The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 31

Lin Xiangdong spotted Zhang Qiu first. The moment he spoke, Lin Luoluo’s body instantly trembled, and she nervously followed his gaze.

Lin Xiangdong couldn’t spare a moment to talk to her and pushed through the crowd toward Zhang Qiu. Lin Luoluo followed closely, seeing a person collapsed on the ground.

Before Lin Xiangdong could speak, she immediately recognized Zhang Qiu.

Ignoring the high heels on her feet, Lin Luoluo took off running. Her short legs were actually pumping faster than Lin Xiangdong’s, and she reached Zhang Qiu’s side first.

She squatted down, utterly at a loss: “What happened to her!” she asked urgently.

Lu Feng’s assistant didn’t expect the Lin family’s eldest daughter to suddenly rush out. He stammered, “I… I don’t know either. She suddenly fell down.”

“Everyone stay back! Move! Spread out!” Lin Xiangdong urgently cleared the crowd. He turned to Lin Luoluo and said, “Don’t move her yet. Find someone to call a doctor!”

At such a large banquet, the Gu family naturally had contingency plans for medical emergencies. A doctor was quickly summoned. After turning Zhang Qiu’s body over, the doctor found her face deathly pale, blood at the corner of her mouth, a clouded consciousness, and the smell of alcohol on her.

After a quick examination, the doctor’s expression changed: “It might be gastric hemorrhage!”

“Call an ambulance! The patient needs to be transferred to the hospital!”

“Who is the patient’s family? Someone needs to ride with the ambulance!”

The assistant to Lu Feng hadn’t yet replied when Lin Luoluo quickly answered, “I will!”

Lu Feng’s assistant looked at her in surprise, then at the person being lifted onto a stretcher.

The intern knows the Lin family’s eldest daughter?

The ambulance was about to leave. There was no time to think. The incident happened while the intern was with him. Although Zhang Qiu was just an intern, the company still had an obligation, so the assistant followed, feeling uneasy.

Lin Luoluo chased after the ambulance and got in. Lin Xiangdong, worried, went to inform his parents first before driving to the hospital.

The ambulance arrived quickly and didn’t disturb the rest of the guests at the wine party.

Gu Beichen was still being scolded when the butler suddenly came to report that someone had fainted at the event. Hearing it was an insignificant minor person, Gu Father ignored it, kept a stern face, and continued to lecture him.

Gu Beichen said in a low voice, “You didn’t discuss the arranged marriage with me. Since such a small matter is irrelevant, why can’t I make my own decisions?”

“You think you’re right, do you? Luoluo is such a good girl. You didn’t give the Lin family any face. What do you think the Lin family will think? Was the girl sent to our family just to be humiliated by you? Or haven’t you forgotten that person from your school? Gu Beichen, your mother told me. You think Lin Luoluo isn’t good enough for you, but that commoner is? The difference in your social strata… right now it’s just a fleeting surge of hormones.”

Gu Beichen laughed: “The Qing Dynasty is long over, Dad. I don’t need to report to you who I like, do I?”

“Can love feed you?” Gu Jianye scolded, “Everything you use, wear, and eat now is paid for by the family! When you can live without spending a single cent of the family’s money, then you won’t have to listen to the family!”

Gu Beichen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he clenched his fists.

“Fine. You said it.”

Still so stubborn.

“Starting tomorrow, you don’t need to come to the company. Go work at a basic level job in the company. I won’t let anyone know your identity, and I’ll freeze your cards. Since you say you want to work hard, then show me what you can do!”

Gu Jianye flicked his sleeve and left. The knot of anger in Gu Beichen’s chest slowly subsided.

He now felt that the world was a massive lie, and everyone was lying, watching to see whose lie seemed more truthful.

After a while, someone knocked on the door. Gu Beichen looked over. Mu Yunchun was standing in the doorway, a bottle of wine in his left hand and two glasses in his right. He smiled at him: “Done working? Want a drink?”

Gu Beichen nodded readily.

…

In the hospital emergency room, Zhang Qiu had just finished a gastroscopy and was awake.

It was confirmed to be a gastric hemorrhage, but the bleeding in the stomach was minor, and she was given medication.

The patient was being transferred to the inpatient department. Lin Luoluo was busy running back and forth. Assistant Li went to pay for the treatment.

