Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

"Xiaoyi, is this male protagonist fake?"

Quan Jiuxi nestled in the black velvet sofa hand-sewn in Italy. The curve of the sofa armrests just supported her slender waist.

A dark grey turtleneck cashmere sweater wrapped around her neck, outlining a clear outline of her collarbone. The hem of her sweater was casually tucked into vintage distressed jeans, the cuffs rolled up twice, revealing the delicate silver chain around her ankle. The pendant was a tiny star track map, and as her fingertips moved lightly, it emitted a cold glow under the refraction of the overhead light.

Her seaweed-like long hair was untied, with slightly curled ends. A few strands of hair fell beside her cheeks, covering the light brown mole at the corner of her eye, but it could not hide the nonchalant coldness in her eyes.

A translucent projection screen was suspended in front of her, and the blue light reflected on her cold white skin, like a thin layer of ice.

[Sir, yes. According to the latest hidden plot, Jiang Zhan has taken over the identity of his best friend Xi Lanxiu.]

The real Xi Lanxiu and his mother Juanzi died in a serial car accident five years ago. Before his death, Juanzi's son, the real Xi Lanxiu, grabbed Jiang Zhan's wrist, with blood marks almost embedded in his flesh, and asked him to fulfill his mother's last wish to find her relatives.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhan used this opportunity to erase all traces, lived under the name Xi Lanxiu for five years, and even became a top-tier actor thanks to the luck he stole.

Xiaoyi's electronic voice was accompanied by the noise of electricity, and the virtual image trembled in the air, as if afraid of being frostbitten by the coldness of her fingertips.

Quan Jiuxi scoffed softly, her fingertips tapping against the armrest of the sofa, making a crisp sound. Her nails were neatly trimmed, a faint pink hue that stood out from the coldness of her demeanor. "Has the law of this world lost its mind? It's letting a usurping demon take on the mantle of the protagonist."

[The system detected that Jiang Zhan's luck value had reached 98%, even distorting the laws of space. All clues pointing to the truth were automatically blocked.]

"Interesting." The corners of her lips curled up slightly, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a light blue smoke and scattered on the Persian carpet worth seven figures.

When the hem of the cashmere sweater swept across the edge of the sofa, the airflow caused by it made the projection screen shake - on the screen, Jiang Zhan was telling his family that he had just started dating.

[Sir! Where are you going? Wait for me!]

Xiaoyi chased the wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

When Jiang Zhan walked out of the Shi family's old house, the gilded door slowly closed behind him with a dull sound.

He was wearing a three-piece haute couture suit. The dark grey stripes made him look tall and straight, but his tightly pursed lips revealed his restlessness.

The evening breeze blew over with the fragrance of osmanthus, but he felt as if it was soaked in ice chips, which were penetrating his collar and penetrating into the cracks between his bones.

For some reason, just now in the dining room, Xi Lanxiu looked at him with particularly deep eyes, like two deep wells.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, leaving shallow marks of sweat on the leather surface.

He has always believed in luck - from being an extra to becoming a movie star, from staying in Xi Lanxiu's old residence to becoming the heir of the Xi family, he relied on this inexplicable "luck".

But at this moment, my heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, getting tighter and tighter.

The navigation screen was a blinding red, and the evening rush hour traffic formed a thick river on the asphalt road.

Jiang Zhan loosened his tie impatiently. The diamond cufflinks gleamed coldly in the sunset, but could not reflect the panic in his eyes.

An ominous premonition washed over him like a tide, and he swerved the steering wheel. The tires screeched harshly against the ground, and he rushed straight through the red light.

In the rearview mirror, the curses of the electric car and the honking of private cars were mixed together, but he stepped on the accelerator and didn't notice that the red dot of the street corner surveillance was faithfully recording this scene - the movie star Jiang Zhan ran three red lights in the city center, and the limited edition perfume he was going to give to the heroine was placed in the back seat of the car.

Jiang Zhan didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the car rushed onto the cross-river bridge.

The bridge spans the river, and the cables on both sides draw graceful arcs in the twilight. The river breeze blows water vapor onto the car windows, condensing into tiny water droplets.

Just as he was about to speed up, there was a sudden sound from the passenger door, as if someone had closed the door casually.

"Is Mr. Jiang in such a hurry? Is he rushing to give Miss Su a surprise?"

A flat voice floated in with the river breeze, like an icicle knocking on the glass.

Jiang Zhan's whole body stiffened and he turned his head suddenly - Quan Jiuxi was sitting sideways in the passenger seat, the collar of his high-necked cashmere sweater rubbed against the car window, leaving a faint white mark.

The pair of worn Martin boots on her feet were casually placed on the center console, which was out of place with the leather interior of his car.

