"You are Qi Weiran."
His limbs bound to the electric chair, the disheveled man with tousled bangs eyed the man before him.
Someone brought in a soft chair and a table, serving hot tea.
Qi Weiran sat back comfortably, and upon hearing this, calmly replied, "I am your father."
Everyone in the room: !?
Not only did the man tied to the electric chair stare in shock, but Wan Sui and the others responsible for interrogation and guarding all widened their eyes as well.
Had the master been possessed?!
Observing everyone's reactions, Qi Weiran realized the effect seemed less than ideal; he was merely attempting to imitate Yi Qingju's style.
"Not funny?" he spoke again.
Your hearts are colder than stone.
Thus, amidst the cries and wails of other interrogation rooms, a few stone-cold masculine laughter rang out in this room with a distinctly different atmosphere.
No emotion, all worldly wisdom.
At one point, it sent shivers down the spines of the guards outside the door.
What was going on? Had he awakened memories of a past life as an animal?
"...You want to ask me something, but I won't tell you a single word." He glared fiercely at the man before him.
Qi Weiran glanced at Wan Sui, who immediately understood.
A few minutes later—
Chefs in white hats and aprons began filing in.
They started cooking on the spot, with oil frying, splattering, small and large pots simmering, all sorts of tantalizing aromas wafting out, filling the entire room with the scent of food.
Plates of beautifully arranged and delicious-looking dishes, freshly prepared, were placed before Qi Weiran, accompanied by a bottle of 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, creating an atmosphere of indulgence.
"What do you mean!?" The man stared incredulously at Qi Weiran's antics, unconsciously swallowing.
He hadn't eaten for two days.
Qi Weiran didn't respond, but leisurely sliced into the small lamb chop before him, still steaming and emitting an enticing aroma.
"Not bad." The ultimate pleasure on his tongue caused him to narrow his eyes slightly.
...
Yi Qingju stepped off the small shuttle transporting people within the park, thanking the kind elderly woman.
"Such a pretty young lady, here, let auntie give you some milk." The elderly woman waved her hand, her smiling eyes reaching into a plastic bag hanging from the vehicle, retrieving a carton of milk and handing it to Yi Qingju.
Yi Qingju accepted it graciously, flashing the elderly woman a sweet smile, "Thank you auntie, you're so kind."
After waving goodbye to the elderly woman, she turned to face the building before her, which despite standing under the sun, seemed to exude a chilling aura. She frowned slightly, "Building 18?"
[I thought this place was off-limits, are you sure he's locked up here?]
The released Xiao Jiji nodded: [The new man, he's right here!]
Yi Qingju hesitated for a moment, seeing no one guarding the entrance, then pulled out a coin from her pocket.
Xiao Jiji: [! That's my coin (T^T)]
Qi Weiran tended to toss coins into the large vacuum fish tank in the room, treating Xiao Jiji like a wishing well, but this also allowed the wealthy family's turtle to amass its first pot of gold in its turtle life.
[I'll borrow my treasure for now and return it to you later]
With that, she took a pitcher's stance, standing on the boundary line of the entrance, and threw the coin out.
The moment the crisp sound of the coin hitting the ground rang out, deafening bursts of machine gun fire erupted from both sides, instantly turning the small coin into a sieve in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Jiji: [......How will you pay me back for what you owe me?]
Yi Qingju: "......"
[Shouldn't the most important thing now be to praise my heightened vigilance? If that had been me flying through instead of a coin, I'd be dead!]
Xiao Jiji huffed, its eyes flashing with indignation.
Its coin, woe is me.
Following the untimely demise of Mr. Coin, men in black uniforms bearing the Kun Peng logo and armed with guns emerged from both sides.
"This area is off-limits to unauthorized personnel!" the leader barked.
Yi Qingju glanced at the row of bullet holes in the ground, pursed her lips, then looked up with a conciliatory smile, "I'm not an unauthorized person."
"I'm here to deliver O-Milk to Mr. Qi Weiran." She revealed the carton of milk in her hand.
The cartoon child with bulging eyes on the packaging seemed to radiate an aura under the sunlight.
...
With the man bound to the electric chair and ravenously eyeing the food like a starving beast as the backdrop, Qi Weiran was enjoying his meal.
Everyone else could only watch, but they had all eaten.
Only the human trafficker, injured, suffered in this world.
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak and Qi Weiran was considering putting on a movie to further refine the ambiance, the loudspeaker in the interrogation room suddenly crackled to life.
"Pardon the interruption."
"The gentleman in basement level one, interrogation room three, your wife Mrs. Yi Qingju has come to deliver O-Milk to you."
Qi Weiran: "......"
Only his humiliation had been accomplished in this world.
Everyone else: We didn't hear anything.
By the time Qi Weiran arrived, the black-suited man who had originally made the announcement was standing rigidly, "Sir, the Lady instructed me to relay the message to you."
Implying: Please don't let me join the deceased.
On the other side, after waiting for a while, the leader of the black-suited men who had previously been strictly guarding the entrance suddenly raised his hand to his earpiece.
After receiving some information from the other side, in the next instant, he motioned for the others to lower their weapons and approached Yi Qingju himself, greeting her with utmost respect, "Madam, please accept my apologies for alarming you. The sir has requested your presence inside."
Yi Qingju's heart suddenly felt lighter.
No matter how fearless she appeared, she would die if shot by bullets.
After being escorted inside by the tall, burly black-suited man, Yi Qingju was about to survey her surroundings when the man abruptly turned and, in a flash, blindfolded her with a black cloth.
His movements were swift and precise, not even grazing a single strand of her hair.
Yi Qingju: "...Who turned off the lights?"
The black-suited man: "......"
Wan Sui, observing at the entrance, smiled with relief upon seeing the black-suited man carefully leading Yi Qingju, holding a cane in one hand while guiding her cautiously, not daring to overstep his bounds.
Very good, he left satisfied.
"Sir, the Lady has arrived."
But upon looking up, good grief.
The round table had become a long table, even adorned with candlesticks, a few ravishing red roses in a vase at the center, resembling a candlelit dinner.
Wan Sui: "......"
He suddenly felt a tinge of sympathy for the human trafficker, what great karmic debt had he accrued in his previous life to provoke Qi Weiran in this one?
As Yi Qingju entered and her eyes adjusted to the light after being blindfolded, she took in the room's layout.
[Upright postures of suited men and police officers, a long table laden with fragrant dishes, chefs preparing delicacies on-site, a wall covered in various weapons, and—]
Her clear eyes reflected the candlelight as her gaze fell upon the poised and dignified man.
[And Qi Weiran, enjoying his last meal.]
Qi Weiran: "......"
