Everyone went crazy after the villainous female supporting character was bound to the system.

Tao Qingshu's face turned green as she glared at Fan Liang resentfully: "You called me 'darling' this morning, and now you're kicking me to the curb with such disgust. How can you be so heartless?"

Fan Liang took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with anger: "You've slept with so many people, who knows if you have any diseases?"

"You're so filthy, how dare you talk about love in front of me? I love you, my ass."

Tao Qingshu wanted to say something more, but the police impatiently urged, "This is not the time to listen to your love talk. Please come with us to the police station."

Tao Qingshu didn't want to go, but she had no choice but to face the police.

After the police took Tao Qingshu away, Fan Liang cautiously glanced at Liu Tianqing, who rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

Once the people had gone far away, Fan Liang breathed a sigh of relief. He moved closer to Zuo Jinrong and put his arm around the other's neck.

"Brother, who exactly is she? How does she know so much information? And how can she be so prescient? Can she predict the future?"

Zuo Jinrong rolled his eyes: "I sent people to inquire. It is said that she should have a source of information. As for how they contact each other, no one knows. However, some people suspect that she has installed some kind of chip or high-tech thing on herself."

"How can a chip receive information, and let her read it directly? Is her brain not a human brain, but some kind of sophisticated instrument?"

Fan Liang looked bewildered. His family was in the manufacturing industry and they didn't really understand many of these mysterious high-tech industries. Therefore, he knew even less about the chips that Zuo Jinrong was talking about.

Seeing that he didn't understand and didn't know how to explain, Zuo Jinrong simply stopped explaining.

Anyway, he doesn't understand either.

"Putting that aside, I think this news is quite credible. I heard from my grandfather that she is not in very good health and is now a resident of this nursing home."

"Moreover, my grandfather and the others did everything they could to make her live a little longer, keeping her busy every day so that she could move around more, exercise, and improve her physical condition, just in case she was left alone in her room to die."

Fan Liang's mouth dropped open in shock as he asked, "Is implanting a chip really that terrifying?"

Zuo Jinrong sighed, looking melancholy: "Who knows? I've only ever seen chips implanted in people's brains in science fiction movies."

"Indeed, technological progress always comes at a huge cost," Fan Liang remarked with a sigh.

Seeing that Liu Tianqing's figure was almost out of sight, Zuo Jinrong nudged Fan Liang: "Don't just stand there, the big boss is almost out of sight..."

The two whispered to each other as they hurriedly chased after Liu Tianqing.

At this time, Liu Tianqing was unaware that because she had moved into the nursing home, rumors had spread about her, and not only did all the elderly people in the nursing home know that she would not live long, but even the staff of the nursing home knew that she would not live long.

The people who regularly take care of her treat her like a fragile glass doll, always thinking that she might choke to death just by drinking water, choke to death while eating, or even never wake up again while sleeping.

During these days of being treated with utmost care, Liu Tianqing would often remark to the other elderly people how wonderful the service was.

Within just two days, the news that Liu Tianqing wouldn't live much longer spread to various police stations and military headquarters.

When Yan Qingfeng heard the news, he was completely bewildered and complained to his assistant, A Jin, "She's dying? Are you kidding me?"

Ah Jin pushed up his glasses: "It shouldn't be. It's said to have come from the Yi Yang Ju nursing home. Most of the elderly people living in Yi Yang Ju are prominent figures. They move in there to make their retirement life more colorful. Also, the security and defense of Yi Yang Ju are really strong."

There are too many people who want these people dead.

When the nursing home took in this group of people, it immediately set up a security team. On weekdays, the members of the security team are scattered in various parts of the nursing home, patrolling around to ensure that no criminals can enter the nursing home.

This unique feature is the main reason why Yiyangju attracts so many prominent figures.

Therefore, Yan Qingfeng's first reaction was that Liu Tianqing had chosen to live in the Yiyangju because of this.

If she continues to rent a place outside, there is always the possibility that a killer will break in through the window or door and kill her.

But once you move into the senior living facility, this worry disappears.

If Liu Tianqing knew how much he had been thinking, she would definitely roll her eyes and kindly remind him that 'overthinking is a disease that needs treatment.'

Just as Yan Qingfeng was pondering what Liu Tianqing was up to, his phone rang.

It was a call from Chief Zhang of the police station.

Yan Qingfeng answered the phone: "Hello, Director Zhang."

Director Zhang: "Come to the bureau, I need your help with something."

