Sheriff Uncle, open the door quickly! I've come to solve a case!

What does Anze mean?

Did he do this?

Wen Yu's lips twitched slightly, and she actually felt a sense of joy.

During the competition, Xu Manqi couldn't bear the pain in her feet halfway through her dance and fell on the stage.

Wen Yu won this match without a doubt.

Xu Manqi suffered a foot injury and was no longer eligible to compete for the chairmanship.

After the competition, Wen Yu found An Ze.

"Did you do this?"

Anze didn't hide anything and nodded.

Wen Yu looked him up and down: "Why are you doing this? Do you like me?"

"No," Anze shook his head, "I just think you dance better than her."

Wen Yu was so engrossed in the happy atmosphere that she didn't notice the huge flaw in the statement.

If she really dances better than Xu Manqi, then she wouldn't need to use this trick at all.

Anze hadn't really thought that much about it; he just didn't want Wen Yu to be defeated by others.

Wen Yu chuckled softly: "You don't need to hide anymore. We can talk anytime."

"That's not why I did this..."

Wen Yu didn't let her finish speaking, threw the dance props in her hand to him, and turned to leave.

After that, Anze became Wen Yu's follower.

Rumors circulated in the dance troupe that Anze liked her, but she just smiled and didn't say anything.

Life remained the same. Wen Yu continued to meet different sugar daddies, neglecting her training. With fame and fortune, she cared nothing more.

"Xiaoyu, meeting the sponsors is a good thing, but don't fall behind in training. Lately, everyone in the dance troupe has a lot of complaints about you," Zhao Yuran cautiously reminded her.

She sat in front of the vanity mirror, nonchalantly applying makeup: "So what? Without me, who would get them sponsorships? Who would pay their salaries?"

"But we're a dance troupe too."

Wen Yu looked at her irritably: "Wasn't it you who recommended Gu Cheng in the first place? What are you saying now that you've met him?"

Zhao Yuran waved her hand sullenly: "Forget it, forget it, I won't say anything more. You can do whatever you want with it. Anyway, you're the chairman."

"Hmph." Wen Yu applied a pure and alluring lipstick to herself: "I recommended you to be my manager, haven't I been good to you?"

"Where can you find such a good best friend?"

"Yes, yes, Xiaoyu is the best."

The two of them were quick to anger and leave at any moment. Zhao Yuran quickly forgot about what had just happened and helped her check if her makeup looked good.

Suddenly remembering something, Zhao Yuran covered her mouth and chuckled, nudging Wen Yu with her elbow: "Hey, why has that lighting technician been following you around lately?"

Wen Yu replied casually, "Him? His lackey."

"Could he like you?"

"Him?" Wen Yu scoffed. "He's just a lighting technician, a dispensable character. Does he deserve to like me?"

Zhao Yuran chimed in, "Of course not, you're a super celebrity now."

"Besides, you have an appointment with President Gu later, right? President Gu is handsome and rich, he's the one who deserves you."

Wen Yu whispered in Zhao Yuran's ear: "Don't mention it, Gu Cheng has a wife."

"Huh?" Zhao Yuran's eyes widened. "Are you alright?"

"It's no big deal, his wife doesn't have much real power."

Zhao Yuran breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine then."

Wen Yu picked up her Gucci bag, tidied her hair, and swayed her slender waist as she left the dressing room.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Anze standing in the doorway.

Despite having just spoken ill of Anze, Wen Yu showed no remorse, gave him a slight smile, and brushed past him.

Anze stood in the shadows, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

Wen Yu has really changed.

She became just like everyone else.

There's nothing special about it.

She can never go back.

No, she can go back. He will definitely make her return to her most beautiful self.

That appearance that only he could see.

But before that, there are still some minor troublemakers to deal with.

Anze spent almost a year's salary to enter a high-end restaurant he had never been to before, followed Zhao Yuran, and photographed her meeting with Gu Cheng.

Zhao Yuran introduced Wen Yu to Gu Cheng because she and Gu Cheng had signed a kickback contract in private.

Thirty percent of all of Gu Cheng's sponsorship funds went into Zhao Yuran's pocket.

Zhao Yuran bears a significant responsibility for Wen Yu's current state.

Anze anonymously sent all the photos and contract details to Wen Yu and the dance troupe leader.

Next up is Wen Yu.

He wanted to freeze Wen Yu's most beautiful moment forever.

……

"Everyone is ruining her, exploiting her, and taking advantage of her."

"Only I can keep her at her most perfect, forever young, and forever elegant."

Anze was nearly insane; his eyes, devoid of light, were bloodshot.

Qin Qingzhou remained silent, watching him laugh maniacally.

"Why did you turn yourself in?" Qin Qingzhou asked.

"Officer, when Van Gogh was alive, his works were sold at low prices and no one wanted them. But after he died, his works were called works of art."

"My artworks are the same."

"I want to turn myself in, so that everyone knows I killed her and knows my purpose. Only then will everyone appreciate the beauty of this work of art."

"But why are you so sad, brother?" Bai Zhizhi suddenly asked in a childish voice, catching Anze off guard.

Bai Zhizhi became somewhat dejected, her little head drooping: "Adults are so hard to understand. Brother, you're clearly smiling, but Zhizhi can sense that you're very sad."

Am I...sad?

"Yes, yes! My sister who died was also very sad. She clearly loved my brother very much."

Anze fell silent. His bangs, which hadn't been cut in a long time, covered his eyes, making it impossible to see the expression in them.

Qin Qingzhou pulled out handcuffs from his lower back and fastened one end to An Ze.

"The ship won't dock for another two days, so I'll keep you in your room for the next two days, and someone will bring you food every day."

"Um……"

Qin Qingzhou took Anze back to his room, and the other end of the handcuffs was fastened to the side of the bed.

As they left Anze's room, Bai Zhizhi followed, clutching Qin Qingzhou's clothes. "Uncle, am I really that clumsy?"

Qin Qingzhou looked down at her upon hearing this: "Why do you say that?"

"I don't understand anything. I don't understand why someone who likes you would hurt you, or why a good person would do something bad."

"You'll understand when you grow up," Qin Qingzhou chuckled, scooping her up from the ground and holding her in one arm.

"Oh." Bai Zhizhi hugged Qin Qingzhou's neck: "Then Zhizhi needs to grow up quickly."

Because the real culprit was caught, the guests were no longer confined, and everything returned to normal. The murder case became a topic of conversation among the guests after dinner.

Night returned to silence, and the huge cruise ship sailed on the sea.

A dark shadow flashed across the deck without making a sound.

The next morning, Lin Yuhe, who was responsible for delivering meals to Anze, pushed open the door to Anze's room.

The food spilled all over the floor, and the cutlery made a jarring sound.

"Captain Qin, Anze is dead!"