Zhang Qiu lay on the hospital bed, seeing the chilling white fluorescent light of the hospital corridor on Lin Luoluo, making her look both bright and shadowed. Her hair was loose, her hair accessory was crooked, yet she still wore a smile.

“You’re awake? Feeling better? The doctor gave you some medicine and said you’ll be fine after taking it.”

“Drinking alcohol without eating is bad for your stomach.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Lin Luoluo was bewildered by the stare, and a trace of fear rose within her.

She had only dared to act out because Zhang Qiu wasn’t around today. Who knew that Zhang Qiu was in the audience when she performed and heard her shameful remarks? Lin Luoluo dared not meet Zhang Qiu’s eyes, only looking at her chest, vaguely.

Her hand rested on the bed rail. Zhang Qiu moved her hand off the bed, gazed at Lin Luoluo’s hand, and reached out to grasp the back of her hand.

Lin Luoluo subconsciously looked up at her.

The elevator had not yet arrived, and the transfer bed stopped at the elevator entrance.

The sunset was nearing its end, infinitely stretching the human shadows.

The hospital was a little cold at this moment. The cool touch of Zhang Qiu’s fingers gave Lin Luoluo a sense of unreality.

“Luoluo,” Zhang Qiu’s voice was hoarse, “Thank you for your trouble.”

“No,” Lin Luoluo shook her head, unable to let go of the other’s slightly cool body temperature, her hand remaining still, “It’s you who went through trouble.”

In places she didn’t know about, Zhang Qiu was still working hard.

Lin Luoluo had heard from Assistant Li that Zhang Qiu drank until she had a gastric hemorrhage in order to shield her boss from drinking.

Lin Luoluo knew Zhang Qiu was someone who put effort into everything she did, and this made her feel very sorry for her.

The elevator door opened. The nurse pushed the bed. Zhang Qiu’s hand slipped from the back of Lin Luoluo’s and onto the bed. Lin Luoluo subconsciously followed her in and grabbed her hand again.

Assistant Li, who had just finished calling her boss, barely caught the elevator. “President Lu said you have time off. You can return to work after you recover, and you’ll be paid as usual.”

She smiled at Zhang Qiu, and accidentally saw the Lin family’s eldest daughter tightly holding the intern’s hand.

The posture was awkward and looked uncomfortable, but the Lin family’s eldest daughter seemed oblivious.

Assistant Li’s internal “gaydar” blared.

She couldn’t be blamed. Because of the relationship between President Lu and President Pei, she was primed to see a “relationship” everywhere. The Lin family’s eldest daughter had been very concerned about the intern the entire time, her eyes reddening on the ambulance, seemingly on the verge of tears. If the intern hadn’t suddenly woken up and comforted her, Assistant Li feared the Lin family’s eldest daughter might have been crying all over the hospital.

Assistant Li cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact: “The company will reimburse your hospitalization fees. Please recover quickly and return to work. President Pei is still waiting for you.”

After a few more words of encouragement, they reached the ward.

Assistant Li still had to pick up President Lu and President Pei, so she left after seeing them to the ward.

Lin Xiangdong called to ask about the situation. Lin Luoluo told him. The ward immediately fell silent.

Zhang Qiu was still on an IV drip. Exhausted from the afternoon’s ordeal, she closed her eyes to rest. Lin Luoluo was worried the sound of her high heels would disturb Zhang Qiu, so she took off her shoes and put them by the wall. She walked barefoot to the bedside, checked the progress of the IV fluid, and gently tucked the blanket around Zhang Qiu.

Perhaps the movement was too great; Zhang Qiu opened her eyes. Her dark pupils were as calm as a pool of water. Suddenly, she asked, “Is it okay for you to leave because of me?”

Lin Luoluo was slightly stunned, taking a moment to react.

“You and Gu Beichen just announced your engagement. They are waiting for your congratulations. You shouldn’t have brought me to the hospital,” Zhang Qiu said in a casual tone.

But the more casual she sounded, the more a cold feeling crept into Lin Luoluo’s body.

A tremor slowly crawled up her spine. She uncontrollably bit her lip, not knowing what to say, feeling like she had done something wrong, and bowed her head to apologize: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there.”

Why should she feel sorry for her?

