TSFLIP Chapter 348

Feng Guang opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound. She didn’t know what to call him—Mr. A or An Yi. But now, no matter which name she chose, both felt unfamiliar.

As if sensing her thoughts, the man—gentle and refined like a piece of jade—knelt before her. His cold yet strikingly beautiful hand rested on her cheek. The chill made her shudder for the first time.

“Feng Guang, don’t be afraid. I’m still me. I just remembered a few things; that’s all. But I am still your An Yi. Perhaps… you would prefer calling me that,” he said in a soothing, affectionate tone—one that lovers would whisper to each other. It was both heartwarming and unsettling.

“Who… are you?” she asked. She should have felt terrified, but strangely, she was calm. Maybe after witnessing that man vanish before her very eyes, nothing—no matter how bizarre—could truly shake her anymore.

“In my previous life, my name was Wen Qiong,” he said with a light chuckle. “But now, I am your An Yi.”

Wen Qiong…

He was Wen Qiong!

Shock filled Feng Guang’s heart, and in an instant, all the lingering doubts in her mind clicked into place. So that was why the system had said An Yi was both a target for her mission and not a target at the same time. Back then, An Yi had only been half of Wen Qiong’s soul. And the reason why the system had been so quick to let her switch targets for just a small amount of points… was simply because An Yi and Wen Qiong were the same person.

She had thought about countless possibilities, but in the end, only one phrase came to mind: System, you’ve gotta be f*ing kidding me!**

The system remained silent. Even in such a dangerous situation, it refused to appear and tell its host how to escape from this yandere man—no, yandere ghost.

“The letters… my clothes… and this room…” she murmured.

He smiled. “That’s right. It was all arranged by me. I planned everything while I was still alive. The only thing I hadn’t anticipated was that you wouldn’t touch the hourglass.”

And now, his ghostly existence was yet another unforeseen variable.

Feng Guang looked at him, dumbfounded. “I don’t understand… How could you possibly have planned things months in advance?”

From the letters being delivered to her hotel, to the press conference for her new drama, to her arrival at Xinghai Tower, and even ending up in this very room—with a bomb filled with liquid explosives—it had all been arranged by him?

“It wasn’t difficult,” An Yi—no, Wen Qiong—said as he pulled her into his arms, seemingly unaware of how her body tensed in unease. “From the moment I met you at the Temple of Yue Lao, I began watching your every move. I knew you accepted the role in Lost Dreams of the Ancient City. I knew when the crew would arrive in the old town. I even knew where your press conference would be held. Because, Feng Guang… all of it was orchestrated by me.”

“What… do you mean?”

“Qiu Liang… he was the only person I could ever call a friend. Do you understand now, Feng Guang?”

Her eyes widened. Everything became clear in an instant—like clouds parting to reveal the sun.

“Lost Dreams of the Ancient City—was my idea for Qiu Liang to film it. I also suggested he cast you as the female lead. I knew your agent had a keen eye and wouldn’t let you pass up such a valuable IP drama. Qiu Liang is a meticulous director who always seeks the most authentic, faithful locations for filming. And coincidentally, in this old town, I happen to own an ancient residence. Even more conveniently, there is only one hotel in town.

“As for your filming schedule… Qiu Liang always had a habit of talking about his plans in great detail whenever he visited me in the hospital. That made things much easier for me.”