My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 65
Almost the entire mountain, down to every inch of grass, had been combed through by the professional rescue team.
When Qiu Miaoran saw the rescue team pull up the young girl from the bottom of the cave with safety ropes, her limbs instantly froze. The chill pierced to the bone. Her dark lashes lowered, and even after blinking hard, her rain-blurred vision remained the same.
She rushed toward the stretcher.
On the last step, her figure staggered. She tore open her trench coat and draped it over Ji Jiayu’s body.
Qiu Miaoran practically threw herself over the stretcher, her arms braced firmly on either side.
“Ji Jiayu…”
“Ji Jiayu!”
Her voice cracked, ragged with heavy breaths.
“I’m sorry, I’m late again. I’m sorry… I came too late…”
“Why is it that no matter what I do, it’s useless? Why… do you always leave me?”
Qiu Miaoran lowered her head. It felt unbearably heavy, as if a thousand pounds of rock pressed against it, crushing her down, suffocating her.
She was such a wretched person.
She was never worthy of being loved.
She had never cared about anyone’s feelings. She suffocated people with her controlling nature. She had no emotions…
No one loved her, and she loved no one.
Until she began observing one young girl—until watching her became an addiction.
She couldn’t quit it. She was addicted to that girl.
The year Ji Jiayu graduated high school—
That night was a coincidence, the first time Qiu Miaoran met a certain girl.
The pitch-black night sky suddenly lit up with stars—fragments of starlight glittering in Ji Jiayu’s eyes.
But the girl had been terribly drunk, with a memory span like a goldfish’s, seven seconds long.
By the next morning, Ji Jiayu had forgotten her completely.
In college, Ji Jiayu dated Song Tingyu.
The night before Song Tingyu’s flight abroad, the flight was moved earlier. Ji Jiayu and Song Tingyu missed each other.
Someone plotting against Song Tingyu orchestrated a brutal car accident. Instead, the taxi Ji Jiayu was in was hit.
Without timely aid, Ji Jiayu bled to death.
So, in the next “reset,” after Ji Jiayu’s accident, she made it in time and saved her.
The second year Ji Jiayu was blacklisted,
When Ji Chen’s death was reported, Ji Jiayu overdosed in her bedroom.
So, in the next “reset,” after the avalanche in the Alps, she brought a professional rescue team in time, staying awake two nights straight, and rescued Ji Chen within the golden 48 hours.
This time, Ji Jiayu finally liked her.
They were together.
But Ji Jiayu’s jealousy led her to stab Lin Qiaoxuan with a knife. In the end, she was imprisoned for “intentional injury.”
Hopeless, Ji Jiayu took medicine in prison and killed herself.
So, in the next “reset,” she surrounded herself with other “companions,” pretended not to care for Ji Jiayu, and never allowed her to escape her control.
She didn’t care about Ji Jiayu, didn’t remember her birthday, ignored the details, disrespected her, and let her possessiveness and jealousy consume her.
She even thought Ji Jiayu would still love her.
She thought her medical project could save Ji Jiayu. To stabilize her condition, she hid everything—
Not realizing she was hurting Ji Jiayu even more.
She understood everything, except the human heart.
The heart is not cheap. Only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity. Every person’s heart is equal.
In this novel where the storylines were disturbed, there was a character named “Qiu Miaoran.”
She couldn’t change the direction of every plotline, but she could start over again.
No one knew—how many times had she “reset”?
Just so she could save her girl every single time.
When she finally understood what it meant to like someone—
Mutual respect, mutual care.
Only through friction and struggle do people truly fall in love.
But this time—
Ji Jiayu said, “I don’t like you. I just like your face.”
No one knew how much that hurt Qiu Miaoran.
Each reset scrambled her memory with the timelines. All she could clearly remember was Ji Jiayu’s cause of death, each gruesome detail of how the girl died, etched deeply into her mind.
Other memories shattered into fragments, confused across the different timelines.
Her ability was too weak. She couldn’t change anything. Even her memories of each reset remained unclear.
Each time she failed, Qiu Miaoran would grow old alone.
She sentenced herself to lifelong solitude.
Ji Jiayu was her “regret,” her “never-to-be.”
And this time, they missed each other again.
…
“President Qiu…”
“President Qiu, please step aside, we need to lift the patient. You’re blocking us…”
Qiu Miaoran snapped back to herself.
She slowly straightened, her eyes already bloodshot. Cold tears fell from the corners of her eyes, slid down her jaw, and dripped away—
Tears mingled with the mountain rain.
Fortunately, no one saw her face right now.
A crying woman’s face—
Such a wretched sight, far too humiliating.
She wept like a helpless child.
Qiu Miaoran raised her sleeve, quietly wiped the corners of her eyes, her voice hoarse and low: “She… she doesn’t…”
“No danger to life. She’s still alive. Just unconscious,” a rescuer in a fluorescent vest sighed. “But it’s so cold up here… the cave had water inside too. We don’t know how badly she’s hurt from the fall…”
Qiu Miaoran’s fists clenched, veins bulging on her forehead.
She rasped out,
“Take her to the hospital!”
“Hurry!”
