My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 55.2

At the VIP ward door, someone’s footsteps silently stopped.

Ji Jiayu held the bills, her fingertips trembling as she gripped the papers tightly.

She closed her eyes, slowly regulated her breathing, and waited for the dampness in her eyes to evaporate.

So Ji Chen had no interest in her.

Then they would just keep protecting each other, so at least this purest form of affection would never spoil.

A few minutes later.

Ji Jiayu appeared at the door of the ward. She walked over and handed the bills to Qiu Miaoran:

“These are your check-up results. Nothing serious. The doctor said you just need to stay for observation for a day.”

“Oh…” Qiu Miaoran took the check-up results, her long eyelashes lowered, but her mind was no longer on these few check-up sheets.

From the variety show “Summer Youth Tour,” it was clear—Lin Qiaoxuan used that insignificant little scratch on his finger to gain sympathy and attention from Ji Jiayu. Most importantly, Ji Jiayu was genuinely worried and so meticulously held Lin Qiaoxuan’s finger.

The young girl preferred the soft approach, not the hard one…

“Aunt, you and Jiayu go home first. You both probably have work tomorrow, and it’s already late today,”

She paused, remembering Lin Qiaoxuan’s hateful face, and began to imitate his expression—

Qiu Miaoran sat on the edge of the bed, her head slightly lowered. The lab report in her hand was gently placed down, making a rustling sound. She lowered her brows, then slowly looked up,

“I can be here by myself…”

But CEO Qiu’s acting was really bad, and she was overacting.

She didn’t look like a pitiful little ‘green tea’ girl; she looked more like a Husky who had just torn up the house pretending to be pathetic, making people want to give her bandaged head a fierce beating.

Ji Chen looked up at the sound, then glanced to her right at Ji Jiayu, “Staying in the hospital alone? That’s not good…”

“Why, is there something wrong with that?”

Ji Jiayu lowered her eyes, her fingertips lightly covered her lips, smiling charmingly, her eyes bright, seemingly with a hint of cunning.

“CEO Qiu wasn’t crippled; she’s not incapacitated…”

Qiu Miaoran: “…”

Could someone understand that she was just saying that?!

Qiu Miaoran raised her wrist, her lean, long fingers suddenly covered her mouth and nose, and she coughed twice. Her voice was low and sounded a bit hoarse.

“But my injury is not light…”

Ji Jiayu took a step forward, approaching the bed. Her fingers pressed into her hair, and she lowered her gaze to look at the head tightly wrapped in gauze.

Qiu Miaoran felt inexplicably nervous. The part of her scalp that had been grazed by the other’s fingers was both numb and itchy. Now, being so close, she could smell the scent on Ji Jiayu. It was sweet…

Sweeter than any other woman.

After breaking up with Ji Jiayu, Qiu Miaoran never hung out with the “Wolf of Wall Street – Jing City Branch Wolf” to chase women again.

At every gathering, Qiu Miaoran was always alone, becoming extremely self-disciplined.

People around her said that CEO Qiu seemed to have changed—

From the indifferent-faced female CEO who “passes through a field of flowers without touching a single leaf,” who “appears to be playing the field but is actually cold and abstinent,”

to the indifferent-faced “I have no interest in women” nun.

Qiu Miaoran became dispirited. Her gaze didn’t linger on other young girls or boys.

The female companions, who initially approached her, later only called out “CEO Qiu” softly when they saw her, and then went to play with others.

Qiu Miaoran suddenly felt that even the nominally associated female companions at those previous social events, their meticulously matched perfumes, all smelled so dull…

They weren’t even as good as the slight fragrance brought by the fluttering corners of Ji Jiayu’s clothes when she came near…

That hint of sweetness on Ji Jiayu seemed to be the unique scent of the girl herself—sweet, soft, not cloying, making one feel comfortable, with every pore craving the girl’s sweetness.

There were no more “female companions” by Qiu Miaoran’s side.

Ji Jiayu was her last “female companion.”

Now, she was injured because of Ji Jiayu.

As long as she showed weakness like Lin Qiaoxuan, little Yu should stay and accompany her…

Even if it was just to accompany her, hold her, and nothing else.

