The Outcome is Still Uncertain

In a suburban villa in Kyoto, the sound of sobbing echoed, deeply moving anyone who heard it.

“Sisi, stop crying, or you’ll go blind, my dear!”

Sister Zhu handed tissues to the tearful actress, Qiao Sisi, trying to comfort her.

But no matter what she said, Qiao Sisi’s tears wouldn’t stop, like a string of broken pearls, one after another.

The large villa resonated with her haunting cries, as if it were haunted.

Sister Zhu, heartbroken, personally wiped her tears.

“Life and death are fated, wealth is in the heavens. You should let it go. If not Fang Zhou, there’ll be another handsome man!”

“No! I want Fang Zhou! It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t like me, as long as he’s alive!”

Qiao Sisi sobbed, her voice hoarse, stubbornly opposing Sister Zhu.

Helpless, Sister Zhu soothed her gently, “Alright, alright, just Fang Zhou. He’s blessed and will come back alive. Please stop crying, okay?”

Sister Zhu felt her heart breaking too. After all, she’d been managing this talented and promising artist for years, treating her like a sister.

Since news of Fang Zhou’s disappearance spread, Qiao Sisi had been crying, unable to work on shows or commercials, forced to take a break.

Even at home, she couldn’t shake off her sadness.

Tears flowed like a flood, pouring from her beautiful yet weary eyes, as if trying to express all her pain and grievances.

Her eyes were swollen like walnuts, losing the charm and allure of a celebrated actress.

“But it’s been three days, and still no news…”

Qiao Sisi’s eyes were red, her lips trembling, filled with despair.

Sister Zhu thought: He might never come back.

But she couldn’t say that to Qiao Sisi, or she’d immediately lash out.

Sister Zhu patted her shoulder, comforting, “It might take time. The sea is vast, right?”

“Sister Zhu, what should I do? Should I go to the island to find him?”

Qiao Sisi stood, ready to pack.

Sister Zhu quickly stopped her, “No! Nearly a hundred people are searching. You won’t be needed.”

What would you do there, sister?

“You might even cause trouble.”

What if you get emotional and jump in too?

“Be good, stay home and wait for news.”

Don’t add to the chaos, sister!

Sister Zhu spoke rapidly, fearing Qiao Sisi might impulsively return to the island.

Only when she sat back on the sofa did Sister Zhu relax.

“But I can’t sleep here.”

Qiao Sisi started crying again.

“Every time I close my eyes, I see Fang Zhou’s face, swollen from the water. It’s terrifying.”

Sister Zhu held back, thinking: You hope he’s alive but imagine him drowned. What are you doing?

Tired of Qiao Sisi’s constant sighs, Sister Zhu decided to give her a long break.

“Haven’t you traveled in a while? Go on a trip, rest, don’t think about work or Fang Zhou.”

“Maybe you’ll hear good news then, okay?”

Qiao Sisi stopped crying, looking at Sister Zhu, “Travel? Will it help?”

Sister Zhu patted her shoulder, reassuring.

“Many places are beautiful now. Relax, and you’ll sleep well!”

“What if partners ask about me…”

Qiao Sisi hesitated, fearing her sudden break might affect business.

“Leave it to me! I’ll say you’re improving your acting skills. No one will know you’re traveling!”

Qiao Sisi hugged Sister Zhu, gratefully.

“Thank you, Sister Zhu! You’re the best!”

The sudden hug caught Sister Zhu off guard.

She remembered Qiao Sisi’s file: father deceased, mother mentally ill.

Her heart softened.

Oh well, a child with a tough life and lacking love.

“Alright, I’ll handle your leave. Plan who to travel with and where to go, okay?”

Sister Zhu grabbed her bag, ready to leave.

Qiao Sisi nodded, obediently.

“Okay, I’ll see you off.”

They reached the villa’s entrance, where Sister Zhu’s car was parked.

“Don’t overthink. Life goes on.”

Before getting in, Sister Zhu couldn’t help but remind her.

Seeing Qiao Sisi nod, she drove off, reassured.

Qiao Sisi watched her leave, then returned inside, pulling out her phone to check WeChat.

As usual, she messaged Qin Yun.

Mianmian Si Yuan Dao: Why didn’t you watch over Fang Zhou? If he dies, I won’t forgive you!

Qin Yun didn’t respond.

The screen was filled with Qiao Sisi’s messages, from asking about Fang Zhou to blaming Qin Yun, her emotions naturally shifting, flawlessly.

After this, Qiao Sisi put her phone in the living room drawer, retrieving another pre-prepared phone.

She dialed a number.

“Hello? It’s me. Has he been taken there?”

“Good, I’ll be back soon. Take care of him.”

After hanging up, Qiao Sisi donned a hat, mask, and sunglasses, grabbing a suitcase and heading out.

On the villa’s surveillance, only her departing figure was visible, seemingly off on a trip.

If the camera could see through everything, it would capture the actress’s subtle smile and the undeniable triumph in her eyes.

She’d always said, the outcome is still uncertain.