He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 52 The Boss's Beloved Wife is Too Alluring 27

Saitama stood in the room, his gaze fixed on Luo Qingqing as if he wanted to scorch her.

But she didn't care and immediately started accusing him: "What are you doing here? Let me tell you, Saitama, it's over between us, completely over, do you understand?"

Qi Yu didn't speak. He felt that the person in front of him was a stranger. He took a step forward, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her lips: "Don't worry, I will keep it from Xie Yichen this time."

He offered up his dignity only to have it trampled upon.

Luo Qingqing braced herself against him with both hands, tilted her head, and the kiss that should have landed on her lips landed on her cheek. She forced herself to calm down: "I will only like Xie Yichen, don't be a jerk."

"Ha, acting like a masochist? You screamed so loudly when we were doing it, what? Trying to get rid of me like this?"

Saitama removed his hand from her, smiled indifferently, and the madness in his eyes gradually became distorted as he suppressed it.

"I'll give you three days. Whether you do it or not is not up to you." The effeminate voice was like a snake's tongue gently licking the jaw, sending chills down one's spine.

Why does it have to be me?

"Because we are the same kind of people."

After Saitama left, Luo Qingqing collapsed to the ground, her fingers lingering on her swollen lips for a moment before slowly fastening the undone buttons.

A plan quietly formed in his mind: Saitama is pretty crazy, it's perfect for him to die at his hands.

After getting ready, Luo Qingqing went out on her own. After wandering around for a while, she finally found Director Wang. She glanced at Qi Jiang, who was squatting next to her, and smiled, "Director Wang, I've been in good shape these past few days. I think we can finish filming the rest of the scenes ahead of schedule. It'll just be hard for Brother Qi to work with me a lot."

Upon hearing this, Qi Jiang, who had been silently listening, shuddered and desperately tried to give Director Wang a look, his eyes filled with rejection.

No, this woman's remaining scenes are all with me. Something's not right; there must be a monster lurking here. Director Wang, save me!

"Haha, Sister Luo is joking... haha," Qi Jiang said with a forced smile.

Director Wang was just looking forward to finishing filming and sending this giant Buddha statue away, completely ignoring the person with the rich inner monologue, who happily agreed.

Qi Jiang (teary-eyed, biting her handkerchief): My director, you don't care about me at all, do you?

Qi Jiang had gone through the most stressful days of his life. When Luo Qingqing finished filming her last scene, he was so happy that he cried tears of joy.

He touched his chest weakly, tears welling up in his eyes: Phew~ My innocence, you are still here.

After Luo Qingqing successfully finished filming, Director Wang breathed a huge sigh of relief. The big scandal was over, and he could finally focus on other things.

Aside from waiting for the movie's release date and then joining the promotional team, there wasn't much else to do. Luo Qingqing simply returned to the hotel, leaned back in her chair, lazily gazing at the sunset outside the window, and pondering her next move.

"System, how much is my business worth?"

The system tapped the panel: "Sixty, barely acceptable."

As long as Wang's leading actors don't cause trouble, they're all guaranteed to become famous.

"I'm not worried about my career, but other things..." The system glanced at the affection points beside it, which had dropped by more than half, and hesitated before speaking.

Luo Qingqing wasn't in a hurry. She picked up her wine glass and took a small sip. Her pink lips were moistened with the wine, making her look alluring.

"I haven't contacted him for days, and he's been surprisingly calm. He didn't even ask me about something as serious as cheating."

Luo Qingqing opened her phone and called Xie Yichen. The ringing lasted a long time, just like the other party's struggle at that moment.

The call was finally connected in the last few seconds.

The two remained silent, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of their breaths.

Suppressing his inexplicable emotions, Xie Yichen broke the silence first, his voice somewhat weak: "Is something the matter?"

There was another long silence.

He frowned, increasingly annoyed, unsure of what Luo Qingqing was up to: "If there's nothing else, then hang up."

"No, I..." Upon hearing the word "hang up," the other end finally responded, stammering out a few unrelated words: "Yichen, have you eaten?"

His heart suddenly ached; she knew he had a stomach ailment.

The image of her and Saitama embracing flashed before my eyes, and bitterness surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

"not yet."

"Haven't you eaten yet?" The voice on the other end sounded a little anxious. "Yichen, you can't joke around with your health. Can I order some for you?"

Xie Yichen paused for a moment before slowly saying, "I live near a coal mine on the outskirts of the city; there's no takeout available there."

Luo Qingqing subconsciously said, "Then I'll deliver it to you."

The words had barely left his mouth when his heart skipped a beat. He cleared his throat and said, "Whatever." Without giving her a reply, he hurriedly hung up the phone, clutching his rapidly beating heart and warning himself: She betrayed you.

But his heart, which couldn't calm down, told him he couldn't.

Luo Qingqing looked at the phone after it was hung up and sneered. Men are just like that. When they have you in their hearts, they stare longingly at other women. Now that the other woman has turned her attention to someone else, they are unwilling to accept it, so they beckon you and you come.

"Let's go, let's take Yichen's food."

Luo Qingqing tilted her head back and drank the last sip of wine. Without even changing out of her costume, she went out, grabbed the takeout she had just ordered, and headed to the outskirts of the city.

The system glanced at Luo Qingqing and silently noted: "The self-inflicted injury strategy, making oneself look disheveled to gain the enemy's trust, feasibility index: five stars."

Yes, it's a system that really loves learning.

Xie Yichen sat by the window, calculating the time and figuring out when the person should have arrived. He turned to look outside the door, but it was completely bare.

“Brother Yichen.”

The crisp sound woke him from his daze, and the girl's figure entered his field of vision. Her blue and white school uniform stood out brightly in the night sky.

Just like when they first met, he recognized this woman at first glance.