You call Final Destination a safety education film?

Jiang Feng had only one thought in his mind.

escape!

He had witnessed the ruthless methods of the previous Jiang Qingyue and knew that she was capable of anything to achieve her goals.

Jiang Qingyue's position seemed to coincidentally block him from the doorway.

She stood there with a smile, holding the laptop that had been on the coffee table in her hand as if it were a brick.

This put immense pressure on Jiang Feng.

"The old man sent me to keep an eye on you. If something happens to me, you won't be any better off," Jiang Feng reprimanded, his tone sharp but his words betraying his underlying fear.

"Of course I know, but you're one of the main actors in 'Hannibal' now. What's wrong with disappearing for a year or two?" Jiang Qingyue's smile was chilling. "At worst, I'll have him write more so you can film for a little longer."

"Do you really have to go this far? I'm your second uncle."

"Second Uncle, you know me well." Jiang Qingyue smiled sweetly. "I never allow any unstable elements to exist, no matter who they are."

The two stared at each other in silence.

Jiang Feng sighed resignedly, head bowed, "Before that, can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Qingyue remained silent, seemingly acquiescing to his question.

"What will you do next?"

"What relationships in this world are truly reliable? Family ties fade, friendships dissipate, and even love isn't always genuine," Jiang Qingyue said calmly. "Instead of being anxious and insecure, it's better to make yourself useful so you can keep him by your side. I don't believe in feelings; I only value absolute self-interest."

"Second Uncle agrees with your statement, but why do you want to keep that kid by your side?" Jiang Feng said meaningfully, "Could it be that you... have ulterior motives towards that kid?"

A blush flashed across Jiang Qingyue's eyes, though it was only for a moment, but Jiang Feng, with his excellent eyesight, still caught it.

And emotions.

That means it hasn't completely changed, and there's still a chance to turn things around.

Jiang Feng immediately had an idea.

"It was just an example." Jiang Qingyue said expressionlessly, seemingly unwilling to dwell on the topic any longer.

"Is that so..."

Jiang Feng slowly closed his eyes, his expression calm, as if he had completely given up the struggle.

But the next moment, he suddenly turned his head and spoke calmly towards the phone:

"Lin Ye, what do you think?"

Jiang Qingyue's pupils contracted, and she immediately reached out and snatched Jiang Feng's phone. When she opened the screen, she found that he had not contacted Lin Ye at all.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

Jiang Feng sat on the sofa, laughing so hard he almost fell over, tears even streaming down his face. The last time he was this genuinely happy was when he won the Best Actor award for the first time.

Amidst the laughter, Jiang Qingyue's sinister aura suddenly dissipated, as if she had been dragged out of a dark room, and her eyes gradually became clear.

It was as if I had just woken up from a deep dream.

Immediately afterward, everything that had just happened flashed through Jiang Qingyue's mind. Her face slowly burned, turning red all the way to her ears, and even her neck flushed pink. She gripped Jiang Feng's phone tightly in her hand.

She had a charmingly shy and annoyed expression.

Jiang Feng straightened up, still shaken, and said, "You little brat, how did you suddenly turn so ruthless? You almost scared your second uncle to death."

Jiang Qingyue sat back down on the sofa in her office, head down, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke:

Do you know how many languages ​​there are in the world?

Jiang Qingyue didn't know why Jiang Feng asked this question, but she noticed that Jiang Feng seemed to have been waiting for her reply, so she softly replied, "It seems... there are more than 7100."

"You're wrong. There are as many languages ​​as there are people in the world," Jiang Feng said seriously. "Everyone uses their own language, which is why there are so many misunderstandings and barriers."

Jiang Feng stood up, then squatted down in front of Jiang Qingyue, looked up and stared directly into her eyes: "Communication is never a simple thing. You think it's just the two of us communicating, but there are actually six of us."

"Me, the me I think I am, the me you think I am, you, the you you think you are, the you I think you are."

"You haven't seen yourself clearly at all. From beginning to end, you've been talking to me based on 'what you think you are'."

Jiang Feng's gaze was sharp as he spoke slowly and deliberately: "You said you waited so long for this opportunity, only to find yourself backing down in the end."

"Actually, you're not struggling with your own retreat; you've been afraid from the beginning that after making amends, there will be no more connection between you and him."

"That's the real reason you felt relieved after hearing his rejection."

Jiang Qingyue froze, her lips parted slightly in an attempt to refute, but no sound came out. She instinctively tried to avoid Jiang Feng's gaze, but found herself unable to escape.

"Xiaoyue, face your own heart," Jiang Feng said earnestly. "Running away won't solve anything; you must learn to confront it."

I don't know how much time passed.

"Second Uncle, there's no possibility between us." Jiang Qingyue lowered her eyes. "I'm several years older than him, and he already has a girlfriend."

"That girl from the Song family?" Jiang Feng sat back on the sofa and snorted coldly. "You think so highly of that kid, that he's capable of handling the Song family?"

Jiang Qingyue remained silent, only nodding slightly.

"Even if he can do it, it's not settled yet. Before everything is settled, you have the right to fight for it." Jiang Feng lit a cigarette and said with exasperation, "There's no point in wallowing in self-pity here."

"As for him..." Jiang Qingyue shook her head and murmured softly, "it can only be described as a case of meeting too late."

"What a pity we met so late! What a wonderful 'pity we met so late'!" Jiang Feng chuckled angrily. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled a large cloud of white smoke. "All your resentment is about the timing; have you ever resented meeting us at all?"

"Since we don't resent meeting each other, what's the big deal about whether it happened sooner or later?"

Jiang Qingyue was taken aback.

She knew her second uncle was being unreasonable, but she did feel a slight flutter in her heart after hearing those words.

In that instant, she even had an impulsive thought, but it was quickly suppressed by reason.

a long time.

"Second Uncle, thank you." Jiang Qingyue smiled slightly. "I feel much better now."

"You'd better watch yourself."

Jiang Feng stood up angrily and strode out of the office. When he reached the door, he looked back and saw Jiang Qingyue deep in thought on the sofa.

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the coffee table, the sound soft yet chaotic, much like her turbulent and restless emotions.

Jiang Feng wanted to say something more, but in the end he just gently closed the door.

You have to walk your own path and figure things out for yourself.

Over the years, he has seen too many conflicted people like this, who clearly want something but dare not fight for it.

Afraid of not getting it, afraid of losing it.

In the end, I could only bury that regret deep in my heart, chewing on it repeatedly in the dead of night, and swallowing it into my dreams.