Zhang Qiu looked at her, watching her red lips turn white from biting, her small face filled with fear and uneasiness.

At this moment, Zhang Qiu didn’t know what she wanted, only that an inexplicable anger circled inside her, like an eagle circling over barren ground, unable to land for a long time.

“I’m tired, thank you,” she closed her eyes, refusing to communicate.

Lin Luoluo stood on the cold floor, her toes curled. After a long while, she pulled out the stool from under the bed and sat down silently.

Zhang Qiu didn’t want to talk. The alcohol consumed condensed into fatigue in her bloodstream.

She was too tired. Sleepiness gradually came over her, and she slowly drifted off.

Lin Luoluo stared at Zhang Qiu’s pale hand. The blue veins on the back of her hand were not very prominent. Her hand was vaguely curled into a fist. The fluid slowly flowed into her body, seeming to take away the sadness on her face as well. Her brows gradually relaxed. There were still two bags of IV fluid left. Lin Luoluo watched, hoping Zhang Qiu would sleep a little longer.

Gradually bored, her gaze finally dared to rest on Zhang Qiu’s face.

Zhang Qiu’s sleeping posture was good, her long eyebrows smooth, her eyelashes lowered, casting a thick shadow on her eyelids. Her lips were pale, dry, and chapped.

Lin Luoluo picked up the cotton swab the nurse had left on the table, moistened it slightly, wanting to wipe her lips. The doctor temporarily required her to abstain from food, and she wasn’t allowed to drink water, so she could only use the cotton swab to moisten her mouth.

She carefully wet the cotton swab. Lowering her head, the cotton swab touched her lips. After wiping only twice, Lin Luoluo felt as if someone was watching her. She looked up and was caught off guard, meeting a pair of dark, bright eyes.

Her hand trembled, and the cotton swab fell, sliding into her chest.

“I… I… I’m sorry…”

Lin Luoluo reached out to retrieve it, but when her hand touched her chest, she fearfully curled her fingers back, hesitating.

Suddenly, Zhang Qiu’s right hand pressed down, pressing Lin Luoluo’s hand against her chest.

The chest beneath her hand was slowly rising and falling. Zhang Qiu lowered her eyes: “I was asleep.”

“Mmm,” Lin Luoluo’s voice was very small, as if afraid to startle her.

“I saw your mouth was dry,” she explained.

“Mmm,” Zhang Qiu closed her eyes, feeling the delicate skin under her palm.

“The cotton swab fell into your chest,” Lin Luoluo’s face was a little red, “Sorry.”

She was apologizing again.

“Are you tired?” Zhang Qiu suddenly asked.

Lin Luoluo was confused.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

Zhang Qiu let go of her hand. Lin Luoluo hastily withdrew her hand, clasping both hands over her abdomen.

Zhang Qiu shifted, making some space next to her, and her voice was filled with weariness: “You sleep too. It’s been a whole day.”

Lin Luoluo understood; she was asking if she was tired.

Lin Luoluo shook her head, “There’s still IV fluid.”

“I can keep an eye on it myself,” Zhang Qiu looked at her, “Want to sleep for a bit?”

She was visibly tired, the fatigue obvious.

Lin Luoluo swallowed, looking at the half of the hospital bed Zhang Qiu had cleared, and still couldn’t resist the temptation.

Blushing, she climbed onto the bed.

Zhang Qiu then noticed her bare feet.

“Where are your shoes?”

Lin Luoluo was embarrassed: “I was afraid of disturbing you.”

Her feet curled up self-consciously, and Zhang Qiu sandwiched them between her own legs.

“So cold,” Zhang Qiu yawned.

Lin Luoluo dared not move.

She clutched one side of the blanket. Next to her was Zhang Qiu’s fragrant scent.

Her face was terribly red, and her heart felt like it was about to pound out of her chest.

Lin Luoluo thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but she fell into a deep sleep the moment she closed her eyes.

She hadn’t slept much the night before, and she had been on her feet all day today. How could she not be tired?

Zhang Qiu waited until she was sound asleep before turning her head and propping herself up to look at her.

The inexplicable anger in her heart subsided a bit.

She looked at Lin Luoluo’s small face and red lips, thinking about how it was these very lips that spoke those foolish words that made her angry. Slowly, she lowered her head and leaned closer.

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