Yan Qingfeng arrived at the police station quickly and went straight to Director Zhang's office.

Director Zhang's office was filled with smoke, which was very pungent.

Yan Qingfeng frowned slightly, opened the window, and said to Director Zhang, "Smoke less. You're practically murdering those of us who inhale secondhand smoke."

Director Zhang smiled bitterly and put out his cigarette: "Did you know that Liu Tianqing has a terminal illness and doesn't have many days left to live?"

Yan Qingfeng nodded: "But I don't believe it."

Director Zhang leaned back on the stool: "At first I didn't believe it either, so I sent someone to investigate at the nursing home. The staff there said that Liu Tianqing really didn't have many days left to live. Everyone at the nursing home knew about this, and they were now afraid that Liu Tianqing might accidentally die one day."

Yan Qingfeng was completely dumbfounded: "Really?"

Could it be that he misjudged?

its not right! ! !

Liu Tianqing was perfectly healthy just two days ago, how come he suddenly won't live much longer?

Director Zhang leaned back in his chair, looking melancholy: "Actually, thinking about it, it all makes sense now. She's moved into the nursing home. When Zhang Zhiguo told me she'd moved in, I didn't believe him..."

Yan Qingfeng looked incredulous and analyzed:

"The security system at Yi Yang Ju is the best in the industry. So many important people live there, and no one has been successfully assassinated so far. Yi Yang Ju has even sent more than ten assassins to the police station."

"Given the frequency with which Liu Tianqing has been assassinated, I think it's a very wise choice for her to move in."

Director Zhang had a different opinion on this point: "What you said makes some sense, but not much."

"The security is indeed very convincing, but you've overlooked one issue: the location. It's a retirement home, a nursing home. Is it really appropriate for a 21-year-old to move in?"

“If she were a healthy person, and the nursing home took her in, wouldn’t it just be a place to rent a house? What kind of nursing home would that be? So, she must have a health problem.”

"Moreover, when I look back at everything she did after her abnormal behavior, each thing was more outrageous than the last. Even when she revealed her true identity and attracted a group of people who wanted her dead, she didn't care. In fact, she was very enthusiastic about taking care of her in her old age. So, it can only mean one thing: she knew she didn't have much time left to live."

Yan Qingfeng was stunned. He didn't say anything…

This viewpoint does have some merit...

However, Yi Yang Ju is a private enterprise after all, so whether or not to take it over is ultimately up to them.

Upon hearing the news, Yan Qingfeng was somewhat dazed. Had the cooperation just ended like this?

After thinking about it, he decided to test the waters, so he drove to the nursing home.

Before going, he opened the group chat and tagged Liu Tianqing, saying, "Where are you? I went to your house but couldn't find you."

About half an hour later, Liu Tianqing replied to the message.

Liu~~: "We've moved to a new place."

Yang Family Treasures: "Your idol moved?? Do you need us to warm up the house for you?"

Liu: "No need, it's not convenient, and it's already quite lively here."

After replying to the message, Liu Tianqing looked around at the elderly people, his eyes filled with melancholy.

She originally wanted to sleep in her room, but seven or eight elderly men and women all rushed into her room, bringing their own small stools. They all stretched them out on the ground, sat down, and started chatting, keeping watch over Liu Tianqing. They were determined to take Liu Tianqing out to play as soon as she woke up.

Liu Tianqing had been living like this for several days, and he was almost speechless with frustration.

She wants to take a job...

Liu~~: "Yang Bao, when will filming for the second season start? I'm so bored."

Yang Family Treasure: "The week after next, if you're bored, how about going to Hengdian to work as an extra?"

There were reasons why extras were introduced to Liu Tianqing.

Because extras can leave at any time, it won't affect his later variety show filming.

After thinking about it, Liu Tianqing decided it was feasible and replied to the Yang family's treasure, "I'll go take a look tomorrow."

Yan Qingfeng had already arrived at the entrance of the nursing home. After parking his car, he saw the message sent by Liu Tianqing.

Commander Yan: "I'm at your door, I'll come in to find you right away."

Upon seeing this message, Liu Tianqing raised an eyebrow and asked, "You're investigating me?"

Commander Yan: "Do we still need to investigate? Everyone outside knows where you live."

Yang Family Treasure: "What encrypted messages are you two talking about? Why don't you decrypt them? I want to join you too."

Liu Tianqing's brow twitched as he read Yan Qingfeng's words, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

However, she quickly put that thought aside, because she was currently being dragged by Sister Lin to practice calligraphy.

