After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 32

“She is in the first operating room on the 13th floor of Xiang Province People’s Hospital. Please don’t worry, Little CEO Ji, the situation is controllable.”

Although she heard Lin Shu repeat multiple times that Song Xingzi was not in life-threatening danger, Ji Ruyue was still so anxious she could barely breathe. Clenching her phone, she calmly ordered, “Send me the address. I’m coming over immediately.”

“Mom, is my private jet still in the backyard? Arrange the plane for me; I need to go find her!”

“It is. Take your bodyguards with you. Let him pilot it. Do you need anything else prepared? Should we transfer her to a hospital under the Ji Corporation? No, forget that. You hurry up and go; don’t delay.” Xu Yan instructed the servants to prepare travel arrangements for Ji Ruyue, murmuring the entire time.

“Mom, I’m leaving,” Ji Ruyue ran towards the backyard. “Li Biao, follow me. Coordinates: North Latitude N28, East Longitude E113.”

“Understood, President,” the two boarded the helicopter and flew straight towards the destination.

Xu Yan stood at the door and watched for a while, teasing, “Oh, Xiao Yue is so impatient. She still says she’s not a girlfriend.”

“Doesn’t that just make her like you?” Ji Hongguang put down his phone and also came to the door, finishing Xu Yan’s sentence.

Things were calm on this end, but even though the doctor said the situation was not serious, outside the operating room, Lin Shu was so anxious he kept pacing and even pressed his face against the operating room door to peer inside.

The surgical light was still red. Song Xingzi was lying on the operating table, waiting to be rescued.

How did Song Xingzi end up in this state? That story starts with the special program being filmed tonight.

To curry favor with Starlight, the program’s director and producer specifically sought out Song Xingzi’s information to familiarize themselves with her. They then discussed the script with Song Xingzi’s team, ensuring that the final program would highlight Song Xingzi’s virtues as a Celebrity Scholar with a Century-Level Gorgeous Face.

This seemed like a foolproof win-win situation, but unfortunately, no one knew that inside Song Xingzi’s body was a brand new soul.

So, when the male host followed the script and tossed a conversational cue to Song Xingzi, she froze.

“I heard Xingzi graduated from the Law School of Yan Jing University, and her English score in the college entrance exam was a perfect score!” The male host held the cue card and smiled at Song Xingzi with gentle amiability.

“Wow! So impressive, so impressive!” The female host immediately made an exaggerated expression and exclaimed, “Xingzi is truly amazing, don’t you agree?”

The audience already had shills arranged to cheer in response. Hearing the question, they immediately started cheering, making exaggerated gasping sounds. Some even chatted with the audience next to them, conveniently getting swept into the camera shot.

“Is this true?” The other male host passed the microphone to Song Xingzi. For a moment, the other guests became mere background, and all the lights in the venue focused on Song Xingzi.

Song Xingzi took the microphone, perplexed. “Mhm, Teacher Xu is right.”

Although I’m not sure what they’re cheering about, Song Xingzi seems to have graduated from Yan Jing University’s law school, so it’s fine if I nod.

Song Xingzi convinced herself in a few short sentences and even gave the audience a shy smile.

Immediately, some audience members clutched their chests in mock fainting, and others covered their mouths in embarrassment, causing their light boards to wave even more enthusiastically.

Hearing the affirmative answer, the male host who spoke first gently continued, “I’ve watched many of Xingzi’s interviews. Xingzi mentioned she particularly loves singing English songs and often showcases her singing voice in the crew, like a little oriole.”

The female host immediately requested earnestly, “Wow! We want to hear it! Xingzi, could you sing one for us right now? Just your favorite! Teacher Xu, which one does Xingzi like best?”

“I know this one,” the male host took the microphone. “It’s You Are My Sunshine, right?”

“Wow, wow, wow, I love this song too! What a treat for our ears,” the female host said excitedly, urging the bewildered Song Xingzi, “Come on, music. Let’s leave the stage to our academic superstar, Xingzi.”

Song Xingzi held the microphone in a daze, paused for a few seconds, and said, “What are you talking about? Why can’t I understand?”

