Chapter 37
"Where's Teacher Qiu?"
"I just jumped in to save someone!"
The crew was in an uproar, all the staff members ran to the shore, and the shooting scene was in chaos.
The accident happened so suddenly that the people who were arguing and pushing each other a moment ago were frightened by the sudden change and froze in place, their faces looking miserable.
Wen Zhenni's swimming ability was really poor. After falling into the water, the cold and suffocating feeling instantly gripped her throat, and the turbid water kept pouring into her mouth, nose and ears.
The noise from the shore was getting farther and farther away. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, a figure broke through the waves and approached her.
Qiu Sicheng swam out of the water with the person in his arms, successfully bringing her to shore. "Quickly check on her. Is she alright?"
Chengzi immediately unfolded the towel and wrapped Wen Zhenni's wet body tightly, then helped her pick out the mud and sand from her mouth and patted her back hard.
"Cough, cough." Wen Zhenni twitched twice, coughed with great effort, and finally vomited several large mouthfuls of water.
Although her lips looked frighteningly pale, she was still conscious and the situation looked relatively optimistic. However, the other actress who fell into the water had her eyes closed and had already fainted.
"Send him to the hospital! What are you standing there for? Send him to the hospital immediately!"
Because of this incident, the director's voice was broken as he yelled and directed the staff to carry the person to the car.
Qiu Sicheng stood by, wrapped in a towel, dripping wet. Water was still dripping from the ends of his hair. He wiped his face and sighed heavily: "Well, this time I've stabbed the sky."
The assistant wiped the water off his face and said, "Brother Cheng, before the sky falls, you should change your clothes first."
Qiu Sicheng wiped his hair and unbuttoned his soaked clothes. He was right. He had to avoid looking too embarrassed when he met that person later.
Fortunately, there is a private hospital not far from here, which is under the Qiu family and can be reached in ten minutes by car.
Wen Zhenni was arranged to undergo a series of examinations. Even after it was confirmed that there was nothing serious, she was still forced into the VIP ward to receive intravenous fluids.
Their arrival was impressive, attracting the attention of major media outlets. An hour later, as more luxury cars arrived, the hospital entrance was completely blocked by reporters and telephoto cameras.
In the ward, Wen Zhenni sat on the bed helplessly, looking at the people in the room, her scalp tightening.
It's so quiet, so quiet that it's scary.
Everyone present looked at each other, not daring to breathe.
I don't know whether I should be surprised by Wen Zhenni's hidden identity, or shocked that the tycoon who was rumored to be in charge of a business empire at a young age now appeared in the actress's ward.
The director was stunned. One moment he was fretting over how to properly resolve this matter before it became a hot topic and minimize its negative impact. Now, his brain felt like it had been struck hard, leaving only a buzzing sound.
The air conditioning in the room was quite strong, but he felt sweat all over his chest and back.
The director wiped the sweat from his forehead and exchanged a quick, panicked glance with the assistant director. His gaze first shifted to Qiu Sicheng, who had remained gentle and calm throughout, and then glanced at the man who had been wearing a tense expression since entering the room.
He had only heard of his ruthless business acumen and decisive actions. But now, facing him in person, the invisible sense of oppression shocked even this experienced-everyone deeply.
This aura is really scary! And yet, no one in the room is talking.
But someone still has to say what needs to be said...
The director cleared his throat and forced himself to break the silence, "Boss Ci, what happened today... is entirely our crew's fault for not ensuring proper safety. I'm truly sorry for scaring Teacher Wen."
His weak apology echoed in the ward.
The man on the chair seemed to be frozen in place, not even raising his eyelids: "It was indeed your negligence."
As the words fell, the air sank again, becoming even more dead silent than before.
It's like cutting meat with a blunt knife, that's all.
The veins on the director's forehead were throbbing. Just as he was racking his brains, considering how to respond so as not to offend this important person, the door was silently pushed open and a tall and burly man walked in.
Lin Nuo glanced at everyone gently, nodded in greeting, and said in a penetrating voice, "Thank you all for your hard work. Our wife needs to rest, please go back."
The director was worried sick, and Lin Nuo's words were like a rain from heaven, pulling him back from the desert of death to the oasis of life.
"Yes, yes! We won't disturb Teacher Wen's rest. Teacher Wen, take good care of yourself and don't rush to work. Your health is more important."
He said a few polite words of concern and quickly dragged the assistant director's arm out.
Since they had already ordered him to leave, Qiu Sicheng also stood up and stretched himself, "Alas, it's time for me to leave too."
He rubbed Wen Zhenni's head like an older brother and said, "Ni'er, take a rest. Brother Cheng will come to see you again in the evening and bring you something delicious."
Under someone's cold gaze, Qiu Sicheng tactfully said no more, called his assistant and quickly slipped away.
Lin Nuo made sure the last visitor left before closing the door and leaving the space to the couple.
Wen Zhenni was as quiet as a quail the whole time. After everyone left, she and Ciheng were left staring at each other.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Ciheng leaned back in his chair, crossed his long left leg over the other, and folded his arms. He looked at everyone with his beautiful yet aggressive lower eyes, "You have endless things to say to others, but you have nothing to say to your dear husband?"
What dear husband? He is quite good at applying what he has learned.
"No way..." Wen Zhenni grabbed the quilt and met his gaze behind the glasses, her voice becoming softer. "I'm not afraid you'll scold me."
He said he was afraid, but there was no fear in his eyes.
Ciheng knew her character too well. After getting into trouble, she was best at using an innocent look to gain sympathy, or taking the initiative to admit her mistakes.
He loosened his grip, and his bony hands fell to his knees. "You didn't do anything wrong, why would I scold you?"
He didn't say anything reproachful, but his attitude was scary.
