Chapter 442: If the Money Wasn’t Enough to Drown You, That’s Because My Boss Is Poor
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Song Qingyan was a man with high standards at work. Regarding other things — they did not bother him as much!
Yan Qingsi asked with doubt, “Old Qin?”
“Qin Jingzhi.”
Yan Qingsi was shocked. “Best Actor Qin, you guys… are friends?”
Song Qingyan laughed. “We’ve been friends for years.”
The assistants came over with water and pocket fans — the conversation between the two ended.
After a short break, Yan Qingsi changed into a cheongsam — it was colored elegantly, and there were plum blossoms drawn on the crescent white dress with ink.
Cheongsam was the best way to show off a woman’s elegance. Yan Qingsi had a great body to fit into it — her eyes looked like art, and her gaze was chilling. It matched the chill that was coming off the plum blossoms on her cheongsam.
Even the ones who hated Yan Qingsi thought that she looked good.
It was as if she was a beauty coming out of a poster in the 20s or 30s — she did not look like she was affected by the hustle and bustle of modern times. There was an indescribable aura to her.
The director nodded in satisfaction, asked all departments to get ready, and the filming began.
Yan Qingsi stood in front of the camera and adjusted her emotions.
Just as the director began shooting, and before Yan Qingsi could say her first line, two policemen in uniform showed up. “We’re looking for Yan Qingsi and Ji Mianmian, we need their cooperation for investigation of a case.”
The director called Yan Qingsi over.
Ji Mianmian’s heart dropped the moment she saw the police. Oh no, thought I avoided the dashcam last night.
Yan Qingsi was confused. After the police explained the situation and showed her the condition of Ye Shaoguang’s damaged car, she laughed out loud. “Maybe someone is pissed at him, what does that have anything to do with us?”
Yan Qingsi could guess right away that it was Ji Mianmian’s work.
“Yesterday, you both got into an argument with the victim.”
Yan Qingsi laughed. “This is funny, if I said last night that I wanted to kill him and he’s dead today, would I be the suspect? The police need evidence for investigation.”
“We found that your assistant recently bought spray paint from a store nearby, and the paint matches what was left on the victim’s car.”
Yan Qingsi and Ji Mianmian clenched their jaws. God! Can the Sea City police not be so efficient at their jobs?
Victim? F**k you.
Ji Mianmian stood up and said, “I did it, I…”
Yan Qingsi stopped Ji Mianmian. “I think we should meet the ‘victim’ first, shouldn’t we?”
The police brought the duo to the station, and Yan Qingsi finally saw a calm Ye Shaoguang who was sipping tea. She sneered, walked over and said, “I told Mianmian to do it, but uncle, it was just a prank, did you need to take it so seriously?”
The police frowned. “You both are related?”
Yan Qingsi sat down and said, “Am I not right? Uncle, you’re too petty to lodge a police report over such a trivial matter, isn’t this adding unnecessary work for the police?”
The police instantly felt that Yan Qingsi was right — did you really think we had all day?
Ye Shaoguang glared at Yan Qingsi and Ji Mianmian coldly. His fingers knocked on the table as he said, “It’s not that uncle is petty, it’s that you, my niece, are too immature!”
Yan Qingsi spread her hands out. “I didn’t kill anyone or set anything on fire, I could just pay you back. My boss is rich anyway, my boss told me, if something can be solved with money, it’s not an issue. Name the price, if the money isn’t enough to drown you, it’s because my boss is poor.”
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Rich Man Yan, “Right, we’re rich, I can drown you in it!”
