Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore Chapter 344: Missing

"Assistant Zhou, Assistant Zhou, wake up, wake up—"

Wang Yi rushed into the room, first turning off the noisy loudspeaker alarm clock before looking at the other bed. He discovered the quilt was neatly folded, not only was there no one in it, but there was also no trace of anyone having slept there at all!

Wang Yi was imdiately dumbfounded.

"No one?"

How could there be no one?

Could it be Assistant Zhou had already gotten up?

But then why wasn't he answering his phone?

"Could it be sothing urgent ca up, and he had to leave without having ti to say anything?"

Wang Yi imdiately checked around and confird Assistant Zhou's personal belongings were still there.

This was strange.

Wang Yi was utterly perplexed.

But soon, he discovered another key point—

"That kid didn't co back last night at all, did he?"

Wang Yi felt the bed;

his palm t only coldness.

This was strange. The phone was unreachable, the person couldn't be found. A living, breathing person had suddenly beco unreachable.

What was going on? This guy left without even leaving a note…

But just as Wang Yi was puzzling over this, his phone rang again.

[Assistant Zhou: Family ergency, had to leave temporarily. Don't disturb.]

Wang Yi looked at this ssage, paused for a mont, then muttered sowhat unhappily, "This kid, didn't even return a call, really doesn't treat as a friend!"

At the very least, he could have told him before leaving!

Made him worry for nothing, getting so worked up.

Wang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to head back to the production team. Little did he know, his every move at this mont was being observed by soone…

…

Nightfall, rooftop, full moon, chirping insects.

A pair of upright, ethereal-looking man and woman sat on the high platform, calmly gazing at the distant full moon.

"Actually, I've always had so doubts."

Huo Wan'er, who now knew her true origins, looked at the handso knight-errant before her with a sorrowful expression, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.

"Are the things from the past really that important?"

Song Chenye looked calmly into the distance. Hearing Huo Wan'er's words, he nodded firmly. "Yes, important."

"Even if it ans losing everything, just for revenge?"

"What does 'losing everything' an?"

Song Chenye lovingly stroked the long sword in his hand, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. "I have gained the courage to steadfastly overco all obstacles, and a heart that has returned to peace."

"As a son, if I cannot fulfill my filial duties to my parents;

as a knight-errant, if I cannot eradicate evil and wickedness;

as a man, if I cannot make my na known far and wide—then what use is this life I cling to?"

"Even though my path of cultivation is one of using killing to stop killing, using evil to subdue evil, I only kill those who deserve to be killed, only strike back at those who harbor malice towards . On this path of revenge, I sit upright and walk the straight path. Why should I fear losing?"

Huo Wan'er listened to Song Chenye's words and fell into a long silence.

Finally, she smiled bitterly. "Brother Song, you are a great hero worthy of respect."

It's just that, as soone destined to be abandoned on his path of revenge, her heart ached so much, as if scorched by raging flas, making it hard to breathe.

She hated it so much—hated being her father's daughter, unable to change this fact. And she couldn't help but resent it—resent Song Chenye's unwavering forward march, yet unwilling to look back at her.

What she despised even more was her own indecisive self now, her cynical self, and the self caught between righteousness and evil, filial piety and duty!

The more Huo Wan'er thought, the more sorrowful she beca, but no tears would flow from her eyes anymore—she had no right to shed tears at this ti.

So Huo Wan'er could only bite her lip tightly, staring blankly at the distant moon.

The moonlight was faintly cool, spilling over her, making her feel icy cold to the bone.

Huo Wan'er curled up slightly, hugging her own arms, feeling dizzy and faint from the cool night breeze for the first ti.

Song Chenye, beside her, noticed Huo Wan'er's movent. His hand subconsciously pressed against his own sleeve. Finally, as if sensing it was inappropriate, he actively stood up. "The autumn night is cold. Let's head back first."

Huo Wan'er looked up at the person before her, her face sowhat dazed, as if she hadn't quite processed it yet.

Song Chenye had no choice but to extend his arm.

—Even at this point, he was still that self-restrained, etiquette-observing Brother Song, offering his arm, not his hand.

Huo Wan'er lowered her head and still reached out to grasp his arm, using the support to stand up.

Through the sleeve, she couldn't sense the temperature of his arm. Only her own palm felt exceptionally cold.

At that mont, the distance between them was just like this layer of clothing—so close, yet so far.

Huo Wan'er actively withdrew her hand, hiding the glint of tears in her eyes. When she looked up again, her gaze towards Song Chenye was still gentle and admiring. "Then let's go, Brother Song."

—Let this be her willfulness.

Let her spend a little more ti with him in these final monts…

-

By the ti the night scene for *Record of Chasing the Wind* wrapped, it was already past 11 PM.

Everyone, who had originally prepared to work until midnight, collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

What was rare this ti was that neither Xiao He nor Yuan Sitong dropped the ball. The two of them coordinated this part of the plot quite well.

Especially this scene centered on Huo Wan'er, where a lot of the emotional turbulence rested largely on Yuan Sitong. It was a very nuanced performance. And Yuan Sitong, sohow, as if she had gained enlightennt, saw her acting skills soar. She only needed to run through the scene a few tis simply to achieve the effect Director Deng wanted during the actual take.

Not to ntion others, even Xiao He himself was sowhat surprised.

Yuan Sitong's acting had improved!

And when he saw Zhao Qinyuan walking over, Xiao He's expression turned into one of faint disdain.

Everyone else was working hard! Yet this guy!

Xiao He had a strange premonition. The role of "Liu Zhilin" might perhaps be Zhao Qinyuan's last peak, representative role.

Because if he didn't change his idea of hyping up CPs, he would only gradually head downhill from now on.

Until finally, wearing away all his talent and natural flair, becoming just another face in the crowd.

"Sitong, today—"

"Sorry, I have another class today, so I need to go back to the city. Let's talk about anything else later."

Yuan Sitong directly blocked the invitation Zhao Qinyuan was about to extend with a single sentence.

Zhao Qinyuan gave an awkward smile. "Sitong has been really diligent lately. Then I won't disturb you…"

"Mhm."

Yuan Sitong gave a cool, aloof nod, then turned and walked away.

—Being diligent is exactly right!

Is it important? Is it work-related?

If not, then get lost! Don't disturb making money!

Witnessing this scene, Xiao He couldn't help but say to Xiao Chen beside him, "She's a master."

He released cold air every day but hadn't ignited Yuan Sitong's work enthusiasm. Instead, one overly enthusiastic person chasing after her had spurred Yuan Sitong to go back and cram acting lessons every day.

What was this?

Reverse study motivation?

Xiao Chen also wore a look of sighing with mixed emotions. "So, Sister Sitong's biggest nesis isn't you, Brother Xiao, but Teacher Zhao Qinyuan."

Xiao He: …

Right, but also not right.

Since the production team was currently at the foot of the mountain, very close to the hotel, Xiao He and his group weren't in a hurry to catch a ride back. Instead, they walked and chatted, directly making their way back to the hotel on foot.

However, while passing through the hotel lobby, Xiao He unintentionally overheard an argunt at the front desk—

"My friend hasn't been reachable since last night until now. That's equivalent to him going missing directly from your hotel! Why can't you let review the surveillance footage? Then I'll call the police right now!"

"Sir, please calm down and wait a mont. The main issue is your friend himself stated he had an urgent matter to attend to and left. He didn't encounter any danger;

there's no missing person situation. For you to review the surveillance now, we need to first report and apply on your behalf."

"Wait? How long have I been waiting already? I just want to confirm when he left the hotel. Is that so difficult?"

Xiao He stopped in his tracks.