Footsteps sounded outside the ward, and soon the door was pushed open, and a woman carrying a thermos came in.
Qu Jiacheng looked up at the woman who walked into the ward.
He Sitong placed the insulated box on the table and looked at Qu Jiacheng with a somewhat uneasy expression.
"Jiacheng, what's wrong?"
As soon as he entered the ward, Qu Jiacheng had a gloomy face, as if someone owed him seven or eight million yuan.
Qu Jiacheng, holding his phone, asked, "Was it you?"
He Sitong asked with a puzzled look, "What?"
She lowered her eyelashes to hide the guilt in her eyes, and said while opening the insulated box, "Jiacheng, what are you saying? I don't understand!"
After saying that, he poured a bowl of hot soup and handed it over.
"I was a little late today because of something. This soup is freshly made. Would you like to try it and see if it suits your taste?"
Seeing that she was still pretending to be stupid, Qu Jiacheng was furious and smashed the bowl away.
"He Sitong! Don't play dumb with me! Did you give the video to the media?"
That night, he met with Yan Sang. Only three people knew about it, and only He Sitong had the opportunity to record it.
Qu Jiacheng felt extremely ashamed when a video of a man being beaten by a woman was recorded, and He Sitong even posted the video online.
He Sitong is so stupid it's beyond redemption!
He loved He Sitong, who was simple and devoted to him, not a scheming woman who enjoyed causing trouble.
"Yes!" He Sitong readily admitted!
Her eyes were red, and she cried with a heart full of grievances, "Jiacheng! I have no money and no power! I can only gather my fans to seek justice for you! I will never let Yan Sang who hit you get away with it!"
"Why did she hit you!" He Sitong said through gritted teeth, "Just because she's rich, does that mean she can bully people at will!"
Qu Jiacheng's heart softened slightly, but he was enraged by the irreversible situation.
"He Sitong, you're not helping me, you're hurting me!"
Seeing that he was still like this, He Sitong blurted out without thinking, "Do you like Yan Sang?!"
Qu Jiacheng's eyes flickered, but he did not immediately refute her words.
He Sitong felt a surge of intense jealousy and anger. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, causing a slight pain.
"Qu Jiacheng! How could you do this to me?!"
She shouted, "Your career has reached this point in the past six months, all thanks to my dedicated help behind the scenes!"
Qu Jiacheng may have been beaten up, which made him a little more clear-headed.
He always believed that his smooth career path was thanks to He Sitong's efforts in organizing fans to boost his rankings and traffic, and hiring various online trolls to promote him.
But all of this is because Yan Sang paid for it. Even He Sitong was an assistant that Yan Sang hired to chase after celebrities.
"You are Yan Sang's assistant hired to chase after celebrities."
He Sitong was so angry she almost vomited blood; she felt like her own child had been adopted by someone else as its 'mother'.
"Yan Sang only provided the money and didn't care about you at all. She even asked me to deliver your album to her home. She probably hasn't even heard your songs."
Qu Jiacheng felt that He Sitong had problematic values and that it was impossible to communicate with her properly.
Yan Sang didn't do these things herself; wasn't she hired to do them? Isn't this her job?
"You asked the fans to remove those news articles, and I immediately had the official team issue a statement saying it was a misunderstanding."
He Sitong felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and cried out, "No! Jiacheng, I did nothing wrong! I won't stop until she apologizes and compensates me!"
"You—" Qu Jiacheng was so angry he almost flew into a rage.
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