Chapter 86 — Murder Mystery Script "Who Is the One I Love?" (Part 5)

Mu Ran was stunned, thinking to herself, "What is Gu Beicheng doing?" A hundred Carnival gifts and sports cars cost tens of thousands of yuan! Yet on the surface, she remained calm and indifferent.

She smiled gracefully. "Mr. Cheng, you're getting too excited."

In the live stream's comment section—

[Who wouldn't be excited? Isn't this basically an official announcement!]
[Cheng Bei and Gu are so rich!]
[Who wouldn't fall for a man like that!]
[I’m totally shipping Cheng Bei and Xiao Ran as a couple!]
[You two hurry up and get married, have ten kids! I’ll help raise them!]
[Me, me, me! I'm a kindergarten teacher! I can help!]

Two minutes later—

[Guys! Cheng Bei just transferred me ten thousand yuan!]
[Me too. I just received it!]
[No wonder these two are a couple, they're both so generous!]
[Why didn’t I get a transfer from Cheng Bei?]
[Because we just vowed to ship Xiao Ran and Cheng Bei as a CP!]

Mu Ran's heart inexplicably began to race. What on earth was Gu Beicheng up to? The fans merely commented that they made a good couple, and this man started giving out money!

"Alright, everyone, let’s draw the lucky bags. Time for the prize announcement," Mu Ran shifted the topic, opening the streaming backend and checking the list of winners.

"Cheng Bei Gu?"

"What?" Lan Yanzhi was startled by Mu Ran’s surprised look. He leaned over to peer at her phone's screen.

"Mr. Cheng?"

What a coincidence! Lan Yanzhi was astonished—the winner of the Volkswagen was none other than Cheng Bei Gu.

Mu Ran composed herself, her cold and elegant face relaxing slightly as she smiled faintly. "The winner of the Volkswagen is Cheng Bei Gu."

Despite her cool voice, a note of excitement slipped through.

Mu Ran blinked at the streaming phone with her clear, fox-like eyes, her lips curled in a smile.

"Mr. Cheng really hit the jackpot!"

She couldn’t help but tease him. The gifts he just sent were only worth a few tens of thousands, while the Volkswagen arranged by An Lan cost over two hundred thousand.

No sooner had Mu Ran finished speaking than Cheng Bei Gu sent another hundred Carnival gifts in the live stream.

"Stop sending gifts, stop, just transfer it to me privately. The platform takes a cut," Mu Ran laughed helplessly.

DM Hua Rujin, who had been waiting by the door, couldn’t take it anymore. The two players were having too much fun live streaming! Weren’t they supposed to be doing tasks? Why were they getting excited over gifts—and even giving away cars?

DM Hua Rujin: [Players, what are you doing?]

He walked into the dormitory, waving the script meaningfully.

Lan Yanzhi, still immersed in Gu Beicheng—Cheng Bei Gu’s bold gift-giving and luck, saw DM Hua Rujin come in and quickly stood up. His pale, handsome face turned bright red in an instant.

Right, what was he doing now? His task was to get Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran) to go to Jiang Luoyu’s (Gu Beicheng’s) office. But Gu Beicheng wasn’t idle either… Instead, he was making waves in the live stream, showering gifts, and successfully earning the "tycoon" reputation in front of the audience.

"Babies, our stream is ending soon. I’ll have my assistant deliver the Volkswagen to Mr. Cheng. I’ll stream again when I have time. Bye-bye!"

Mu Ran stood up and walked over to Lan Yanzhi, who was frozen and bewildered. She patted his shoulder. "Bro, what do you need from me?"

Lan Yanzhi: "…"

These players were getting into character faster and faster. Before he could react, she had already switched faces.

Mu Ran's previously cold but smiling face now carried an even deeper, youthful charm.

"Um… Qingyue, Mr. Jiang wants you to go to his office. He has something to discuss with you."

Jiang Qingze (Lan Yanzhi) wore an expression of helplessness, sighing. "Qingyue, why did you pick Jiang Luoyu’s class for no reason?"

"He’s handsome."

"What does his being handsome have to do with you?"

"It doesn’t now, but I need to figure something out."

Jiang Qingze (Lan Yanzhi) was speechless, about to lead Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran) to the man's office.

"Let’s go."

After a short walk, Jiang Qingze (Lan Yanzhi) suddenly stopped, facing Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran) and speaking coldly.

Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran): "What do you mean, 'come out'?"

"Your second personality!"

Jiang Qingze (Lan Yanzhi) lowered his voice, locking eyes with the woman’s confused face.

Lan Yanzhi had gentle features, not sharp but soft, giving off an approachable vibe. Now, he tried to look serious at Mu Ran, but his tender eyes still carried a spring-like warmth.

Mu Ran stepped back, playfully smacked his chest, and joked in "Jiang Qingyue’s" tone. "Bro, are you sick? What second personality?"

Mu Ran wondered silently—was there a split personality character in this script?

"Alright… let’s go," Jiang Qingze’s face immediately fell, and he slapped his own forehead.

He glanced at DM Hua Rujin beside him. When he saw the DM’s helpless expression, even an awkward smile couldn’t stay on his face.

Mu Ran muttered inwardly: Three male players, two comedians—this script is impossible to play straight.

