That means it's still a long way off before Zhou Cheng sends me to a mental hospital.

I wonder when the information for Xiao Ai's novel will be loaded. It would be great if she could see the later plot developments sooner, so that she could avoid stepping on Zhou Cheng and Tang Xuerou's landmines.

Qiao Nansheng felt sad when she thought of her own ending in the novel. She was so beautiful, was Zhou Cheng blind?

If he weren't so handsome, she wouldn't even give him a second glance.

Who would like someone who always has a cold face like that, acting like someone owes them millions? Only Tang Xuerou would.

The reason she flirted with him was simply because... that's what the woman who wrote them, whom Xiao Ai called the author, wrote, and that's why she did it.

They are all fictional characters created by her; the woman, as the creator, can control everything.

…

Qiao Nansheng was heartbroken at the thought of her own fate and kept wiping away tears.

Waaah, how could she be so miserable? Not only does she not exist, but her consciousness is also controlled by the author, who makes her do whatever he tells her to do, without any chance to resist.

There is no female supporting character in the world more miserable than her.

As she was grieving, the ward door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Zhou Cheng entered with a doctor, followed by several young female nurses.

Hearing the commotion, Qiao Nansheng looked up and stared at the group of people who rushed in with her big, red eyes, which were as red as rabbit eyes. Her gaze swept over the doctor and nurses one by one, and finally landed on Zhou Cheng standing next to her.

Thinking of her tragic end, Qiao Nansheng looked at Zhou Cheng with resentment in her eyes. It was this man who had personally sent her to suffer such torment.

He was actually her husband!

Qiao Nansheng felt wronged, angry, and scared. She bit her lip and glared at Zhou Cheng resentfully. When he noticed her, he looked up at her and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked away.

She only glanced at him, did he really have to look at her with that arrogant, smug face? And what was with that look in his eyes?

I'm so angry! I'm so angry!

Qiao Nansheng angrily tugged at the corner of the blanket, her eyes fixed on the ground as if the tiles on the ground were Zhou Cheng's people, wishing she could tear him to pieces.

"Dr. Wang, thank you for your help." Zhou Cheng looked away and said to the man in the white coat in front of him.

Dr. Wang nodded with his back to him, then stepped forward and began to examine Qiao Nansheng.

She was limp and unable to move, lying there as Dr. Wang examined her, answering questions casually.

The nurse next to me is taking notes.

About five minutes later, the examination was over. Dr. Wang took the record written by the nurse, looked at it, and said, "There's nothing seriously wrong. He just hit his head. He'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Zhou Cheng frowned slightly, seemingly disbelieving. He glanced at Qiao Nansheng on the bed, then turned and followed Dr. Wang out, leaving a few nurses inside.

As soon as the person in charge left, they immediately erupted in excitement.

"Actor Zhou is so gentle. He stayed by Mrs. Zhou's side and took care of her while she was unconscious."

"Yes, did you see the way Actor Zhou looked at Mrs. Zhou just now? The tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing."

"Keep your voice down, Mrs. Zhou is still awake, don't let her hear you."

...

Qiao Nansheng looked at the nurses swooning over her boyfriend in front of the bed with a dark expression on her face.

She's not deaf. They were talking so loudly, how could she not hear them?