Chapter 95
She pushed Su ili aside and strode toward the man sitting in the corner not far away.
The man was the driver for this trip, responsible for driving everyone around.
Tall, robust, a bit strong, he usually helped the props team move props.
Yan Yuan walked to that table, stood beside the man, and looked at the dishes on the table.
"So, are the dishes today delicious or not? It seems everyone’s plates are empty. Here’s the idea—Su ili, bring over the untouched plate of roast lamb from my table."
Yan Yuan shouted to Su ili, who was not far away.
She seed like a boss calling her underlings.
Su ili was imdiately infuriated, really wanting to rush over and kick Yan Yuan, pin her down, and stomp on her hard.
Bastard, actually ordering her around.
Does she not know who is hosting tonight’s dinner?
Yan Yuan, as if oblivious to Su ili’s expression, engaged in cheerful conversation with those at the table.
Su ili brought the plate of roast lamb ribs to Yan Yuan’s side, so angry she was about to explode, she couldn’t help but push Yan Yuan lightly with her elbow.
That little push was all it took, and she started to fall to the side. A glass of red wine splashed entirely on the man sitting beside her’s hand.
The scarf wrapped around his wrist instantly soaked through.
Yan Yuan was startled, hurriedly stood up, and pulled the man’s hand over, apologizing while helping him untie the scarf around his wrist.
Soon, the jagged wounds on the man’s wrist were exposed.
Su ili stood there, completely dumbfounded.
Yan Yuan, this drama queen, the Oscars owe her a golden statue.
She only nudged her with her elbow, and so much drama unfolded.
Su ili understood why, during the audition, she lost to Yan Yuan.
The man, seeing his wounds exposed and soaked in wine, felt a sharp pain.
He imdiately stood up, saying, "It’s okay, I’ll go back and redo the bandages."
Yan Yuan was about to speak when Su ili put down the plate she was holding and said coldly to the man, "I don’t think that’s necessary."
The man’s tall body instinctively shuddered, obviously guilty of sothing.
"What do you an, Miss Su?" The man asked.
Su ili instructed her little underling, "Go search his room, see if there are any scissors and blood-stained cloth strips."
"Yes!" Su ili’s underling imdiately went off.
The man looked panicked and instinctively glanced over at the table with the director and Song Yuwan before attempting to leave forcefully.
Su ili had long prepared, having security from nine o’clock capture him, and then explained to the curious crowd, "I suspect he is the one who tore my clothes. Moreover, I’ve already collected the perpetrator’s blood sample. We just need to conduct a firm comparison."
What?
The crowd looked at each other in dismay.
What on earth is going on? Didn’t Su ili say that this was all done by Yan Yuan?
Why suddenly target an irrelevant driver and accuse him?
Though Su ili wasn’t as intelligent as Yan Yuan, she wasn’t an idiot either.
Soon, her underling returned from the driver’s room with a pair of scissors and several pieces of blood-stained fabric.
And the fabric happened to be from her clothes.
Su ili explained the whole story to everyone, and they finally realized the truth.
Yan Yuan sat aside, eating, at this point she no longer wanted to talk to Su ili.
This fool isn’t just ordinarily dumb!
Earlier, she had asked her for help, yet she went off and ssed things up on her own.
Now look, it truly stirred up the hornet’s nest.
The driver was evidently under soone’s orders, he had no motive to tear Su ili’s clothes and fra her.
She initially wanted to test him, to see if the wounds on his wrist were neat.
If the wounds were neat, it indicated they weren’t caused by tiles.
If the wounds were jagged and chunked, with peeling, it indicated they were tile injuries.
As soon as she confird he was the perpetrator, she could then easily follow the leads and uncover the mastermind.
The night snack was rely a ruse to catch the perpetrator.
After being subdued, the driver remained silent.
In the dead of night, Su ili called the police, and the officers ca and took him away.
Because this matter couldn’t be settled privately.
The man only said one thing, "He can’t afford to pay!"
After everyone had left.
Yan Yuan still sat at the table, eating.
Su ili watched as the police took the man away, and glared at Yan Yuan, "You’re still eating, was my performance smart just now?"
