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The person lying on the hospital bed had a pale face. Some strands of hair covered her face, adding a bit of broken beauty to her.

Jiang Zhihan’s slightly anxious footsteps stopped abruptly when he saw that the person on the bed was safe and sound.

He walked forward, lowered his head, and quietly brushed away the hair that was covering her face.

“Song Qingyou-”

Jiang Zhihan said softly.

This was the first time he had seen Song Qingyou so lifeless.

She was like an exquisite doll in a glass window.

The sight was beautiful enough, but it was inexplicably unpleasant.

Jiang Zhihan stared blankly for two seconds before he subconsciously reached out to touch her face.

But just as his fingers approached, Song Qingyou suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

Then, the person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

A handsome young man stood by the bed, slightly bent over.

Her hair, which should have been well-groomed, looked a little messy at this moment.

The top two buttons of his shirt, which were usually buttoned up to the top, were unbuttoned, revealing his fair collarbone and obvious muscle lines.

It looked good.

She wanted to touch it.

Realizing what she was thinking, Song Qingyou quickly looked away and met Jiang Zhihan’s eyes.

The two of them spoke almost at the same time.

“Why are you here?” Song Qingyou asked first.

“I saw the news.” After Jiang Zhihan finished speaking, he looked at his hand that was held tightly.

Song Qingyou looked over and quickly let go.

“I’m sorry.”

She was smart enough not to ask what Jiang Zhihan was trying to do with his hand just now so that they wouldn’t feel awkward.

Compared to this, what happened on set last night was more important.

“Has Mr. Jiang seen Sis Lan?”

“I told her to go back and rest.” Jiang Zhihan’s expression did not change. “If you have any questions, you can ask me directly.”

Song Qingyou was speechless.

“Mr. Jiang is… You mean you want to take care of me?”

Jiang Zhihan raised his eyebrows, “You can think of it that way.”

“Are you hungry?” He asked. “Do you want some porridge?”

Song Qingyou nodded.

She thought Jiang Zhihan would ask his assistant to buy some porridge, but he stood up on his own.

“What kind of porridge do you want? Seafood?”

“Vegetables will do.” Song Qingyou was a little surprised. “Do you want to go personally?”

“Don’t worry.” Jiang Zhihan laughed. “I know how to buy things.”

Song Qingyou was speechless.

This wasn’t a question of whether he knew how to buy things or not. This was a question of how he suddenly came over and personally took care of someone!

No matter how she thought about it, it was very strange.

However, before Song Qingyou could ask for the reason, Jiang Zhihan had already gone to buy porridge.

As soon as he left, Song Qingyou watched Zhu Jiao’s live broadcast and thought about countermeasures.

Ten minutes later, in the quiet ward, there was only the sound of Song Qingyou eating porridge.

Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere that should have been depressing and awkward somehow made Song Qingyou feel relaxed.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Zhihan wasn’t staring at her and was busy with his own business?

After Song Qingyou finished her porridge, she couldn’t help but look up at the man sitting by the window.

He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes looked serious and gentle. The surrounding sunlight also gave him a halo, making people sigh that the sun was just right today.

However, when Jiang Zhihan raised his head, his eye-catching dark green eyes looked sharp and his expressionless face completely neutralized the gentleness he had when he lowered his head.

Song Qingyou was engrossed.

It took a few seconds for her to react.

Jiang Zhihan raised his head?

She was caught peeking at him.

And it was not the first time.

No matter how thick-skinned Song Qingyou was, her face turned slightly red.

“Is it nice?” Jiang Zhihan’s magnetic voice broke the silence.

Song Qingyou nodded without hesitation.

In her eyes, Jiang Zhihan looked better than those virtual characters.

Even though she had traveled through many worlds, Jiang Zhihan’s beauty was still the best in her eyes.

Humans were visual creatures and liked beautiful things. She was no exception. This was a normal phenomenon…

Song Qingyou, who was immersed in her thoughts and trying to convince herself that she didn’t need to be embarrassed, suddenly heard a chuckle.

When she raised her head, she heard the person in front of her ask in an ambiguous manner, “How long do you want to watch?”

From his tone, it seemed like he would let her look as long as she wanted.

Song Qingyou didn’t answer, but asked, “President Jiang is so… tolerant to all his partners?”

“Only to you.”

This answer was rather ambiguous.

Was Jiang Zhihan just saying it casually, or did he mean something else?

Song Qingyou tilted her head, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

However, before she could speak, there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.” Zhong Jiayin’s voice sounded.

Song Qingyou had never thought that this young miss would actually come to visit her.

The person outside the door seemed to know what Song Qingyou was thinking and snapped, “Open the door!”

“If it wasn’t because I didn’t want the media to say that the cast and crew were not on good terms, I wouldn’t have come to see you. So, don’t blame me for disturbing you.”

It wasn’t like Song Qingyou didn’t check her phone. How could she not know that the public opinion was against her? At this time, many people wanted to avoid arousing suspicion.

Besides, even if it was said that the two of them didn’t get along, Zhong Jiayin wouldn’t lose anything. After all, Zhu Jiao had worked hard to spread this rumor.

So, Zhong Jiayin had obviously come to visit her.

Thinking about it carefully, the last sentence was probably because she was afraid of disturbing her.

Although Song Qingyou was surprised that the first person to come was Zhong Jiayin, she couldn’t let her stand at the door, so she looked at Jiang Zhihan.

“Mr. Jiang-”

She wanted Jiang Zhihan to leave through another door.

However, before she could say anything, Jiang Zhihan seemed to have misunderstood her meaning. He walked over and opened the door.

Then, the fruit basket that Zhong Jiayin had just received from her assistant fell to the ground with a loud thud.

“M-Mr. Jiang!”

Zhong Jiayin stammered as she spoke, which was enough to show how surprised she was.

“Who are you?” Jiang Zhihan asked expressionlessly.

“I’m Zhong Jiayin. I’ve seen you before at Old Master Jiang’s birthday banquet.”

Zhong Jiayin quickly recovered from her shock.

However, in front of Jiang Zhihan, she wasn’t as arrogant as she usually was. Instead, her tone was much gentler.

“Mm.” Jiang Zhihan didn’t mind. He then asked, “Are you friends with Qingyou?”

Qingyou…

This form of address caused Zhong Jiayin’s pupils to tremble once again!

“We’re starring in the same production.”

Jiang Zhihan took two steps back and gestured for her to come in.

Song Qingyou looked at Zhong Jiayin’s almost synchronized steps and sighed in her heart.

This was great. She hadn’t even finished dealing with Zhu Jiao yet, and she had offended Zhong Jiayin.

However, since Jiang Zhihan was the one who attracted her, it shouldn’t be a problem for him to deal with her, right?

Otherwise, he would lose an excellent partner like herself..