Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Ding Yi pretended not to see the staff member approaching, pretended not to see the eye contact between him and the cameraman, and stood there with her head down, her whole body filled with sadness, which, together with the morning dew in the mountains, showed her helplessness.

If you roll down from this place, you will be crippled if not dead.

What hatred or grudge did he have to kill her in both lives? He was only a few meters away from her on the cliff, yet he still wanted to kill her.

The moment the man stretched out his evil hand and wanted to push people down, Ding Yi took a step to the left without making a sound, then suddenly rushed out from behind, lost his balance and rolled down the hillside.

At the moment of life and death, he grabbed the branches on the slope, trying hard to steady his body, raised his pale face and stared at Ding Yi.

Ding Yi's face was filled with panic. He directed the cameraman to quickly pull the man back. The worry in his eyes did not seem fake.

This group of them went back like this.

The man who rolled down the slope broke his leg and was rushed to the hospital.

Ding Yi met Director Jiang alone, and the two sat face to face. Director Jiang was fidgeting, while Ding Yi seemed very relaxed.

The moment the camera went black, Director Jiang's heart almost jumped out of his chest. Only then did he realize that the little lesson the person behind the scenes had given him was meant to be life-threatening.

Before Ding Yi came, Qu Xuan from Feixing Entertainment called personally and asked Director Jiang to take care of something.

Director Jiang thought he could have it both ways, but he ended up failing miserably.

"Director Jiang, do you have anything to say?" Ding Yi asked coldly, releasing one tenth of his aura.

Director Jiang was stunned, a flash of fear flashed across his face, and he stared at Ding Yi with sweat all over his forehead. He originally thought that the girl in front of him was just a delicate flower, but when did she become a queen of flower?

"Miss Zhang, what do you want to ask?" Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but Director Jiang did not wipe them off. He let the sweat flow down his cheeks, to his chin, and onto his clothes at his stomach.

"What do you want to ask?" Ding Yi smiled playfully, seemingly nonchalant, but his pressure became heavier. "Director Jiang knows what I want to ask, doesn't he?"

The calmer Ding Yi was, the more guilty Director Jiang felt.

Director Jiang was sweating profusely as he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not just a vase, but a strong woman.

The innocence, shyness, warmth, courtesy and good talk she had shown before were all superficial. The real her, hidden in her beautiful appearance, looked at them coldly as they schemed like a clown.

Director Jiang's heart skipped a beat, and it trembled continuously, almost jumping out of his chest.

His body was as thin as a sieve, and he felt cold in the hot and humid summer. He sat very neatly with his hands on his knees, just like a primary school student, except that he put his hands behind his back. But his eyes did not have the innocence of a primary school student, but were filled with fear.

"You know?" Director Jiang had a lot of questions in his mind, which turned into three light words. After being in the industry for many years, this was the first time he behaved so poorly.

"Know what?" Ding Yi sat still, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Do you know why you invited me here, or do you know that they want to kill me?"

Director Jiang suddenly became panic-stricken.

He looked at Ding Yi, who had a sarcastic smile on his face, and the occasional glance he gave him made him feel frightened.

In his feeling, the person opposite him was not a person, but a mountain, a mountain that could not be climbed.

Director Jiang didn't know why he had such an idea, but he knew that if he didn't come up with a reason that would convince Ding Yi today, he would be trapped in a quagmire of anxiety and unable to get out in the days to come.

"Cough! Ho ho..." Director Jiang pretended to cough and clear his throat, but he didn't expect it to turn into a real cough, a real cough that made him unable to breathe.

Ding Yi raised his hand and tapped Director Jiang a few times in mid-air. Director Jiang immediately felt a cool breeze rushing into his throat, and the feeling of shortness of breath disappeared.

He stared at Ding Yi with wide eyes, his lips trembling. Then his eyes glowed with a fiery light, and he looked at Ding Yi again, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

"what is that?"

Ding Yi didn't care. He stepped carelessly and made a hole. He said seriously, "You have investigated it, everyone knows that I am not only beautiful, but also a bit skilled in fighting."

Director Jiang's gaze moved back and forth between the ground and Ding Yi's face.

"..." She's a bit of a fighter, what nonsense is she talking about?

"Are you not going to tell me yet?" Ding Yi had lost his patience and wasted a lot of time dawdling with Director Jiang.

"Ah! I say."

"Just say it, why are you coughing? Be careful or I'll make you cough." Ding Yi choked.

Director Jiang's face turned pale and he talked about a secret that happened more than 20 years ago.

"Twenty-five years ago, the wife of the young master of the Sun family in Qianse City, Qu Shuzhu, the daughter of the side branch of the Qu family, died after giving birth to a daughter. The whereabouts of the daughter is unknown. According to their relationship, Qu Xuan has to call her aunt."

"Qu Shuzhu's marriage to the Sun family is also a strong alliance. Once, Sun Gangli, the former young master of the Sun family and the current head of the Sun family, invited a man to join the Sun family."

"The man later left. Qu Shuzhu had just given birth and had a violent argument with Sun Gangli, which led to a hemorrhage."

Director Jiang looked around like a thief, his eyes narrowed into slits, and then he leaned closer to Ding Yi and continued gossiping, "According to gossip, Qu Shuzhu died of hemorrhage because Sun Gangli told her a secret."

Ding Yi was filled with murderous intent, and said viciously: "Don't tell me that child is not Sun Gangli's?"

Director Jiang slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, the child is not Sun Gangli's, but that mysterious man's."

Ding Yi's eyes swept across Director Jiang's fat face. The other party was immersed in gossip, but she felt an inexplicable anger that she couldn't suppress.

"Well, speaking of which, Qu Shuzhu is also a pitiful person." Director Jiang continued, "That's why Sun Gangli went for a paternity test as soon as the child was born? Why did Qu Shuzhu dare to get pregnant with someone else's child when the two families were getting married?"

"Because, she doesn't know." Ding Yi's voice was eerie and terrifying. Director Jiang had already put clues in front of her one by one. If she still couldn't guess, she wanted to hit her head against the wall and die.

"Ah - how do you know?" Director Jiang looked at Ding Yi with suspicion, a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Go on." The tough Ding Yi's face became calmer, like the precursor of a volcanic eruption.

Director Jiang was not careless and put away the gossip: "This was the news that Sun Gangli revealed to his mistress after he got drunk. That night, the mistress took the money and ran away. Few people knew about it."

"Sun Gangli said in person that in order to win over the mysterious man, he knocked his wife Qu Shuzhu unconscious and sent her to the mysterious man's bed. I think you can guess what happened next."

"Who is the person looking for you?" Ding Yi guessed it. He felt as if his heart was being squeezed into a ball by a hand and he had an urge to burst into tears.

"Sun Qiuyang, the current young master of the Sun family and the eldest son of Qu Shuzhu, gave me 20 million and said he wanted to meet you and asked me not to make it public."