao Chuchu looked around in confusion.
Everyone was watching her with concern.
Pei Youchuan and Weisheng Wenzhan didn’t bla her at all.
She lowered her head hesitantly, staring at her trembling right hand.
[There are unresolved conflicts between us—their imprisoning was their fault.]
[But conflicts aside, survival is survival.]
[I didn’t work this hard just to throw these lives away.]
[I have to kill Ji Yanchuan! Otherwise, I’ll never be free!]
She steeled herself and turned to run toward the door: "Don’t follow ! If you do, I’ll lose control again! Stay away if you don’t want to make things worse!"
Their expressions darkened as they hesitated, watching her sprint for the exit.
The system was shocked: "How are you going to kill Ji Yanchuan? You’re the female lead—his protagonist aura is stronger than yours! Going now is suicide!"
Qiao Chuchu said firmly: "Ji Yanchuan is like Xia Xuechun. The script can only be subverted at the last mont. If I act too soon, the script will force back onto its path. I’ll play along for now and betray him at the critical mont."
Weisheng Huailing, Ying Chen, and Lou Tingsi noticed Qiao Chuchu running out and imdiately rushed toward her!
Qiao Chuchu shot them a sharp glare.
[Stay away! Or I’ll lose control!]
The three froze as she charged straight for Ji Yanchuan.
Ji Yanchuan spotted her from a distance and took a bottle from his subordinate: "Qiao Chuchu, I’ll ask you one last ti—will you be with ?!"
She barreled toward him like a raging bull: "Be with you, my bleep bleep bleep!"
Ji Yanchuan’s face darkened as he splashed an unknown liquid all over her!
Qiao Chuchu stumbled to a stop, catching a whiff of a pungent odor—her eyes widened in horror.
Gasoline?!
She looked up just as Ji Yanchuan tossed a lit match at her!
Flas instantly engulfed her body!
She scread in agony: "AHHHHH!!!"
Ji Yanchuan smirked, a cold laugh escaping his lips as he turned and got into his car.
She rolled on the ground, desperately trying to smother the flas, but it was useless. Pain and terror swallowed her like a tidal wave!
Lou Tingsi and Ying Chen sprinted toward her!
Through the roaring fire, she ignored her allies, enduring the excruciating pain as she glared at Ji Yanchuan’s retreating figure.
She had to kill him…
She HAD to kill him!!
The system sighed: "I told you it wouldn’t work. Burning to death takes a long ti. Did you really think Ji Yanchuan was so pushover? Let’s just reset."
Qiao Chuchu jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.
The searing pain was gone.
She was running again—just like when she had first fled the house.
She skidded to a halt, spotting Ji Yanchuan standing at the entrance through the chaos of fighting bodies.
The number before her eyes shifted from 2 to 1.
Hatred surged through her, and she clenched her fists.
[Ji Yanchuan brought gasoline.]
Those who heard her thoughts froze.
Qiao Chuchu panted, her vision darkening with rage: [He planned to burn alive!!]
[If the system hadn’t reset , I’d still be rolling on the ground in agony!]
Their expressions darkened as they gathered around her.
Pei Yuan asked grimly: "This ti, Ji Yanchuan burned you to death?"
Qiao Chuchu t his gaze.
Just their proximity made her body tremble uncontrollably—she wanted to kill them.
She took a step back, answering silently: [Yes.]
Their faces darkened further.
Qiao Chuchu glared at Ji Yanchuan with pure loathing: [This bastard has plot armor. His male lead aura is stronger than my female lead aura. I can’t touch him directly—I have to use his own weapon against him.]
She commanded Huailing: [Huailing, since you can hear , go take his gasoline! But don’t hurt him! The rest of you, deal with his bodyguards!]
They nodded and scattered, engaging the incoming guards!
Weisheng Huailing dodged an attacker, weaving through the chaos to sneak up behind Ji Yanchuan!
Qiao Chuchu also charged toward him!
Ji Yanchuan shouted: "Qiao Chuchu, I’ll ask you one last ti—will you be with ?!"
She stopped before him, hatred burning in her chest: "I will NEVER be with you!"
Ji Yanchuan’s expression twisted as he reached for his bottle—
Huh?
Where was it?!
He spun around and saw Weisheng Huailing waving the gasoline canister mockingly.
Didn’t see that coming, did you?
Ji Yanchuan’s face paled—then he suddenly pulled out a gun and aid it at Qiao Chuchu!
Huailing reacted instantly, shielding her just as the trigger was pulled!
BANG!
Huailing shuddered, collapsing onto her with a weak groan.
Qiao Chuchu lay pinned beneath him, her hand pressing against his back—coming away soaked in blood!
[He had a gun?!]
She stared at Ji Yanchuan, a horrifying realization dawning.
[Ji Yanchuan could have just shot , but he chose to burn alive instead?!]
Ji Yanchuan sneered at the sight of her and Huailing embracing, raising his gun again—this ti aiming at Huailing’s back!
A direct hit would be fatal!
Qiao Chuchu shoved Huailing aside and lunged at Ji Yanchuan!
BANG!
The bullet struck her chest!
She staggered but ignored the pain, gripping Ji Yanchuan’s wrist with all her strength!
Ji Yanchuan’s eyes burned with fury: "You just won’t give up, will you?!"
"Qiao Chuchu, you brought this on yourself!"
"Shooting you is rcy—I was going to let you burn alive!"
Her ears rang, drowning out his words as she wrestled for control of the gun.
Ji Yanchuan’s finger tightened on the trigger—
With a final burst of strength, she twisted his arm—
The barrel turned toward Ji Yanchuan himself!
BANG!
Ji Yanchuan collapsed, his eyes wide with shock as blood gushed from his throat.
He convulsed on the ground, staring at her in disbelief.
Qiao Chuchu stumbled back, collapsing into soone’s arms.
She smiled faintly at the sight of his fatal wound: "You didn’t burn … I won."
Ji Yanchuan gritted his teeth, unable to speak—but the corner of his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction.
They were going down together.
He and she could die together.
But Qiao Chuchu sneered viciously, "I still have one more life to be reborn—I won’t die with you!"
Ji Yanchuan froze, unable to comprehend her words, and then took his last breath.
The swarm of bodyguards he had hired at great expense, sensing the danger, turned and fled!
Qiao Chuchu, too, gradually lost strength, collapsing into Pei Yuan’s arms as blood poured endlessly from her chest.
Her vision darkened. "Huailing... where's Huailing...?"
Weisheng Huailing struggled to rise, clutching his wounded shoulder, and grasped her hand.
Seeing that his injury wasn’t a gunshot to the heart, she finally relaxed. "Don’t worry... you won’t die."
Tears welled in Huailing’s eyes as he signed frantically, "But I don’t want you to die! Even if you have another chance, I don’t want you to die!!!"
Qiao Chuchu gave a weak smile, gazing at the figures gathered around her. "The finale... at last... it’s the finale. We won."
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