Chapter 84 Replacement, and then, Fu Ze and I really wanted to be with him...

At any other time, Fu Ze would be greatly shocked to hear others repeatedly recite the names of the bodies he had once inhabited.

However, considering that Que Ling and Lu Er almost witnessed their own "feat" in the Kangming Group building, it is not surprising that they could guess that they have the ability to "die and be reborn".

After realizing that this secret, which he had carefully hidden and which even Yuan Jianxing had never known, had been openly revealed by someone he had only met twice, Fu Ze suddenly felt a sense of relief.

He had been wandering alone with this secret for far too long, so long that he was even a little tired.

It's good to have someone you can talk to honestly, no matter who they are.

"Does it matter? There are only the two of us here now, so every time you open your mouth you're talking to me." Fu Ze sat down next to Que Ling. "Or do you have a habit of talking to yourself?"

Although he had lowered his guard to some extent, Fu Ze still wanted to leave the name "Fu Ze" to his past self.

Leave it to Hara Mihoshi.

“That’s true. Let’s skip these formalities then.” Que Ling didn’t dwell on it much.

He scooped up the silver-gray hair that was pressed beneath him, tied it back with a rubber band on his wrist, and lay on the grass, looking up at the sky with a relaxed and carefree air.

"Do you believe in luck?" Que Ling asked, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the slanting sunlight.

His emerald eyes appeared very lively in the soft beam of light that streamed down between his fingers.

"Some people in this world are born with smooth sailing. Even if they encounter a calamity temporarily, they will turn danger into safety and good fortune, and even take this opportunity to rise to a higher level."

Upon hearing Que Ling's description, Fu Ze's first thought was surprisingly Yuan Jianxing.

Although he had lived in many bodies, he had come into contact with far more people than an average person could in a lifetime.

However, there are not many among them that match the description of the Sparrow Feather.

But Que Ling seemed to have seen through Fu Ze's thoughts and said first, "Take Yuan Jianxing for example, right?"

Fu Ze naturally couldn't just accept it like that.

He coughed lightly and retorted, "That depends on how you define 'smooth sailing'."

“Admittedly, Yuan Jianxing’s success is indeed largely due to his personal efforts.” Que Ling rolled over, lying in the same position as your roommate who climbs into your bed late at night for a long sigh. “But you still have to admit that luck played a very crucial role in it.”

“Then I can only say that luck is indeed a part of strength,” Fu Ze retorted. “If being lucky is also a mistake, then I’d rather make mistakes on top of mistakes.”

Que Ling did not deny Fu Ze's statement, but propped her head up with her arm and continued, "What if I told you that these things called 'luck' are almost predetermined for some people?"

Fu Ze instinctively wanted to laugh at this obviously illogical and fallacious argument, but recalling the "world boundary" he had just touched, he remained silent.

Noticing Fu Ze's silence, Que Ling smiled slyly and mischievously.

Because his features are so striking, the expression that would look very distorted on other people's faces has an unexpected playful quality when he makes it.

"Ready to hear the second secret about this world?" Que Ling gestured with her hand to make a "two" shape, waving it in front of Fu Ze in a rather annoying manner.

"Excuse me for interrupting." Fu Ze also lay down, turning to face Que Ling. "You wouldn't tell me this for no reason. So what is your purpose? And what are the corresponding conditions?"

Que Ling, whose performance was abruptly interrupted, was somewhat displeased: "Wow, I haven't even gotten into the right mood yet! Why are you in such a hurry?"

“One or two of your people have a real penchant for acting; making them stars would be a good use of them.” Fu Ze looked back without fear. “The purpose and the conditions, quick.”

“My condition is simple.” Que Ling reached out and touched Fu Ze’s chest. “You will replace me and become Que Ling.”

After saying that, Que Ling laughed very freely and easily.

"This shouldn't be a burden for you, after all, it's not the first time, is it?"

Although Fu Ze was already mentally prepared for the conditions that Que Ling would propose when Que Ling revealed his predecessor's name.

But when you actually hear the other person say those words in a relaxed tone, there's still a subtle sense of unease.

It's as if this person has been worn down by playing the role of Que Ling over a long period of time, to the point that he no longer cares about his own existence.

Fu Ze felt inexplicably apprehensive.

If I were to actually replace the other person and continue to be the Sparrow Feather, would I end up like this too?

Seeing that Fu Ze didn't move, Que Ling got a little anxious and quickly sat up: "Hey, hey, hey, give me some response."

"What kind of reaction do you expect from me?" Fu Ze rolled over onto his back. "To be grateful to someone who is about to kill me?"

"Don't you think becoming Que Ling is a pretty good choice for you?" As she spoke, Que Ling started counting on her fingers.

"First, you are looking for the [key], and Sparrow Feather happens to have the key."

To further prove this point, Que Ling took the initiative to show Fu Ze the wound on her neck and activated the [Key] ability, making the last remaining scar disappear completely.

"Although my ability is rather useless, it is still a [Key] ability."

Fu Ze didn't ask how Que Ling knew he was looking for the key. After all, since she had already called out Wan Chuanqiu's name, she could naturally tell that he had planned the prison break in order to get information about the key from Snake Eyes.

"Secondly, Que Ling is a star who is the center of attention. Many things that you used to have to work hard to do, you can do now just by opening your mouth." Que Ling winked knowingly. "If you want, that can include seeing the Dragon Spine."

Upon hearing this name again after so long, Fu Ze's muscles involuntarily tensed up.

Noticing Fu Ze's subtle change, the confident Que Ling lay back down and offered her most compelling reason: "Finally, we are on the edge of this world. After it's done, as long as you don't say anything, only heaven and earth will know."

