The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity Chapter 503 - 502: Suddenly Turning into a Crime Scene

He still maintained that casual deanor, slurping noodles while muttering, "Up to you."

Thud.

Wen Yi angrily threw her chopsticks to the ground and stord upstairs.

"Talk about no class, and to think she’s a lady from a wealthy family."

Yuan Dong’er rolled her eyes.

But that was just the kind of person Wen Yi was, doing whatever she pleased. Relying on her family’s power and wealth, she didn’t care about others’ opinions, pursuing whatever she desired.

She had been married for a while, yet she still flirted with young hunks outside.

Treating Ji Shaohai the way she did nowadays was nothing unusual—she never took him, her husband, seriously.

As Wen Yi left, tossing her chopsticks aside, Ji Shaohai, on the other hand, picked them up.

Facing the stares of others, he kept a stoic face, as such scenarios had happened too often—Wen Yi never showed him any respect.

After Qin Zhao and Chu Yan finished their dinner, they decided to take a walk outside.

Passing by an elentary school, they spotted an old man selling deep-fried rice cakes at his stall.

Chu Yan noticed first and quickly stepped forward, blocking Qin Zhao’s view.

"Why are you walking backward? That’s dangerous."

Qin Zhao looked at him, puzzled.

"It’s just another way to exercise."

"Then I want to walk backward too."

"No, pregnant won shouldn’t walk like that."

Chu Yan quickly stopped her, but then Qin Zhao saw the roadside stall at the school gate. Besides the old man with his fried rice cakes, there appeared to be another vendor selling egg pancakes.

"They sll so good."

Chu Yan helplessly rubbed his forehead.

He knew it.

He couldn’t let Qin Zhao see these things!

"Chu Yan, I want to eat the fried rice cakes, and the egg pancakes sll really good too."

"You just had dinner."

"That’s nothing; I’m not just one person now—two people obviously need to eat more."

"You can’t always eat fried foods, and roadside stalls are not clean."

Chu Yan swore, this ti he definitely would not give in!

Qin Zhao went silent, simply gazing at him longingly. After a while, she spoke in a pitiful voice, "Baby, I wasn’t full from dinner."

"Calling ’baby’ won’t work either."

Chu Yan struggled to keep a straight face, determined not to agree.

"Do you want to starve your daughter to death?"

"I can go back and cook sothing else for you."

"I just want fried skewers."

Chu Yan grudgingly compromised a little, "I’ll fry so for you when we get back."

Qin Zhao pondered for a while, her gaze lingering on the street stalls.

"Don’t worry, the ones I make will definitely taste better than theirs."

Hearing him say this, Qin Zhao finally agreed to go back with him.

Chu Yan first dropped off Qin Zhao at the guesthouse, then drove out to buy groceries.

By the ti he returned, Qin Zhao was standing at the door, chatting with Su Xiaotong.

"What did you buy?"

Seeing him get out of the car, Qin Zhao walked toward him.

"The market was closed; I had to visit several places to find sowhat fresh ingredients."

Chu Yan looked at Qin Zhao with a wry expression.

"Qin Zhao, if you crave all this junk food again, believe it or not, I might just whack you with a brick?"

"???"

Qin Zhao’s expression went blank.

This guy’s getting bold, huh? How dare he even think that?

"Co on then, let’s see who hits who."

Her step faltering slightly, Qin Zhao picked up sothing and pretended she was going to hit him.

Chu Yan, too, had sothing resembling a brick in his hand. As she reached out, Qin Zhao saw it was a red gift box, probably a present he had bought.

"You really would hit ?"

Chu Yan hurriedly took her ’brick’ and placed the red gift box in her hands.

"Huh?"

Chu Yan stood there stunned for a mont before seizing the opportunity to vigorously rub Qin Zhao’s head.

"You fool, how could I ever bear to hit you?"

He opened the gift box, and inside was a stunningly luxurious necklace.

"Why buy this? I don’t usually wear such things."

Though she said this, Qin Zhao’s heart was still very happy.

The damn man goes out to buy groceries and still thinks to get her a gift?

"There will always be an appropriate occasion."

This kind of necklace was more suitable for wearing with formal dresses.

"My God, aren’t the gems on this necklace absolutely beautiful?"

"Did Chu Yan suddenly run out to buy a gift for his wife?"

"Can I have a boyfriend like this, please?"

"Not only did he buy a gift, but he also bought a lot of fresh ingredients. Qin Zhao just said she hadn’t eaten enough, so now Chu Yan plans to personally cook her a late-night snack."

"Chu Yan is not only handso and rich but also so considerate."

"So jealous, it’s killing ."

The staff mbers watching nearby were stunned as they saw Chu Yan carrying ingredients into the house.

Su Xiaotong kicked Qin Yu, who was standing next to her, with a aningful glance, "Look at soone’s husband."

Qin Yu replied defiantly, "Apart from not cooking, what can’t I do well?"

"Where’s my gift, then?"

Qin Yu was silent suddenly and hastily went to buy a gift for his wife.

Before leaving, he glared resentfully at Chu Yan.

All professions have their own form of intense competition, and now even being a husband is competitive— is this kid serious?

"Ah!"

While Chu Yan was preparing fried skewers for Qin Zhao, a sudden scream ca from the second floor.

All those downstairs imdiately stopped what they were doing.

"Did soone scream?"

It took a while before soone nervously asked.

"Ah!"

Another horrific scream.

This ti, there were rapid footsteps upstairs and a figure dashed down the stairs.

"Help, help!"

"What’s wrong?"

"Wen Yi, Wen Yi she..."

The person running down was Yuan Dong’er, pale-faced and full of terror in her eyes.

"Wen Yi is dead!"

"What?"

Everyone exclaid in shock, unable to believe it.

The director hurried upstairs with the staff, heading to Wen Yi and Ji Shaohai’s room.

Wen Yi’s body was lying on the bed, mangled and bloodied, with blood flowing from the bed’s edge to the doorway, and a chandelier was pressing down on top of her body.

The glass chandelier had fallen directly onto Wen Yi’s head.

"How could this happen?"

The director almost collapsed at the sight of the bloody scene, bracing himself on the doorfra.

"Don’t go in just yet."

Qin Zhao followed them upstairs, and upon seeing soone about to enter the room, quickly cautioned them.

"What should we do now? Should we call the police?"

"If we call the police, this will definitely get out, and our show is over."

"Plus, Wen Yi’s background is complicated; the Wen Family will surely look into it."

"What should we do? How could sothing like this happen!"

"Was it an accident or murder? Who could the killer be?"

Many people crowded around the doorway, everyone in complete disarray.

Especially when murder was ntioned, it sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

If Wen Yi’s death was murder, then wasn’t the killer among them?

And might the killer go after soone else?

Thinking of these things, everyone felt a shiver run down their spines.

Qin Zhao stood next to the director, closely examining the room but saw no sign of Wen Yi’s soul nor any trace of an Evil Object’s mischief.