Yan Yuan looked at her with an expression of disbelief, "Didn’t the police ask you to give a statent? Rember, don’t ntion my na, just say it was all your idea."
"How can that be, the plan was yours." Su ili chuckled, "Yan Yuan, what if he doesn’t compensate for my clothes?"
"Make him pay!"
"He says he has no money!"
"Make him confess who instructed him to do it—let the mastermind pay."
"What!" Su ili was instantly stunned. "You’re saying there’s a mastermind behind this?"
"Idiot, there’s no reason, no resentnt, why would he tear your clothes? Look at all this tasty food on the table." Yan Yuan said patiently to Su ili.
Su ili froze at her words, "Right! So we caught him, but if he doesn’t confess, what do we do?"
"Simple, make him pay." Yan Yuan figured that at this point in the situation.
There was only one solution, to make that person pay money.
If he didn’t pay, then have him confess the real mastermind.
The money can always be recouped, whether the real mastermind will surface is another matter.
After Yan Yuan finished speaking, she stretched lazily, "It’s late, I’m full and satisfied, ti to sleep. Tomorrow is the River God’s festival, another feast awaits."
Chu Chen glanced at Su ili, "Next ti, think carefully before you act. Just now, Yueyue almost caught the real culprit, you were too hasty."
Su ili felt like crying.
Yan Yuan, she would be at odds with her for a lifeti.
Su ili tossed and turned because of this incident until late at night before finally falling asleep.
As for whether that man would confess, it depended on the police.
If not, she would definitely pursue legal action to make him compensate her.
As a driver, her clothing worth millions, even if he worked for her his entire life, he couldn’t afford it.
She didn’t believe he wouldn’t confess.
The sun finally broke out over Jiangli City, a city resembling a sacred realm for immortals.
Mountains and rivers were lush and green, the morning glow erged from the clouds, making it seem like the earth itself was swallowing rain and exhaling mist.
The city’s streets were spotlessly clean, with even the annoying sll of car exhaust dissipated.
This day, no one in Jiangcheng ventured out.
Every family placed their homade delicious dishes onto a cart and transported it down to the riverbank.
A large sacrificial event was held in the square, hundreds of people dressed in colorful clothing gathered to dance and perform acrobatics.
Incense smoke curled from the furnace.
Yan Yuan and Chu Chen mingled in the crowd, looking at the blue sky, and danced with the joyful locals.
Today, Yan Yuan felt sothing peculiar.
She felt as if her heart could penetrate through layers of clouds and sense her parents living in the temple.
Upon the temple, glowing in a colorful radiance, with golden light perpetually enveloping that land.
A pair of immortal lovers.
The woman, a beauty beyond ti, loved wearing light blue clothes.
The man, a charm unmatched, his appearance unparalleled by anyone.
"Xixi, co taste the rose tea I recently brewed!" The man brought the tea to the woman’s side and sat down.
Blooming flowers appeared behind them, exuding a white spiritual energy scattering into the air, forming a magnificent glow.
"Ah Qing, the Heavenly Emperor’s added another child, it’s said that upon this child’s birth, all the Fruits of Immortality in his garden matured overnight. Have you heard about this?" Lan Xi looked solemn at that mont.
She was in no mood to enjoy the tea.
Ya was the Crown Prince of the Heavens, a person chosen by the Heavens since birth.
But now, he had just been reincarnated, and the Heavenly Emperor had already found another Crown Prince.
Where will he be when he returns in the future?
"I heard about it. It’s said that this child, just after birth, was already a Supre Immortal. A rare prodigy in the Heavens, the rightful Crown Prince." The extraordinarily handso man sighed, "Why worry, my lady? Did you forget, you still have a drop of Primordial Spirit Blood in your hand?"
Lan Xi looked at her husband, "I do, but you know better than anyone becoming a god isn’t that easy. Back then, you, I, Mi Xi, we narrowly survived, experiencing life and death, finally succeeded but any mistake could have made us disappear without a trace."
"Ya, having just reincarnated. His soul is still too fragile, without millions of years of reincarnation, he simply can’t withstand the Immortal Spirit Qi. Even if he returns to the Heavens, his cultivation must start anew." Lan Xi said heavily.
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