Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 803: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (16)

The air conditioning at S City's domestic airport was turned on very high. Song Yuesheng was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and his fingertips tapped unconsciously on the armrests of the seat.

The large LED screen displayed flight information, and Shen Zhirang's flight would land in ten minutes.

She exited the trending search interface, and her lock screen phone showed her fully armed appearance - her black baseball cap was pulled down low, her sunglasses covered most of her face, and even her collar was turned up to cover her chin.

This outfit doesn't look out of place in the busy airport, but it's enough to make even familiar people unrecognizable.

Passengers from Exit A3 began to appear one after another.

Song Yuesheng stood up and felt for the folding knife in her bag.

The cool touch of the metal reminded her of the transaction on the dark web last night - the killer who called himself "Night Owl" promised to complete the shooting commission at the location she said.

If she had known there was such a channel, why would she have hooked up with Si Shu?

Song Yuesheng pulled the corners of his mouth silently, his eyes fixed on the exit.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in the crowd.

Shen Zhirang was wearing a well-tailored dark grey suit, and his posture while pushing the luggage cart revealed his innate elegance.

He was answering the phone, his brows slightly frowned, and obviously didn't notice this side.

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath, took off his sunglasses, walked over, and waved at him: "Shen Zhirang! This way!"

The sound was not prominent in the noisy airport, but Shen Zhirang looked up suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.

His cell phone fell to the ground with a click, and the expression on his face changed from shock to ecstasy, and finally froze in an almost devout joy.

"Shengsheng..." He almost ran over, leaving his suitcase carelessly on the spot. Passengers around him looked at him sideways, but Shen Zhirang only had eyes for the girl standing in the light.

Song Yuesheng stood there, watching the man who once frightened her run towards her like a child.

His tie fluttered as he ran, and his eyes were filled with undisguised joy, as if there had never been any hurt between them.

"What are you doing..." Shen Zhirang stopped suddenly in front of her, his breathing still a little unstable. He stretched out his hand to touch her face, but stopped in mid-air, as if he was afraid of disturbing a beautiful dream, "I thought you wouldn't come..."

Song Yuesheng raised his head slightly, and the ceiling lights of the airport formed a halo behind him. At this moment, Shen Zhirang looked somewhat naive.

"How can I not pick you up at the airport when you come back?"

She tapped the phone screen with her fingertips, her eyes curved into crescents: "From the time you said you brought the gift, it's easy to guess the flight time~"

Shen Zhirang's eyes fell on her and he couldn't move them away.

The dark green cheongsam outlines the slender waist, and the lotus pattern is faintly visible under the light.

"I lied to you yesterday," she spun around, her skirt swinging in an elegant arc, "I don't have any scenes to shoot today. Otherwise, there would be no surprise today."

Shen Zhirang suddenly took a step forward and held her tightly in his arms.

He could feel the gazes from people around him; those gazes were like invisible needles, pricking his temples and making them throb.

"Shengsheng, next time... don't come to the airport." His voice was tense and his fingers unconsciously stroked the buttons on her cuffs.

"Why?" Song Yuesheng tilted her head, the pearl hairpin in her hair swaying slightly with her movements, "Doesn't it look good?"

Shen Zhirang hugged her tightly. The scent of agarwood enveloped her, mixed with the unique cold air of the airport. He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe: "It's just too beautiful..." His voice was hoarse, "There are all kinds of people here."

Song Yuesheng chuckled in his arms, her cheek pressed against the slightly hot fabric of his suit: "Okay, I won't come next time."

——Of course I won’t come again, and I won’t have the chance to come to the airport again.

She had been searching for this cheongsam at the bottom of the closet for a long time.

It was almost exactly the same as what my mother was wearing on the day of the car accident. The lotus pattern meandered around the collar, like some kind of silent farewell.

"Let's go, let's go home quickly."

Song Yuesheng broke free from his arms, took his hand, and with her other hand she naturally pulled his suitcase over, and strode towards the exit.

The wheels of the suitcase rolled regularly behind me.

Song Yuesheng counted his own heartbeats and counted down silently - it was still a twenty-minute drive to the intersection where the killer was lying in ambush.

Shen Zhirang's palms were very hot, tightly wrapped around her cold fingertips. On the way to the parking lot, he turned his head to look at her from time to time, his eyes were unnaturally soft.

"I'll ask the driver to take the luggage back first." He opened the passenger door, his fingertips accidentally brushing against the exposed skin at the slit of her cheongsam, "Let's take a detour to go somewhere."

Song Yuesheng paused while fastening his seat belt. This was not in the plan.

"Where are we going?" she asked in a casual manner, glancing at the time on the dashboard - it was still a 17-minute drive to Binjiang Road where the killer was lying in ambush.

Shen Zhirang started the car, smiling: "Secret."

The Maybach drove out of the airport highway and headed in the opposite direction.

Song Yuesheng clenched the folding knife in his bag tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The scenery outside the window became more and more unfamiliar. The tall buildings gradually disappeared, and were replaced by lush and green sycamore trees.

"Where are you taking me?" She said in a tense voice.

Shen Zhirang turned the steering wheel with one hand, and suddenly covered the back of her hand with his other hand: "Don't be nervous." His thumb stroked her protruding wrist bone, "This is the place you always wanted to go."

The car finally stopped in front of a cemetery.

Song Yuesheng's breathing suddenly stopped.

On the stone tablet next to the iron gate, the four words "Yong'an Cemetery" glowed coldly in the sun.

"Twelve years and four months." Shen Zhirang unbuckled his seat belt and said in a voice as light as a sigh, "Shengsheng, you've never been to see them."

The wind suddenly picked up, ruffling her carefully tied hair.

The hem of the cheongsam with lotus pattern fluttered, just like my mother's last image in the surveillance video that year.

Song Yuesheng stared at the depths of the cemetery, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

The pain couldn't suppress the sourness surging in my chest.

How ironic—she lost everything in Yuncheng, but couldn’t even leave her parents’ tombstones in her hometown. Officer Cai’s words back then were still ringing in her ears: “Your aunt said… they were buried in S City with your grandmother…”

Haha, it’s just for convenience.

The second cousin was the largest shareholder of the Yong'an Cemetery. Later, he somehow found out that she was adopted by the Shen family and asked the Shen family for "favor fees".

As for how she was sent away by Shen Zhirang, she had no idea.

"I don't want to see them today." She heard her voice was unusually dry, "Go back."

Shen Zhirang couldn't bear to see her like this, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shengsheng, I'm not forcing you to face your scars..."

"I know." Song Yuesheng forced a smile and interrupted him, "Let's go back. I don't want to be so unhappy today that you're back."

Shen Zhirang's gaze lingered on her tense jawline for a moment, and he suddenly reached out to wipe away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes: "Okay."