DM Hua Rujin secretly complained too: Apart from Gu Beicheng, they’re all comedians. These players are so hard to manage!

For the sake of the variety show’s progress, the two said little along the way.

When Jiang Qingze (Lan Yanzhi) and Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran) arrived at Jiang Luoyu’s (Gu Beicheng’s) office—

"Knock knock—"

"Come in."

The man's clear, gentle voice came from inside.

"You wait for me out here," Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran) said, pushing open the door and entering, leaving Jiang Qingze (Lan Yanzhi) standing outside, bewildered.

DM Hua Rujin tapped the man’s shoulder. [Player, please choose one of the two cards in my hand to decide Jiang Qingyue’s fate.]

Lan Yanzhi’s brows rose sharply, lips pressed together. He looked up at Hua Rujin, his eyes full of doubt, and after a moment, he spoke. "I can decide another player’s character’s fate?"

What kind of script was this! It was Lan Yanzhi’s first time playing a scenario where a player could decide another player’s character’s life or death.

DM Hua Rujin blinked, his eyes full of amusement. He pulled Lan Yanzhi aside, lips curling in a sly smile. "Our show doesn’t follow the usual path. The original intention is different from traditional murder-mystery games—maximizing effect and excitement is the goal."

Lan Yanzhi leaned against the wall, glancing at the two cards in Hua Rujin’s hand. He moved closer and whispered, "Why don’t we play a horror script then? Wouldn’t that be more exciting?"

Hua Rujin shook his head. "The broadcast authority is strict about variety shows now. Superstition isn’t encouraged. You still want to film horror themes?"

Lan Yanzhi shook his head. He had made his debut with horror films, which were a bit mystical. Any actor with some fame avoided that genre.

DM Hua Rujin: [Player, please choose whether the character 'Jiang Qingyue' will live or die.]

Lan Yanzhi looked at the two cards, narrowed his eyes in thought, and finally pointed at the card in Hua Rujin’s left hand. "I choose 'Jiang Qingyue' dies."

DM Hua Rujin: [Alright, player, return to the deduction room and wait.]

Lan Yanzhi returned to the deduction room to find Xu Yunshu and Wei Xingran already seated.

"Yanzhi, Mr. Cheng’s character actually has a split personality!"

The assistant director, Chen Liang, immediately interrupted, "Players, please remain silent. You’ll need to complete tasks in the real scenario soon."

Inside Jiang Luoyu’s (Gu Beicheng’s) office—

"Mr. Jiang, you wanted to see me?"

Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran) gripped her phone tightly, approaching the man seated at the desk.

At that moment, her phone screen showed her chat with Lone Wolf of West Capital—Chen Jinsheng.

"Yes, sit down."

Jiang Luoyu (Gu Beicheng) was as cool and gentle as in the classroom, gesturing for her to sit across from him.

"I want to talk to you about Ye Qiao. I’m his uncle."

Hearing the name "Ye Qiao," Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran) quickly stood up, her expression cold, her voice calm and unwavering. "Sir, if you want to discuss that man, I refuse."

The passion from the classroom was gone, for she now knew about Huang Qin and the man's marriage.

The most crucial plot point of the script was: Ye Qiao betrayed Jiang Qingyue.

Whether Ye Qiao truly had brain cancer or not, it no longer concerned Jiang Qingyue.

As she stood and turned, she portrayed the character’s emotions to perfection.

"Do you know Ye Qiao has brain cancer?"

The man's cool voice gained a hint of displeasure.

Jiang Qingyue (Mu Ran) sneered, glancing sideways at the handsome, sharp-featured man. "Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

"But, Mr. Jiang, I am quite interested in you."

She glanced at her phone screen, then stepped closer to him, holding up her phone with a smile. "Mr. Jiang, let’s add each other on WeChat."

Jiang Luoyu was clearly taken aback, his posture stiffening.

This reaction was actually Gu Beicheng’s.

Gu Beicheng narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in his bottomless gaze.

"Ranran, do you usually like adding other men on WeChat?"

Mu Ran broke character, moving to his side, her devilish aura palpable. She knew he was jealous.

Just a role—and yet this man could still be jealous.

She leaned against the desk, standing right across from Gu Beicheng.

Gu Beicheng pressed his lips tightly, his cold gaze flicking to the cameraman behind him.

The cameraman felt a chill run straight up his spine. He quickly shifted the camera, turning away from them.

The cameraman silently chanted: "You can’t see me, you can’t see me. Please continue, I’m invisible. Don’t worry, your ambiguous scenes will be edited out!"

Gu Beicheng turned his gaze, meeting Mu Ran’s alluring eyes. He relaxed his lips, his expression softening, but before he could speak, she tilted his chin up.

Mu Ran: "I haven’t. Only you."

She continued, "When did you start streaming?"

Gu Beicheng’s chin was lifted by her slender fingers, his deep eyes full of mirth. Seeing her brow furrow and hearing her questioning tone, he felt delighted, and despite his composed face, a hint of pride escaped.

"A long time ago."

Mu Ran raised her brow, her aura suddenly colder. "How long?"

Sensing her annoyance, Gu Beicheng raised his hand, grabbed her hand still holding his chin, kneaded it, then brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "Ever since you started streaming."