Chapter 200 - Exposed (1)

“What do you mean?” Female no.3 was completely confused, “Xiao-ge, what are you saying exactly?”

The lighting engineer replied, “Yesterday my nephew asked a priest to bless their band, and the blessing was performed by Priest Qingyin. I have his number, which I just called. You saw it too, it dialed Moyu’s phone!”

“Huh?” Female no.3 was utterly confused, “Maybe Moyu picked up their phone?”

The lighting engineer did not speak for a while. He thought back to Priest Qingyin’s appearance and then his brain clicked. He firmly slapped his thighs and confidently said, “Moyu is Priest Qingyin. The priest I saw yesterday was her! She used makeup to disguise as a male! That is why I thought she looked so familiar at first!”

Their voices were not loud but it attracted the nearby staff and they all came over in their curiosity. Afterwards, the lighting engineer described the events of yesterday again.

He concluded, “No wonder Moyu is skilled. She is an immortal senior monk!”

“What immortal senior monk?” Some people argued, “She is a priest, not a monk! Also she is a girl!”

Everyone discussed it in a frenzy while the centre of the topic, Qiao Moyu, was completely unaware.

After a few shots, she then acted alongside Ye Peicheng.

Among the wreckage of the wall, Ye Peicheng wore a German military uniform. He looked tall, handsome and in high spirits without concealing the blood and iron from head to toe.

Apart from his military uniform, he was dressed in black wolf-skinned overcoat and his black military boots were deep in the snow as he walked on narrow blue brick street. The scene was silent, but an oppressive mood closely followed behind.

On the opposite side, Qiao Moyu stood at the end of the street. Her eyes were tranquil and calm but she tightened her hand around the gun.

This was their first meeting after she had discovered his identity since she had left the Shaoshuai mansion.

Ye Peicheng walked in front of Qiao Moyu. He ignored the gun pointed at him and closed their distance with each step.

Snowflakes floated gently down. The chillness in the air seeped into their skin, yet their eyes locked deeply with each other as if they had no feelings at all.

Qiao Moyu had black hair and white snowy skin. The snowflakes on her hair added an element of pureness, even as she slowly pulled the trigger and aimed at Ye Peicheng.

Between the light and the flint, Ye Peicheng suddenly dodged to the side and escaped Qiao Moyu’s bullet.

She fired again but he quickly arrived beside her at rapid speed. In an instant, he grasped her wrist and forcefully lifted it up.

So the bullet flew into the sky.

Men were inherently stronger and almost instantaneously, Ye Peicheng snatched the gun from Qiao Moyu’s hand. He did not know how but in the blink of an eye, the gun disintegrated and fell down from the palm of his hand.

He held onto Qiao Moyu’s waist while his other hand pressed down the knife from her sleeve. The man gazed deeply at her, and with a gentle tone that has never been heard before, he said, “Moyu, Let’s go home.”

Everyone around them held their breath and Ye Peicheng’s brain disengaged for a moment.

He suddenly thought, perhaps the reason his father requested the producers to use his and Qiao Moyu’s real name was so that he could easily form affection through their performance together?

However, the notion was just a flash of thought and Ye Peicheng was one again engrossed in the plot.

His “go home” was not approved by Qiao Moyu. She coldly smiled and was about to take out the gun from Ye Peicheng’s waist.

He was slightly annoyed and a storm gathered in his eyes. He stepped forward then pressed Qiao Moyu against the blue brick wall and leaned in to kiss her.

Ye Peicheng placed her struggling hands high above her head. She resisted and her restless legs continued to kick him.

He changed his breathing and pushed apart her legs so she could no longer move and continued to ruthlessly kiss her.

Her resistance gradually turned into obedience, until she finally softened.