Fu Ze's breath hitched.

In other words, after this near-death experience, Fu Ze received a completely clean identity.

A clean identity?

What stood between him and Yuan Jianxing before was the fact that "he" had killed Wan Chuanqiu in order to carry out the orders of the Kangming Group.

If I can really return as Sparrow Feather, wouldn't that mean...?

But Fu Ze knew all too well that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Moreover, he didn't know whether he wanted Yuan Jianxing to let go of the Fu Ze that existed in Bogdan's body in the past, and instead start a new relationship with the Fu Ze that existed in Que Ling's body.

Would you call this a betrayal?

Concealing all his emotional fluctuations, Fu Ze continued calmly, "It sounds quite tempting, so what's your purpose?"

Seemingly recalling something happy, Que Ling smiled and said, "And then..."

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"And then???" An executive with princess-cut hair slammed his fist on the table, the force of which nearly caused the water glasses of the two executives opposite him to slip off the edge of the table.

Fortunately, the executive with the ponytail reacted quickly enough to catch the cups the moment they tipped over and moved them a little further back, looking somewhat worried.

The updo executive glared at the princess cut executive: "Keep your voice down! If you keep this up, next time you come to the Central District on a business trip, you can eat lunch by yourself!"

Princess Cut Executive Officer immediately clasped his hands together and bowed twice to show that he knew he was wrong.

"So you just let Que Ling go to see Yuan Jianxing on her own last night???" Although she lowered her voice according to the other party's statement, she continued to maintain an accusatory tone.

“We were in a hurry to leave work at the time…” The executive with the ponytail looked around, “And compared to the suspension bridge team, I personally prefer the colleagues team.”

The executive in charge of the updo snorted coldly: "Heh, my arch-enemy group has already been defeated. Did I say anything?"

Princess Cut Executive sighed with regret, lamenting for the umpteenth time why she was assigned to the South District, missing the chance to be the first to arrive at the scene to watch the drama unfold and enjoy the CP pairings.

Unbeknownst to the three, just a wall away, sat the very person they were discussing—Yuan Jianxing.

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me?" Mu Wangzhuo, who was opposite Yuan Jianxing, immediately took over from the Princess Cut Executive and started gossiping, "So what happened between you and Que Ling yesterday?"

Yuan Jianxing didn't pause for a moment while picking up food with her chopsticks. "There's nothing there."

What he didn't dare tell Mu Wangzhuo was that if he hadn't accidentally overheard the gossip trio's conversation, he wouldn't even have known that Que Ling had ever been to his office.

Moreover, judging from the traces at the scene, Que Ling probably did nothing but place the documents.

However, Yuan Jianxing was somewhat surprised that he did not wake up the moment the stranger, Que Ling, entered the office.

Very unusual.

Upon hearing Yuan Jianxing's answer, Mu Wangzhuo first showed a rather disappointed expression, but then his eyes lit up with a strange light.

"But seriously, I think you could try to get in touch with Que Ling." With lightning speed, Mu Wangzhu snatched the meatball from Yuan Jianxing's plate and said in a persuasive tone, "Considering that person's net worth is hundreds of thousands per minute, it's practically like he's throwing himself at you just to see you."

Mu Wangzhuo was met with a disdainful look from Yuan Jianxing.

"Wow, don't take my kindness for granted." Mu Wangzhuo said angrily while chewing on his spoils. "The dead can't be brought back to life. You can't be a widow for Fu Ze for the rest of your life. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss about your relationship that didn't even happen?"

Yuan Jianxing was too lazy to argue with Mu Wangzhuo about this matter.

But Mu Wangzhuo's words, "Is it really necessary to make such a fuss about your relationship where nothing even happened?" really struck a nerve with Yuan Jianxing.

"I think your workload might not be very heavy, yet you still have the mind to find out about other people's appearance fees." Yuan Jianxing slammed his chopsticks down and looked at Mu Wangzhuo with a forced smile.

Seeing that Yuan Jianxing was about to get serious, Mu Wangzhuo immediately made a horizontal gesture across his mouth with his hand, indicating that he would absolutely not say another word about Que Ling.

As the conversation continued, Mu Wangzhuo sighed, "It feels like you were unjustly caught up in this case. The adjudicator couldn't make up his mind, so he passed the buck to you, the executor, to try this 'poisoning his sick wife' case."

Just as Mu Wangzhuo was incessantly defending Yuan Jianxing, Yuan Jianxing said, "It was my initiative to take over."

"...Why?" Mu Wangzhuo stopped abruptly, looking at Yuan Jianxing with an incredulous expression.

“Because I want to find an answer from that husband.” Yuan Jianxing stood up, her expression more solemn than Mu Wangzhuo had ever seen.

"Didn't you just ask what the relationship is between me and Fu Ze?"

“I have thought about this issue seriously after his death.”

"And the answer to the question is—I really want to spend my life with him."

Although Yuan Jianxing did not explicitly explain what similarities he had with the "wife-killing" husband, Mu Wangzhuo immediately made a guess based on the background of the "wife-killing" case.

Perhaps Fu Ze's death... is related to Yuan Jianxing's choice.

No wonder Yuan Jianxing showed an unprecedented breakdown after waking up in the hospital.

No wonder Yuan Jianxing firmly rejected Que Ling's overtures, which far surpassed Fu Ze's in every aspect.

So Mu Wangzhuo didn't say much, but simply picked up the water glass next to him and toasted Yuan Jianxing with water instead of wine.

"Good luck."

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Author's Note: The trio who seem to be rivals are actually fans of the same thing. It's like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple – it's like family fighting family! [Pity]