Wen Zhenni complained inwardly, her fingers nearly digging a hole in the quilt. "It happened so suddenly. I didn't have time to think. I instinctively pulled her up, but I didn't expect to be dragged into the water."
"Oh!" He raised his voice at the end, with an expression of sudden realization, "So you knew it yourself."
Wen Zhenni grabbed his wrist and shook it carefully, "Husband..."
Ci Heng said coldly: "It's useless to act like a spoiled child."
Wen Zhenni didn't believe it. She took one of his hands and rubbed it against her cheek. "Hubby, I know you care about me. You don't have to deny it."
Ci Heng snorted, still with that stubborn look, "I was afraid my family would worry, so I came to see how big a mess you've made. If necessary, I'll help you clean up the mess."
"You make it sound like I only know how to get into trouble." Wen Zhenni muttered, suddenly unhappy.
She was helping others out of kindness. Even though she didn't help, it was still a good intention.
Even a clay figure has its own earthy nature. Even if it was an unintentional joke, she would not be happy.
Wen Zhenni pushed his hand away, pulled back the quilt and buried herself in it.
Seeing her wrap herself up like a silkworm chrysalis, with only a few strands of hair sticking out, Ci Heng frowned and said, "Be careful about your blood flow."
He tried to pull the quilt down a little, but Wen Zhenni held on to the edge of the quilt tightly and refused to let go.
Ci Heng had no choice but to hold the back of her hand to press on the needle to prevent blood from flowing back. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Sleep, can't you see? Wen Zhenni was feeling annoyed.
"Angry?"
You denied me, it's strange that I can be happy. Wen Zhenni didn't want to talk.
After two seconds of silence, Ciheng finally confirmed that she was angry.
But he didn't understand why she was angry, "Because I said you were in trouble?"
Across the quilt, Wen Zhenni's voice was muffled: "When did I ever get into trouble and ask you to cover it?"
Jin Xiao doted on her daughter, but she also raised her well. She was always well-behaved and lively, likable, and even a little naughty, which was just cute. How could such a cute and smart girl get into trouble?
Ciheng seemed to finally realize that he shouldn't joke about such things: "I was wrong just now. I apologize."
Huh? So... you're apologizing already?
Wen Zhenni suspected that she had heard it wrong, so she pulled the quilt down a little, her eyes full of disbelief.
It is harder than climbing a mountain to ask a man who has never been wronged by anyone since he was a child to bow his head and submit. Is the sun rising from the west today?
But he has already apologized, so I can't be too picky about it.
If you get rid of your anger today, don’t let it sit overnight.
"Okay, I forgive you reluctantly."
Wen Zhenni bit the edge of the quilt and said, "It was just an accident today. Don't tell grandma, mom and dad."
Ci Heng reached out and took the quilt out of her mouth, raised an eyebrow and said, "Except for grandma who is old and doesn't watch the news, who do you think you can hide this from?"
He leaned over, grabbed the phone from the coffee table, and handed it to her, "Turn it on and see for yourself."
The phone was turned off, so Wen Zhenni pressed the power button.
When the screen lights up, in addition to missed calls, there is also a glaring red 99+ on the WeChat icon.
She took a breath and opened Weibo again. The trending searches with her name were climbing rapidly.
Ci Heng explained: "On the way here, Lin Nuo contacted your agent. She knows how to handle it best."
Wen Zhenni swiped up and saw a high-ranking trending search, and at the top was a joint statement released by the crew and the studio.
A quick glance at the statement revealed a precise wording and a positive response. Compared to the team's previous slowness and perfunctory response to emergencies, this one was incredibly swift.
The studio also posted a separate Weibo post to report safety and comfort the emotional fans.
While Wen Zhenni was looking at the trending searches, the message alerts kept ringing, and the calls were even more persistent, making her head buzz.
Seeing this, Ciheng reached out and pulled the phone from her fingers, then hung up Xi Miao's call.
As for the crazy popping up of calls, he ignored them, turned the phone to silent mode, and put it upside down on the bedside table.
Without the interference of mobile phones, the ward was much quieter, but still boring enough.
Wen Zhenni couldn't lie down or sit, and she couldn't help feeling anxious.
"I want to go back. I don't want to stay here," she said.
"Stay one night, we'll talk tomorrow if you have anything to say." The man sitting on the bed didn't even raise his head, his fingers still tapping on his mobile phone.
The tone was overbearing and left no room for discussion.
Finally, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked up and asked her, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
When he asked this, Wen Zhenni realized that she was a little hungry.
Ci Heng didn't wait for her to answer, and directly called out to the door: "Lin Nuo."
The door opened, and a tall, burly figure walked in and stopped a few steps away from the bed. "Boss Ci."
"Go home and bring dinner over." After Ci Heng finished giving the order, he turned to Wen Zhenni and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Wen Zhenni thought about it. She'd been eating too bland recently, and her mouth had been craving something for a long time. "I want tender hand-made shrimp balls, and crispy sweet and sour spareribs... If possible, I also want soft and delicious soybean stewed pig's trotters, in a milky, thick soup."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Lin Nuo a little embarrassedly, "Is it okay, Secretary Lin?"
"Of course, ma'am." Lin Nuo didn't feel embarrassed and kept a gentle smile on her face. "I'll prepare it right away."
Wen Zhenni followed Lin Nuo's back with her eyes until the door closed, then she looked away and sighed softly, "Secretary Lin knows everything, he's an all-rounder. Does he have a girlfriend?"
Ci Heng paused as she was about to reply to the message, squinting at her: "He doesn't have a girlfriend, but you have a husband."
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The author has something to say: Mr. Ci: Eat from the bowl and look at the pot.
My beloved daughter, E Zhenni: I just say whatever comes to my mind in my dream. [Lop-eared rabbit head]
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