After Yan Qingfeng entered the nursing home and registered at the gatehouse, he was led by a security guard to find Liu Tianqing.

At this moment, Liu Tianqing was in the calligraphy room, forced to learn calligraphy.

As the saying goes, the most important thing to do to write calligraphy well is to have a steady hand.

Liu Tianqing looked confident, holding a calligraphy brush in his hand. He sketched in the air on the rice paper with his eyes, then his brush moved like a dragon, flowing freely and unrestrainedly, turning left and right, and quickly reaching the bottom.

Sister Lin was sitting behind a table not far away, sipping tea. Seeing her graceful demeanor, she nodded in satisfaction.

This momentum, this posture, this rhythm of the brushstrokes, these hands as steady as reinforced concrete—this is a promising talent for calligraphy, and it's clear he has some basic skills.

Just as he nodded in satisfaction, Liu Tianqing slowly put down her pen, took a deep breath, and looked up at her: "Sister Lin, it's finished!"

Speaking of which, most of the elderly people living in the nursing home are over 60 years old. Liu Tianqing originally wanted to call them grandpa and grandma, but the people inside unanimously rejected her, saying that everyone calls each other brother and sister, and since she has moved in, the generational order cannot be messed up.

That's why she started calling all the elderly people in the nursing home "brothers and sisters".

As the person involved, she still felt extremely ashamed.

Sister Lin put down her teacup, smiled, and said, "I've come to take a look."

Liu Tianqing confidently moved aside, making room for Sister Lin.

Her performance pleased Sister Lin greatly. However... when Sister Lin saw the words Liu Tianqing had written, everything changed, and her smile froze on her face.

His trembling finger pointed at Liu Tianqing's calligraphy: "This is what you wrote?"

On the rice paper, several lines of the same thickness twisted and turned, filling the entire sheet, making it impossible to recognize what the characters were.

However, the fluidity of the lines reveals that the person who drew them was truly unrestrained, giving the impression of "even if the King of Heaven himself comes, I will still draw like this, and I am determined to fill the entire paper."

Liu Tianqing raised his chin and nodded: "Purple Qi Comes from the East, not bad, right? I remembered what you said, you must keep your hand steady, and my hand did not tremble at all."

Sister Lin took a few deep breaths, wanting to get angry, but thinking of Liu Tianqing's health, she forced herself to hold it back.

Finally, he managed to stammer out, "You're too steady... Every stroke is the same thickness. Your handwriting is so thick it's like a smear of ink on a whole sheet of paper. If you didn't call it handwriting, I would have thought it was just a big blotch of ink."

Liu Tianqing looked at his handwriting and frowned slightly: "Is it really that bad? I think it's pretty good..."

As she spoke, she analyzed for Sister Lin: "Look, the strokes are smooth, without any pauses. And look at the lines of uniform thickness. My hand is as steady as an old dog, without the slightest tremor. In addition, my writing posture and even my aura are all strictly in accordance with what you taught me. This is a good piece of calligraphy!"

This was Liu Tianqing's first time encountering calligraphy, and he truly didn't know what was good or bad.

The original owner also had no related memories.

And in the post-apocalyptic world she lived in, everyone was worried about how to survive, so who would bother with things like calligraphy?

"You're driving me crazy! Besides these things, handwriting also needs to be aesthetically pleasing. Look at your work, where's the aesthetic appeal?"

Sister Lin was so angry that she was trembling. She hadn't taught Liu Tianqing anything profound, and even when she asked him to copy, he could still write so badly. She was somewhat desperate.

The first time she realized how difficult it was to teach people to write, her Waterloo in life occurred in her later years.

You might say Liu Tianqing has no talent, but his hand doesn't shake when he writes, and he writes with great vigor.

She seems to have no aesthetic sense, though.

If Liu Tianqing can get his aesthetic sense back on track, he still has a good chance of becoming a calligrapher.

Liu Tianqing clicked her tongue. Calligraphy was so difficult; she wasn't interested in it at all.

Just then, the security guard led Yan Qingfeng to the calligraphy room.

"Liu Tianqing".

Liu Tianqing turned to look at him: "You're here?"

Yan Qingfeng walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Look!" Liu Tianqing pointed to the characters he had written: "Learning calligraphy."

Yan Qingfeng leaned closer to take a look, and his lips twitched slightly: "What the hell are you putting on?"

Sister Lin had calmed down by this time: "She wrote 'Auspicious Purple Qi Comes from the East'."