Her voice was the roar of a trapped beast.
…
Helicopters gradually took off from a southern island, the buzzing noise cutting through the night sky before fading away.
Half an hour later, Ji Jiayu was delivered to a high-end international hospital in Nancheng.
An hour later, outside the VIP ward.
Someone waited anxiously.
“Minor abrasions. Torn ligament in the left leg. Swelling is obvious, but no fracture detected. She needs sutures, fixation with screws, and a plaster cast,”
The doctor paused, clicked his pen shut, and handed over the slip. “That’s all. You can pay now—we’ll prep her for surgery.”
“Alright, thank you.”
Assistant Li stepped forward, took the slip, and forced a smile.
Even he felt sorry.
Ji Jiayu would need screws again. She would be in pain again.
So pitiful.
Qiu Miaoran’s trembling voice loosened, her tightly furrowed brows finally easing. A cold gleam flashed across her gold-rimmed glasses.
“Then… there’s nothing else wrong with her?”
“Mhm.” The doctor nodded. “We already did a brain CT and EEG. No signs of intracranial injury or concussion.”
He didn’t mention Ji Jiayu’s old injuries or the shadows on her CT scans. That meant her old trauma from the car accident was no longer an issue.
And, luckily, this incident hadn’t caused any secondary damage.
The doctor left.
Assistant Li went downstairs to pay.
Outside the VIP ward, Qiu Miaoran sat with her legs pressed together. Her trench coat lay discarded, soaked through. Her black dress clung damply to her thighs.
She opened her laptop on her knees, checking emails, continuing unfinished work.
From the end of the hallway came hurried footsteps.
A pair of beige leather heels stopped nearby.
Qiu Miaoran’s lashes trembled.
Lin Qiaoxuan, teeth clenched, spoke with venom: “Qiu Miaoran… what right do you have to be here by my sister’s side?!”
“Your agency let her take on such a dangerous variety show?”
Qiu Miaoran closed her laptop, slid it into her bag, and zipped it slowly. “Miss Lin, I wasn’t aware of this show.”
Another female voice sounded, hesitant: “President Qiu?”
Qiu Miaoran pushed up her glasses, slowly lifting her gaze.
Not far away stood a middle-aged lady in a sea-blue cheongsam. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Why are you here?”
“Director Lin… I—” Qiu Miaoran began.
“Mom… I forgot to tell you. The reports online—I didn’t dare show you. President Qiu used to be sister’s…” Lin Qiaoxuan paused, then finished softly,
“…girlfriend.”
“And back then, she hadn’t even broken off her engagement with me.”
Lin Wan pressed a hand to her chest, her brows knitting tight. Her right hand massaged the spot slowly. She looked as if in great pain—likely her heart condition acting up.
“Mom… Mom…” Lin Qiaoxuan helped her down onto a bench. “Sit first.”
Qiu Miaoran rose, wanting to help as well. “Director Lin, please let me explain—”
“Don’t act innocent! What kind of person are you?” Lin Wan swung her arm, harshly knocking aside Qiu Miaoran’s hand. “What is there left for you to say to me?!”
“Qiu Miaoran, get out!” Lin Qiaoxuan snapped. “What right do you have to stand outside my sister’s ward? You’re the last person she wants to see!”
—The last person she wants to see…
It was like a sharp thorn stabbing straight into her fingertip,
Blood spilling from the wound, pain so sharp it bored into her bones.
Qiu Miaoran pressed her lips together, lifted her briefcase, her posture still upright. “I’m sorry… for upsetting you. I’ll go call the doctor for you…”
“Still pretending to be kind?” Lin Wan scoffed, swallowing her heart medicine with water. She coughed. “Cough… cough…”
Her beautiful eyes glared, her voice cutting like a knife. “People who like my daughter line up from Beijing to Paris. And you—don’t you ever dream of touching her again!”
Qiu Miaoran pressed her lips tight, eyes shut as she drew in a deep breath to steady herself. Her rain-soaked lips trembled pale.
“You needn’t worry. Jiayu and I are just friends now…”
“As her boss, I failed to protect an employee. As her friend, I failed to protect Jiayu. I’m sorry.”
“As her boss?” Lin Wan sneered, lips twisting in a mocking smile. “Terminate the contract! Jiayu belongs to the Lin family. You’ll never control her again!”
Lin Qiaoxuan chimed in coldly, “Take back your so-called kindness. My sister doesn’t need it.”
Standing by her mother’s side, she secretly lifted the corners of her lips into a sly smile. But in the next instant, she pressed them flat again, her expression freezing into ice.
“The termination fee can be negotiated later. Our Lin family can afford it,” Lin Qiaoxuan said flatly.
“President Qiu, you’re not welcome here. Please leave.”
“Of course, I can go.” Qiu Miaoran picked up her briefcase, her other hand gripping her soaked trench coat tightly. Her knuckles whitened from the force.
“As for the termination… let Ji Jiayu decide after she wakes up. Neither you nor I have the right to make that decision.”
She was driven away from the VIP ward by Lin Wan and Lin Qiaoxuan,
Her back more wretched than a stray dog drenched in rain.
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