Even if it was to exchange for a smile from Ji Jiayu, the kind of genuine, intoxicatingly sweet smile she showed to Ji Chen.

Even if it was to exchange for a single “Jiejie,” the way she sweetly called Ji Chen “Jiejie.”

Since Ji Chen returned, Qiu Miaoran hadn’t heard Ji Jiayu call her “Jiejie” anymore…

The next moment, a sigh from the young girl reached her ear. It was light, like a tail feather gently brushing against one’s heart, “Really, CEO Qiu is quite seriously injured…”

“It looks painful.”

Ji Jiayu turned around and walked to Ji Chen’s side, even deliberately hooking her arm around Ji Chen’s, curving her lips and eyes. This smile added brightness to her features.

“Sister Ji Chen, since CEO Qiu is so seriously injured…”

“Shouldn’t we hurry and leave so we don’t disturb her rest?”

Ji Chen was suddenly hooked by the arm. They had never been so intimate even when walking together before. Her outer arm seemed to have brushed against the softness of the girl’s chest. Although unintentional, the sensation was very moving…

It was very soft and very elastic.

Ji Chen’s lips stiffened for a moment. Her spine was slightly rigid, and her posture became a bit unnatural. After a moment, she quietly said, “Okay.”

Qiu Miaoran kept her head lowered, resisting the urge to look at their receding figures.

But their gradually fading footsteps were like invisible sharp thorns, fiercely stabbing into her heart, again and again, piercing her heart until it was bleeding profusely…

Qiu Miaoran’s hand pressed against the bed, her fingers clenched, the joints white from the strain. Unconsciously, her fingertips left marks on her palm, a faint ache and itch.

This slight pain and itch seemed almost imperceptible compared to the throbbing pain of her scalp, which had been sewn with multiple stitches.

Nothing hurt more than a wounded heart.

Qiu Miaoran lowered her head very deeply, her hair sliding from her shoulder, obscuring half of her face.

She became listless, like a deflated balloon.

A long while later, a nurse with a small notebook came in for a round.

It was already past eleven at night. The patient was still sitting on the edge of the bed, not sleeping, motionless, looking somewhat distraught.

“What’s wrong? Is there anything I can help with?”

Qiu Miaoran stiffly lifted her head. The red blood vessels in her eyes were very noticeable, and her voice sounded a bit hoarse, “Nothing… I just want to be alone…”

“Is there a place in the hospital where I can smoke?”

She clenched her fingers, her fingertips pressing into her palm, creating crescent-shaped nail marks. Various negative emotions were practically drowning her.

At this moment, her craving for a cigarette also flared up.

Restless, annoyed…

“Yes… but I can’t tell you. You also can’t smoke anytime soon,” the little nurse gripped the ballpoint pen in her hand, waving the tip of the pen, and began to chatter emphatically,

“Didn’t the attending physician say you must avoid smoking and alcohol after surgery? You shouldn’t always ignore us. Your wound is prone to inflammation that way,”

“But you’re actually okay. Some people don’t even ask and just start smoking in the hospital! They only think about themselves and don’t consider the other patients and children in the hospital. They are forced to inhale your second-hand smoke every day…”

“Second-hand smoke…” Qiu Miaoran’s red lips slightly parted, she murmured,

“Then… I won’t smoke.”

Qiu Miaoran suddenly remembered something from a year ago—

At that time, she saw Song Tingyu and Ji Jiayu tangled up in the hotel. Losing her head momentarily, she lost her composure and later punished Ji Jiayu, half-forcing, half-commanding the young girl to please herself. At that time, she had a cigarette between her fingers, and a cigarette in her red lips, and she began to smoke, admiring Ji Jiayu amidst the smoke, as if she were a work of art, watching the girl look helpless like a little sparrow drenched in the rain…

She personally watched Ji Jiayu’s eyes tear up from the smoke, her white skin flushed pink like a prematurely ripe peach after being buried in shame. There seemed to be the sound of fireworks exploding in her ears. Later, Qiu Miaoran made the person miss her morning shift the next day. She herself felt thoroughly satisfied and fulfilled.

