Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 89: Not Worth It

"Besides, the room is padded with soft cloth strips, even along the corners. You can’t find a single sharp object. Suicide is basically impossible."

"Plus, I think she’s all talk, just putting on a show. A selfish, pathetic coward like her—could she really bring herself to slit her own throat with a knife?"

Xiao Yang snorted.

"She’s just too afraid to die."

As Xiao Yang spoke, his mind drifted back to the last time he saw Lu Yao.

That had been such a rare opportunity.

But he ended up spending ninety percent of the time on Wen Xiuxiu’s case and barely got to chat with Lu Yao at all.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He couldn’t suppress his annoyance, and he started complaining nonstop.

But then again, the case had been decided now.

Wen Xiuxiu was behind bars. Even if she wasn’t happy about it, what kind of trouble could she really stir up?

She couldn’t make any big waves anyway.

Since the case was officially over...

...if he wanted to see Lu Yao again, he’d definitely have to find another reason.

He couldn’t keep using this case as an excuse, could he?

With that thought, Xiao Yang’s mind started racing.

He lowered his voice and asked quietly.

"Village Chief, do you think... your wife... will really go see her off?"

If Song Qingya really went, he would have a perfectly good reason to go along.

He could catch a ride and swing by to see Lu Yao on the way.

Hearing this, Fei Jin paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

He replied in a low voice, "I’ll ask her."

In truth, he didn’t think Song Qingya would agree to go.

After all, she had never liked Wen Xiuxiu from the very beginning.

Besides, since becoming pregnant, Song Qingya had clearly become more drowsy than before.

She didn’t even go out for her daily walks as often anymore.

Her favorite thing to do all day was stay home and knit.

She’d occasionally flip through a book but had no interest in getting involved in such troublesome matters.

The sun slowly began to set.

Fei Jin was standing in the room, gently removing the hairpins from Song Qingya’s hair.

He casually brought up the matter.

"Qingya, don’t worry about it too much. Even if Wen Xiuxiu files an appeal, nothing will change. The evidence is airtight; she can’t pull any tricks. If you find it a hassle and don’t want to go, that’s perfectly fine. Don’t force yourself."

Unexpectedly, Song Qingya just raised an eyebrow coolly.

"I don’t mind going to see what she looks like in the end."

"I want to go."

The key character [Wen Wei/Wen Xiuxiu] had been unlocked in the system last month.

But Wen Wei’s profile illustration was still grayed out, with no response when she tried to click it.

The information panel clearly showed that all trigger conditions had been met, so it should have lit up.

’Logically speaking, didn’t I personally send her to prison?’

’This character’s portrait should have been unlocked by now.’

She had secretly asked the system if there was a programming error.

The system had flatly denied her suspicion, insisting it wasn’t a bug.

However, the system couldn’t give her a specific reason why it wouldn’t unlock.

It was like playing a game she should have already beaten.

The player had reached the final scene, only to find the save file’s progress bar was stuck at three-quarters full, not completely filled.

The feeling of being stuck was like a stone pressing on her chest, leaving her feeling stifled.

Song Qingya was quite curious.

’What new tricks will this woman pull?’

’And what kind of story is hidden behind that grayed-out profile?’

As luck would have it, Wen Wei was being held in the very same county town where the Wen Family lived.

The legendary Mr. Wen also resided in this city, making it a perfect opportunity to deal with them all at once.

Everything was falling into place.

But she had no intention of rushing off to see Wen Wei.

Even if she felt a faint sense of anticipation, she wasn’t about to let someone else dictate her pace just because they called her up and made a big deal about it.

That wasn’t her style.

Song Qingya continued to move at her own pace, wandering around her home as usual.

She’d drop by a neighbor’s place for a chat, admiring a new decoration in an old friend’s home.

Then she’d catch up on some gossip with a few old ladies she knew, just shooting the breeze.

While killing time, she also picked up the new clothes and shoes she had asked her neighbor, Aunt Zhu, to sew for her.

She ambled her way through an entire week like this.

Then, one day, she suddenly decided to leave.

The night before she left, she slept soundly.

She woke in the morning to sunlight filtering through the window paper, spilling onto the edge of her bed.

「Early that morning.」

Xiao Yang, who was in charge of driving, was full of energy. He had driven the car to the end of the alley ahead of time to wait for them.

"Ma’am, when are we setting off?"

He leaned out from the passenger seat, his face full of eager anticipation.

"What’s the rush?"

Song Qingya asked with a smile, glancing up at him as she adjusted her outer coat,

"Are you in a hurry to meet someone? Got a girlfriend?"

"N-No, of course not! Don’t say things like that."

At her words, Xiao Yang’s face instantly turned red and he stammered his denial, blushing all the way to the roots of his neck.

Seeing Xiao Yang’s adorably shy reaction, Song Qingya didn’t tease him any further.

Fei Jin walked over to help her into the car, thoughtfully tucking a soft cushion behind her back.

"You and Xiao Yang go on ahead. I’ll head over a little later."

Fei Jin’s voice was steady.

"Okay."

Song Qingya nodded lightly.

"Don’t you worry, Village Chief. Besides, you should be able to get there by this afternoon anyway."

The one who spoke was the accompanying soldier, whose surname was Wang.

Due to a last-minute arrangement within the unit, Fei Jin could only schedule to meet them in the city in the afternoon.

This change wasn’t a sudden whim.

Rather, it was a mission directive issued by his superiors at the last minute, forcing him to postpone his trip.

Song Qingya didn’t really think anything of it.

Back in the modern era, she was used to flying all over the place.

She could be at a script reading with a film crew in S City in the morning and still make it to a fashion show in H City by night.

After arriving in this era, the farthest she had ever traveled was the road from the town to Qi City.

Although that journey was long, it had gone smoothly for her.

Compared to the high-speed pace of modern society, travel here was much slower.

She still wasn’t quite used to it.

"Are you afraid I’ll go deal with Wen Xiuxiu by myself?"

Noticing the hint of worry in Fei Jin’s eyes, she reached up and smoothed the space between his brows,

"Relax. I’m not going to provoke a wild wolf. I’ll definitely be careful. And of course, I’ll protect our little one in my belly."

Song Qingya said this very seriously.

After she finished speaking, Fei Jin’s expression finally eased a little.

His tense nerves slowly relaxed.

"Just don’t get too close to her. She’s desperate and has nothing to lose now. If she decides to cause a scene, it’s not worth you getting hurt."

In the end, Fei Jin couldn’t help but add a few words of caution.

"Mm, I know."

Song Qingya’s reply was calm.

Having been together for so long, Fei Jin understood very well that while she appeared gentle and calm on the surface, in reality, no one could bully her.

She was an intelligent woman with a mind of her own.