"You...how did you get in?!" Jiang Zhan's voice stuttered, cold sweat slid down his spine, soaking the back of his shirt.

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyes, his eyes darker than the river: "What do you think?"

"Are you a human or a ghost?!" Jiang Zhan grabbed the emergency hammer, but his arms felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't lift them.

Only then did he realize that he could not move his hands and feet, and could only watch Quan Jiuxi's fingertips gently stroke the car window, leaving a trail of white mist.

"Heh." There was an ice in Quan Jiuxi's sneer. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes. The murderous intent surging in the shadow made Jiang Zhan's scalp numb.

"I'll give you money! One hundred million! No, one billion!" Jiang Zhan was completely panicked and begged for mercy incoherently, "I can also make you a movie queen and let the Su and Xi families pave the way for you! Please let me go..."

"Look at me." Quan Jiuxi's voice was very soft, but it seemed to have magic. Jiang Zhan couldn't help but meet her gaze.

There seemed to be countless star tracks spinning in those eyes, and the next second, the world was spinning.

Jiang Zhan felt the steering wheel spinning wildly in his hands. The car, like an arrow out of control, slammed into the bridge's guardrail. With a loud bang, the airbag deployed, carrying a pungent chemical smell. The blood on his forehead flowed down his cheek, dripping onto the limited edition perfume bottle, forming an ugly flower.

When Xiaoyi arrived, he only saw black smoke coming out of the front of the car. Quan Jiuxi was standing by the bridge. Jiang Feng lifted her long hair, revealing the silver star track earring behind her ear.

The golden light of the setting sun fell on her, but it seemed as if she was frozen, and even the air around her became a little colder.

[Sir…] Xiaoyi shuddered, looking at Jiang Zhan who was already dead in the driver's seat, and then looked at the horizon—the sunset glow was dyeing the river red, the sky was cloudless, and there was not even a trace of wind. The way of heaven had no reaction at all.

"Let's go." Quan Jiuxi turned around, her Martin boots making a crisp sound as they stepped on the bridge. She casually tugged at the collar of her cashmere sweater, revealing a small piece of cold white skin.

【Are you going to look for the heroine next? 】

Quan Jiuxi paused, and when he looked back at it, the coldness in his eyes almost solidified into substance: "Your system should be upgraded. A demon that relies on sucking the souls of the dead to prolong its life is worthy of letting me dirty my hands?"

[Evil ghost?!] Xiaoyi's data flow was instantly disrupted, and a dense red warning popped up on the virtual screen: "Soul analysis shows that Jiang Zhan's soul is 90% incomplete."

"Five years ago, after the car accident, the real Jiang Zhan was still breathing. He was the one who smothered him to death." Quan Jiuxi's voice was flat, but it made Xiaoyi's virtual image flicker. "Where do you think his good luck came from? It was just sustained by two lives."

She said nothing more and turned to walk to the other end of the bridge.

Beside Jiang Zhan's car, a pale blue soul was slowly rising. The young man was wearing washed-out clothes, and his eyebrows and eyes were as clean as the sky after rain. He bowed deeply to Quan Jiuxi's back, then turned into a point of light, floating away with the river breeze - there, his mother Juanzi was standing in the light, smiling and reaching out to him.

Su Miao was on the second floor of the villa, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows faced the cherry trees in the courtyard.

At this moment, she was wearing a dress with some oil paint on the hem, and was staring at the portrait on the easel.

Ever since she hooked up with Jiang Zhan, she has been staying in this villa to take care of him.

Her phone vibrated on the mahogany table. She casually glanced at the trending searches and her pupils dilated.

Her fingertips trembled as she clicked on the screen. In the video, Jiang Zhan's car was rampaging in the city center, running through three red lights, and finally rushing onto the cross-river bridge... The man in the picture had a ferocious face, completely different from the gentle actor in her impression who would bend down to tie her shoelaces.

She couldn't explain what she felt in her heart at this moment. What would she do without Jiang Zhan's support?

Jiang Zhan's legacy?

Yes, as far as he knew, Jiang Zhan had no relatives.

"Sir, where are we going?" Xiaoyi looked at Quan Jiuxi standing on the top of the clouds, with thousands of lights under his feet.

She changed into a black windbreaker, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, like a nighthawk with its wings folded.

"Go home." Quan Jiuxi stretched, the collar of his cashmere sweater sliding down, revealing a small piece of cold white skin. "It's time for someone else to become the protagonist of this world."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the night. Only the wind from the cross-river bridge continued to blow, picking up the bottle of perfume in Jiang Zhan's car. The fragrance mixed with the moisture of the river and dispersed in the air like a popped bubble.