She was truly an awful person…

Now, thinking about it, that beautiful sight was clearly etched in her mind, as if it happened yesterday. She vaguely remembered the girl’s slightly curled toes.

She was truly a horrible person for objectifying the girl and not knowing how to respect others…

Qiu Miaoran annoyedly hit her forehead, tugging at the stitched skin on her head. The pain made her hiss.

“Do you feel the pain now?” The little nurse chuckled softly, “Alright, stop thinking about smoking… Go to sleep. If you’re still in too much pain to sleep,”

“Then do something else to distract yourself.”

“Okay,” Qiu Miaoran nodded, “Thank you.”

The little nurse left the VIP ward.

Qiu Miaoran quickly washed up and went back to lie down on the hospital bed.

She pulled out her phone and saw that it was already past midnight. Her scalp hurt too much to sleep, so she started doing something to distract herself.

She hesitated for a moment but decided to share her feelings of the day with Ji Jiayu—

[Qiu Miaoran]: Congratulations, little Yu, for Best Supporting Actress.

[Qiu Miaoran]: But in my heart, you are the Best Leading Actress.

Even though Ji Jiayu hadn’t replied to her messages for a very, very long time.

Ji Jiayu was so cold. After moving out of Qiushui Mansion, she hadn’t even given Qiu Miaoran a single “Mhm,” “Busy,” or “Going to shower” reply…

But the current Qiu Miaoran was completely different from her past self.

After being ignored by Ji Jiayu for more than half a year, her mindset had long changed. Just having the message read,

meant that Ji Jiayu had seen the message she sent.

Moreover, what was even more gratifying was that Ji Jiayu was already willing to be “friends” with her…

Just this was enough to bring Qiu Miaoran a fleeting moment of satisfaction.

What was unexpected was that the long-dormant profile picture finally lit up.

Ji Jiayu was actually still awake, and after so long, she finally replied to her message—

[Ji Jiayu]: CEO Qiu, why did you come over today?

[Qiu Miaoran]: Don’t misunderstand. I participated in the awards as an investor. I just wanted to support you as a friend.

[Qiu Miaoran]: I didn’t have any other intentions.

Ji Jiayu saw “I didn’t have any other intentions,” slightly tilted her head, feeling that Qiu Miaoran’s wording tonight seemed a bit odd.

She paused, then typed another line on the screen and sent it out.

[Ji Jiayu]: I was talking about the photo. How did you catch that paparazzi?

[Qiu Miaoran]: I happened to want to eat Cantonese food at that restaurant too. I just passed by and coincidentally saw him.

—It was just a coincidence that she was passing by. She didn’t follow them. She really didn’t follow her and Ji Chen.

[Ji Jiayu]: Oh, I see…

[Ji Jiayu]: Actually, he wouldn’t have been able to take anything. Even if he took some ambiguous photos, the public relations department would find a way to clarify and suppress it.

[Qiu Miaoran]: But I can’t think.

[Qiu Miaoran]: I can’t allow you to be in any danger.

Ji Jiayu: “…”

Shocked. What made the cold female CEO suddenly become so manipulative and cheesy?

—She could practically make a big bottle of “tea tree oil.”

[Ji Jiayu]: Do you know that you are very unusual tonight? Can you speak properly?

[Ji Jiayu]: #Famous Venture Capital CEO’s Image Collapses, Persona Crumbles Like a Mudslide#

[Qiu Miaoran]: Oh.

A minute later, another message came from the other side—

[Qiu Miaoran]: What does “Image Collapses” mean?

[Ji Jiayu]: 。。。。。。

These six periods could not express Ji Jiayu’s speechlessness at this moment.

[Ji Jiayu]: I’m not chatting anymore. I just finished showering and need to blow dry my hair.

Ji Jiayu’s hand shook, and the phone fell. She quickly reached out to catch it, but accidentally triggered the video call button.

Ji Jiayu hurriedly picked up the screen, moved her finger, and tried to press the hang-up button.

However, the next second, the video call was answered.

Qiu Miaoran picked up almost immediately.

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