Yes, ever since the host said the word “English,” she had been unable to understand. Although Song Xingzi had studied diligently for a full decade—hanging her head by its hair and pricking herself with a needle to stay awake—and passed the Human Residence Permit exam with a perfect score, her curriculum only included how to adapt to human life. It did not include foreign language instruction. Therefore, she simply couldn’t understand what the host was saying, let alone pick up on their conversational cues or use the opportunity to establish her scholar persona.

The smile on the female host’s face remained unchanged. She thought Song Xingzi was shy and embarrassed, so she teased her even more enthusiastically, “Xingzi, don’t be so humble! We all know this is your strength. We are all waiting for the voice of our little Pop Queen. I can’t wait! How about you all?”

The shills in the audience shouted energetically in response, “Sing! Sing!”

Song Xingzi asked blankly, “What ‘Eagle language’? I do know a bit of ‘Bird language,’ though.”

She was not lying about this. As a demon spirit raised in the mountains since childhood, Song Xingzi might not even understand the word “OK” in English, but she was truly fluent in Bird language.

To prove she wasn’t lying, Song Xingzi cleared her throat and gave a rendition of an oriole’s song into the microphone.

“This is the sound of an oriole,” Song Xingzi said, seeing the stunned reactions. She then made the sound of a magpie. “This is the sound of a magpie.”

Song Xingzi waited nervously for a response and then honestly added, “I’m not very good at ‘Eagle language.’ I haven’t heard it much.”

Eagles are more common in grasslands or on cliffs. They really don’t have them in the small rolling hills of Qing Qiu.

“Hahahahaha, Xingzi, you are too humorous,” the female host reacted and burst into a string of laughter. To cover up, she jokingly said, “Xingzi, you can’t really not speak English, can you? How are you?”

“Huh? I don’t understand,” Song Xingzi froze, paused for a moment, and then honestly replied, “How are you?”

Song Xingzi tried to repeat what she had just heard, looking bewilderedly at the female host.

The female host realized something was wrong and exchanged a look with the male host, deliberating on how to salvage the situation. Meanwhile, people in the audience seats had already begun discussing in low voices:

“No way, is this celebrity really unable to speak English, or is she pretending? The joke should be over by now, shouldn’t it?”

“I don’t know. She shouldn’t be unable to. Maybe she’s trying to establish a persona and just took it too far by accident.”

“Oh my gosh, that line of English she just said was a complete copy of the host’s! Even the intonation was exactly the same!”

“What scholar? I think she’s just trash.”

And the malice in people’s hearts was far more than what was expressed!

Song Xingzi heard the whispers from all directions and finally realized that something was wrong. She looked around, confused and panicked. Her heart felt as if someone had pushed her off a cliff, plummeting rapidly amidst the roaring wind.

No, don’t say it. I didn’t. I’m not. I really don’t know anything. Why did it suddenly turn out like this? Did I do something wrong? Why are they saying these things about me?

However, as her inner emotions accumulated, the voices not only did not stop but, on the contrary, it was as if a switch had suddenly been pressed in her ear. More complex and fragmented whispers, carrying immense malice, came from every corner of the venue, each one stabbing at her heart.

“Aiya, her persona collapsed, didn’t it?”

“So idiotic. Hearing her talk actually gives me a sense of intellectual superiority.”

“She’s just an 18th-tier female celebrity. I wonder which rich sugar daddy’s leg she’s clinging to, daring to suppress my sister’s ranking.”

“My sister is so beautiful and humorous. She even knows Bird language. Are the hosts idiots? Can’t they tell my sister is joking with them?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, she can’t even speak English. Not only is her academic background fake, but her face is probably fake too. Let’s see what work she’s had done.”

“Hahahahahaha, once this episode airs, I don’t think she’ll be able to work anymore. She finally got a sugar daddy at her age, but she’s so pathetic.”

“Why didn’t Lin Shu explain clearly? Was the information her team provided all fake?”

Have I been exposed? What should I do? Why can I hear these things? Who is talking?

Someone save me. I don’t want to stay here. This place is terrifying. Ji Ji, Fox Sister, Uncle Niu, someone please take me away? Songzi is going to be disliked by everyone. Songzi is going to be caught and experimented on. Someone save me.

