The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 23: It’s a Pity She Didn’t Become a Widow

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: It’s a Pity She Didn’t Become a Widow

The sky gradually darkened, and the house cat kept meowing.

The cat food was all gone, the little thing was famished, but neither of its owners came home.

Chu Yan and his friend Qi Ling were outside; his injury had healed some, so he chose to come over and steal things tonight.

He sat in the car, his long, dark eyelashes slightly drooping, casting a shadow beneath his eyes, the nearby streetlight dim, his handsome face appeared enshrouded in a misty haze, mysterious, and eerie.

"Let’s go in, I love making a clean sweep without effort."

Qi Ling exclaimed excitedly; he was a good-looking boy with almond eyes and when he smiled, two small fangs showed, not seeming cute but inexplicably giving off an evil aura.

Because that smile never reached his eyes.

Within those light brown pupils lay the same dark abyss as in Chu Yan.

The deal was going on, not quite related to them, but they had their eyes on that batch of items.

It was a potion that could sell for a fortune domestically.

But it wasn’t allowed to be sold or researched in the country, only obtainable through overseas channels.

Click.

The sound of a firearm being assembled.

Chu Yan was about to get out of the car when he suddenly stopped.

He narrowed his eyes toward the dark silhouette of the building in the distance, his heartbeat inexplicably quickened, recalling the words Qin Zhao had said to him.

"It’s such a hassle being in prison, I guess it won’t be long before you end up killing yourself.

If you died, I would truly be free."

Chu Yan became increasingly aware that every action, every word of Qin Zhao had a great impact on him.

"Hey, why aren’t you coming?"

Qi Ling ran back and asked him discontentedly in a low voice.

"Hurry up and finish so we can go back."

Chu Yan grabbed him, suddenly saying, "Don’t go in, let’s head back."

"Are you fucking stupid?"

If not for the fear of being discovered, Qi Ling would have wanted to smash the gun on his head.

"Chu Yan, when did you become such a coward?"

"It’s not like we’re short of money."

He got back into the car.

"Fuck!" Qi Ling cursed quietly, "If we got our hands on this potion, we could replicate it, and if we sold it, making a few billion wouldn’t be a problem. You call that a small amount of money?

These are the only people who can get this kind of potion, miss this chance and it’s gone forever!"

"Cut the crap."

Chu Yan stomped on the accelerator, Qi Ling fell back into the rear seat, the car door not even shut.

"You motherf—"

Qi Ling was enraged, he’d rather do the job himself.

With a loud boom, an explosion.

The deafening sound reverberated, the night suddenly turned as bright as day.

After the explosion, the world seemed to fall into silence.

Chu Yan stopped the car, looking strangely at the exploded building.

Qi Ling was also stunned; why would there be an explosion?

The next moment, both of their expressions soured.

Chu Yan drove on with complex thoughts, while Qi Ling, looking serious, made a phone call to have the incident investigated—he suspected they had been set up.

Originally, Chu Yan felt jaded about this life teetering on the edge of death, especially after thinking of the bloody nightmares he always had, believing Qin Zhao knew about his actions.

He wanted to live well, to spite the evil woman, Qin Zhao.

But now, looking back, he felt like Qin Zhao had been warning him about something.

Could it be she knew tonight’s deal was a trap and had purposely mentioned it?

-

Upon returning home, it was very late.

Qin Zhao had just returned from work, eating supper. Seeing him, her eyes conveyed pity.

Ah, if only I could become a widow, what a pity.

As Chu Yan entered, he saw her looking worriedly at him and was taken aback.

Staying up so late, was she waiting for him to come back, to confirm his safety?

So, she did care about him.

She just didn’t know how to show it.

His heart warmed, Chu Yan approached and asked, "Is the supper good? Let me try some."

Qin Zhao picked up Hellhound’s dog bowl, filling it with dog food for him.

She said with a smile, "Go ahead and eat, I just bought it today, don’t be polite."

Chu Yan’s mouth twitched, "Do you hate me that much? You can’t even share a bite with me?"

"Didn’t you already know? Maybe I would hate you less if you agreed to a divorce."

"If you hate me so much, why did you warn me?"

"What did I warn you about?"

"Tonight’s plan was dangerous."

Qin Zhao frowned slightly, looking Chu Yan up and down.

He still looked dapper, handsome and refined, nothing out of the ordinary.

Originally Chu Yan’s features indicated an impending disaster, which was why Qin Zhao had said that.

It wasn’t really a warning, just her usual sarcasm.

But now, the ominous aura on his face was gone.

Uh, did he escape danger?

Just as Qin Zhao thought this, a shadow fell before her eyes, and he suddenly embraced her.

"You really do care about me."

"No, who gave you that impression?"

Qin Zhao rolled her eyes, trying to push him away, but he held on even tighter, excitedly saying, "You deliberately agitated me yesterday to make me aware of danger and to be mindful of my own life.

Zhaozhao, I didn’t expect you to be so deeply concerned, I was sulky yesterday, totally uncalled for."

"?" Qin Zhao’s expression twisted, "Let go of me, don’t touch me!"

"I won’t!"

Holding Qin Zhao’s waist, he lifted her onto the table, caught her lips with his, and kissed her.

"Chu Yan, are you looking to die?"

She tried to hit him, but Chu Yan caught her wrist.

What is this guy up to!

He took her hand, placing it on his handsome face.

"Go ahead, hit me, since you saved my life, it doesn’t matter if you kill me."

"?" Qin Zhao was speechless, was there something wrong with his brain?

How could she possibly want to save him! She’d rather see him dead!

Forget it, if she couldn’t provoke him, couldn’t she just avoid him?

She hurriedly pushed Chu Yan away, giving up on her supper, and fled back to her room.

Chu Yan blinked, picking up the little orange cat at his feet, he contemplated for a while and then muttered to the cat, "Your mom must be too embarrassed to admit it."

"Meow?"