I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 212: This Poison Is Truly Fierce!

Mu Qiu had already dashed to the fork in the road up ahead, still able to hear Guan Yu’s laughter trailing behind.

Who knows what she’s laughing about on her own.

At the fork, the leading Shu Ran, Li Yang, and Shi Yuhuai went in different directions.

Mu Qiu looked left and right at the intersection, and before Guan Yu could catch up, she casually picked an alley to walk into.

This alley was long, with entrances of ancient homes on either side, some with courtyards where lush date trees could be seen.

The deeper she walked, the wider the alley became, revealing a broad, smooth road lying horizontally at the end.

The Ancient City really was big; to walk through it entirely would likely take most of a day, even at a brisk pace.

She was just about to cross the alley into the path ahead when a door beside her suddenly opened.

The grating creak was slow and heavy, instantly conjuring thoughts of just how old this door must be.

Mu Qiu stepped back to look as an elderly woman led out an adorable child, holding a woven bamboo tray with sparsely scattered green dates.

The old woman wore a warm and kindly expression, and the child was lively and cute, with a small tuft tied with red thread on their head, smiling to show a row of small teeth.

Mu Qiu was quite curious; whose storyline was this? Could it be hers?

Could it be that she has both elders and youngsters to care for?

Curiously observing, the child gave her a shy smile while looking up.

Humans have little resistance to adorable young ones, so she squatted down to poke the child’s chubby cheek.

The child shyly recoiled, making the little tuft on their head sway, way cuter than Li Yang.

Mu Qiu smiled back, her eyes curving with delight.

The kind elderly woman released the child’s hand and handed her a handful of green dates from the tray.

"Fate brings us passerby together, and the little girl is pretty, my child likes you too. Here, these are our homegrown dates, try some, they’re very sweet."

She stood up, politely declining a couple of times, but eventually couldn’t resist the old woman’s enthusiasm and took a few dates, mimicking the child’s actions of rubbing them on her clothes before taking a bite.

They were indeed sweet, a delightfully satisfying sensation.

Could anyone feel more at ease than her right now?

While others were busy looking for identity cards, she was here in this tranquil, breezy alley playing with a child and enjoying sweet dates, savoring the leisure of the moment.

Having eaten two or three dates in succession, she stored the remaining dates in her cute little bag, intending to take them back for others to try.

Then she prepared to wave goodbye.

The child grinned again, but this time it wasn’t a shy smile, it turned into a giggling sound.

Then the kind old woman tossed aside the tray, somehow pulled out a knife gleaming with silver light, and dashed at her with the speed of a twenty-year-old, despite her sixty-year-old figure, plunging the knife into her abdomen.

"Eat the poison I’ve made, and still plan to leave?! No way!"

Mu Qiu: "?! "

The shock couldn’t even be expressed by her retreating hairline; she felt she might actually have wandered onto the wrong set.

So this really was her scene?! How could there be such a plot?! Poisoning and knife attacks, determined to kill?!

...Oh well, if it is, then it is, but there was no need to be so realistic, right?!

They didn’t even say a word before stabbing her! It truly scared her into a daze, almost causing her to scream.

While she was frightened, the knife had already hit her stomach, and after a moment of soft sensation, the knife... retracted?!!!

She had just gotten into position to brace against the impact when the knife retracted into the hilt.

...It was even retractable, for ****’s sake.

The old woman proceeded to "stab" her a few more times, each time pressing the hilt against Mu Qiu’s abdomen without pain.

After a few "stabs", the old woman raised her head, laughing maniacally to the sky, "Mu Qiu! Your karma has arrived! Today, you shall die by my knife!"

Mu Qiu was still a bit dazed, reflexively pointing out a mistake: "Shouldn’t I die from your poison first?"

The old woman’s laughter abruptly halted: ".......In any case, today you must die by my hand!!!"

"Alright."

Mu Qiu shouted, holding her stomach and retreating several steps, pushing the photographer behind her to quickly step back, then plopped down onto the ground.

"This poison is indeed ruthless!"

Old woman & photographer: ...This person is quite the drama queen.

Mu Qiu continued her scene according to her interpretation, pretending to have difficulty breathing, rolling her eyes.

"You, now that you’ve poisoned me, why use a knife as well?! Such determination to kill me... what grudge do I have against you?!"

The performer playing the old woman struggled to suppress a smile, swinging with her rhythm to deliver lines.

"Since you ask, I shall have you die with understanding! Last year today, you left my son fatherless!"

Mu Qiu: "???"

She propped herself up with her hands, lifting her upper body, a bit confused: "Isn’t there a mistake in the script? My love and hate story should have left him motherless."

Old woman: "......you made my son fatherless! You took away my husband! Even now you refuse to repent!"

Okay, got it, so it’s this kind of "fatherless."

In that case, it’s time to set things straight.

Mu Qiu stood up, looking like a female knight ready to educate with scientific knowledge, saying:

"I must tell you, even if I did take away that man, your son’s father is still alive. It’s a technical disappearance, not dying for love. What’s missing is only love."

Old woman: Why should I listen to this explanation?! The script dictates these lines!

She was just about to draw the knife again when Mu Qiu stopped her.

"And, I’m a young woman with beauty and a tragic background, clearly the heroine of a tragic story, why would I compete with a sixty-year-old woman for a man?"

Sixty-year-old woman: "......how dare you mock me?! If you hadn’t taken him, I wouldn’t be hiding in this place with my hair turned white overnight!?"

"......Ah, I see, my apologies." So there was such a plot?!

Those who express their feelings for her on Weibo every day, encouraging her to write and take care of her health, is their love genuine?

Why is there such a melodramatic plot? And even if there is, why both poison and knife attacks, why must she be the one hurt?

Mu Qiu obliged and lied back down again, closing her eyes with feigned weakness: "I’m already dying at your hands, but you can take the child and wait... hold on, I took the man, so how do you still have a child?!!"

Could it be that she’s not only the heroine of a tragic story but also involves a married husband?

Don’t be so exhilarating, okay?

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It’s time for some knowledge~

A fanshaped basket is a term pronounced as bò ji, with three meanings: first, a scoop-like tool used for holding garbage; second, a large tool made from vine or peeled willow, a bamboo strip for winnowing rice to remove husks; third, a fingerprint type with a closed round middle, known as "basket" (commonly referred to as "dipper" in folklore), if it opens and extends outward, it’s known as a "fanshaped basket."

Here, it’s used in the second meaning, referring to the traditional household tool used for drying things, circular in shape.