The more Song Xingzi heard, the more terrified she became. She looked up blankly at the ceiling light. Too many thoughts flashed through her mind, finally converging into a strong desire to escape.

Perhaps Heaven heard her prayer and shut off the electricity in the venue, or perhaps the ceiling light was due for maintenance anyway, or perhaps it was both…

In any case, Song Xingzi suddenly blinked, and the light around her abruptly vanished. The ceiling light swung overhead, descending with a desperate sound, tearing through the air and smashing straight down onto Song Xingzi’s head.

There were screams everywhere. Song Xingzi looked up, seeing only the dangerous heavy object coming toward her. She moved slightly to the side, as if in a trance.

With a loud “Bang—” followed by a crackle of breaking glass.

Before Song Xingzi fainted, she had only one thought: That’s good. I don’t have to disappoint everyone.

“Director, check the circuits! Turn on the backup power!”

“Quick, quick! What’s wrong with the lights?”

“Something fell! Everyone stay calm and watch out!”

After a chaotic flurry of activity, light finally returned to the venue. Song Xingzi, wearing a white dress, lay covered in blood amidst shattered glass, like a muddy apricot blossom, scattered and ruined after its bloom.

“Song Xingzi!” Lin Shu, who was backstage with the directing team, saw the scene. His eyes widened, and he screamed, rushing onto the stage.

The hosts, guests, and audience were all stunned by the sight.

The male host reacted quickly and immediately stabilized the situation: “Quick, Logistics team, call an ambulance! Filming team, suspend shooting! Director, manage the situation.”

“Everyone, don’t panic. Please stay where you are. Maintenance personnel are investigating the fault. This recording is temporarily terminated. The audience who participated in this recording, please do not disclose the filming process. We will provide a satisfactory explanation to everyone.”

“Song Xingzi, hurry! Why isn’t the ambulance here yet?” Lin Shu looked at the back of the artist’s head, which was continuously bleeding. He stood helplessly outside the broken glass, urgently rushing the process.

The program crew reacted very quickly, and since the filming location was in the city center, the emergency personnel arrived swiftly. They strapped her to a stretcher and pushed her into the ambulance, which drove her straight into the operating room.

Fortunately, the wound looked terrifying but was not actually deep. The doctor performed simple hemostasis and then emergency surgery. She was finally transferred to a VIP room before Ji Ruyue arrived.

“Ai, Song Xingzi, why do you make people worry so much? Taking care of you is more exhausting than taking care of five artists simultaneously,” Lin Shu sat by the bed, looking at the artist’s pale face. His heart ached with paternal worry. He placed a cup of warm water on the bedside table and couldn’t help but sigh.

“Little CEO Ji?” Lin Shu picked up his vibrating phone and greeted her warmly.

“I’m currently by the operating room on the 13th floor. Where is she? Where are you?”

Ji Ruyue’s voice was low and urgent. Lin Shu didn’t dare delay and quickly reported the room and bed number.

“I understand. I’ll be right there.”

Hanging up the phone, Ji Ruyue turned to the nearby stairwell. Holding the railing, she didn’t stop, running quickly up to the fifteenth floor like a short-distance runner.

“Lin Shu, how is Song Xingzi?” Ji Ruyue ran up to the ward in one breath, pushed open the slightly ajar door, and leaned against it, panting as she asked.

“She’s out of danger. She hasn’t woken up yet and is currently on an IV drip,” Lin Shu moved his small stool. “Little CEO Ji, you must be tired from rushing here. Please sit down and rest. There’s warm water by the bed; it just arrived.”

“I’m fine,” Ji Ruyue closed the door. She didn’t sit in the stool as suggested but sat directly on the bed. “What did the doctor say? What happened?”

“In short, there was an accident at the program recording site. The power suddenly went out across the board, and then the ceiling light fell without warning, hitting Xingzi directly,” Lin Shu transferred the video copied from the director’s team and handed it to Ji Ruyue. “This is the detailed recording process. We haven’t ruled out foul play. The police have already gone to collect evidence.”

“I’ll watch it first. Why isn’t she awake yet?”