After escorting Wang Xiyou back to his room, Qian Kong took his leave.
Would you say she's gracefully retiring after achieving her goals?
She didn't want to think about anything else. All she wanted to do was go home and take a hot bath. The smell of disinfectant on her body was unbearable, and her nose was also suffering. She wanted to find a nice-smelling shower gel to wash off the smell when she got home.
Watching her retreating figure, Wang Xiyou remembered that during the earthquake, Qian Kongke was the first to flee downhill and never considered going with her.
Even married couples will abandon each other when disaster strikes, let alone her relationship with Qian Kong, which was merely that of employer and employee.
She still needs Qian Kong's help now, so there's no rush. But if something goes wrong later, she can't be blamed for being ruthless. When trouble comes, someone has to step in and take the fall. Qian Kong knows too much about her, so he would be the best candidate.
The night was quiet, and Kyoto remained dry and hot. Countless cars came and went on the road, many of them people who were working late and were in a hurry to get home.
After Zhao Ping helped Wang's father back to his room, there was no other sound except for the servants moving around and cleaning.
Wang Xiyou lay in bed, thinking that he should take a good rest during this period and put work aside for the time being.
The next morning, she was woken up from her sleep by a melodious cell phone ringtone.
Frustrated, she suddenly felt the wound on the back of her head throbbing again.
It seems the painkillers I took before bed last night have worn off.
She clicked her tongue inwardly: Who would call her so early in the morning? Don't they know that beautiful women need to get their beauty sleep in the morning? Especially an injured beautiful woman like her.
Wang Xiyou fumbled for her phone on the bedside table.
The phone display kept flashing.
After opening her eyes and seeing the incoming call, Wang Xiyou sat up abruptly. "Ouch~" The movement was so intense that the wound on the back of her head hurt terribly, bringing tears to her eyes. "Brother Xiao." Her voice was trembling with pain.
Yan Qianxiao immediately recognized the injury. "Baby, I heard you're injured. Does it hurt?"
He saw the news this morning that someone had photographed Wang Xiyou with her head wrapped in bandages at a Kyoto hospital last night, and it was causing quite a stir online. As her fiancé, he should step forward to show his concern for her.
Wang Xiyou sobbed, "Brother Xiao~ My head hurts so much, can you come and keep me company?"
"Okay, I won't go to the company today. I'll spend the whole day with you. You stay home and wait for me." After hanging up the phone, Yan Qianxiao tidied up the documents on the table, went into the bathroom, combed his hair into a slicked-back style, sprayed on hairspray, and went out looking presentable.
Wang Xiyou hung up the phone and, upon hearing that Yan Qianxiao was coming, was instantly wide awake. She got up and went into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a pale, gaunt face that made her look like a female ghost.
When she saw herself in the mirror, she was startled and could hardly believe what she was seeing.
She quickly washed up, applied some concealer, and did a little makeup. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she had put on some blush to make herself look healthier, but her pale lips added a touch of heartache.
She lay back on the bed, picked up her phone, and took a selfie.
I can't let this injury go to waste; I have to use it to generate some buzz for myself.
She just didn't expect that after opening Weibo, there would be a lot of messages.
Could someone be trying to smear her?
If that's the case, why didn't her agent notify her?
She hurriedly opened her private messages to see what had happened.
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