Early the next morning, when Yang Shushu was having breakfast, the door of the ward was suddenly opened from the outside. She was holding a steamed dumpling in her mouth and a bowl of porridge in her hand. When she heard the sound, she instinctively looked up at the door, and met the surprised gaze of the person who came in.
In the past, when Yang Shushu was about to be late for work, she would often eat like this, holding food in her mouth and in her hands. Sometimes she didn’t even have time to comb her hair, but just simply put it in a ponytail and went out.
She is not in a hurry now, but she has not yet changed the habit of eating a combat breakfast. Not to mention that the nurse just reminded her that reporters will be coming soon and asked her to clean up, although she didn't know what to clean up.
Mu Shicang stood at the door, and for a moment he almost thought he had walked into the wrong ward. He glanced at the door number as if unintentionally, and sure enough, even the name on it was correct.
So, he took another step in and closed the door. At this time, Yang Shushu had already eaten the steamed bun in her mouth and put the bowl of porridge back temporarily. She was frantically pulling out a piece of tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth, but after wiping the corner of her mouth clean, he saw that there was still eye boogers in the corner of her eye.
"..." Mu Shicang stared at her for a while, feeling a little surprised, wondering if this was Yang Shushu's true face?
Yang Shushu didn't know what he was thinking. After wiping her mouth, she quickly got herself into shape. She pushed the small dining table on the bed forward, lowered her head, and whispered, "I didn't know you would come so early."
Mu Shicang stared at her in silence for a while, then pushed his glasses and said, "Have you memorized everything I gave you yesterday?"
"Oh, I've memorized it." In fact, she didn't even look at it.
Mu Shicang turned around and sat down beside the bed, a meaningful smile spreading across his lips: "Then let me test you to see if you remember it well."
“…” Go ahead and test yourself. Do you think you are a teacher or a professor?
Before Yang Shushu could speak, Mu Shicang asked, "If a reporter asked you who the man you eloped with was, how would you answer?"
Yang Shushu thought about it and suddenly revealed a small sly smile: "Childhood sweetheart?"
Mu Shicang was stunned for a moment when he saw that smile. Yang Shushu hurried to make amends and accidentally became a sarcastic god.
"Just an ordinary friend we know."
"Yang Shushu, you didn't actually see it, did you?" Mu Shicang flicked his collar lightly, his tone relaxed but very sure, then he slowly raised his head and looked into Yang Shushu's eyes.
Facing those eyes that couldn't tell whether they were happy or angry, Yang Shushu habitually wanted to confront them directly, but halfway through, she quickly lowered her head and said, "I saw it, but I accidentally fell asleep and don't remember much."
She tried her best to look nervous and scared, but the gaze above her head did not move at all because of her show of weakness. After an unknown amount of time, Mu Shicang finally spoke again.
"Let's see now. If you say the wrong thing then... you know the consequences."
"..." You bastard, if you threaten me again, I'll slap you in the face.
After saying that, Mu Shicang stood up and looked at his watch: "Okay, you still have half an hour."
After Mu Shicang left, Yang Shushu picked up the bowl of porridge again and slurped down half of it in one gulp. At the same time, she grabbed the remaining steamed dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth.
Mu Shicang, who was standing at the door and had not left yet, listened to the vague noises in the room and showed a rare look of confusion.
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Half an hour later.
In a VIP ward of the hospital, several guests came, three women and one man. Each of them looked well-dressed, but their eyes were as bright as animals staring at their prey at night. They looked at Yang Shushu as if they wanted to peel off all her skin and then expose her bloody wounds to the sun. The sun should be the warmest place, but because of some secret hobbies of human beings, they always like to spread other people's bloody wounds in the sun for another group of people to watch and comment on, regardless of whether it is true or not, and only care about whether it hurts or not.
Yang Shushu looked at the microphone logos in the hands of the four people and sneered in her heart. They were actually from several large-scale online platforms and even a TV station. Mu Shicang was really influential.
She was wearing a hospital gown, with no makeup on her face. She looked plain and even a little bleak. She sat on the hospital bed with her head slightly lowered. At first glance, she looked very nervous, but in fact, she was disgusted by Mu Shicang, who was sitting next to her, his hand gently on her lower back, and his smile as gentle as water.
Mu Shicang held Yang Shushu's waist with his hand, and his handsome face showed a graceful and polite smile to the reporters: "Shushu is an introvert, you must not scare her. The recent fake news has made her sleepless, you must not make things worse."
The humorous and gentle way he spoke about the mark made several reporters laugh at the same time: "Mr. Mu, don't worry, we are just asking a few simple questions and will not scare Mrs. Mu."
Mu Shicang smiled and nodded: "Of course, if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't let you come. Let's get started."
The seemingly gentle and polite man unconsciously mastered the rhythm and the interview began.
I remember the person at Platform A was a relatively young woman. She started by asking, "Mrs. Mu, there's been a video circulating online lately about you committing suicide in a small park. What are your thoughts on this?"
Yang Shushu slowly raised her head, a blank expression on her face: "Suicide? Why would I commit suicide?"
As she spoke, she smiled at the woman who was clearly unconvinced. This smile brightened her bleak little face. "Look, I have a happy family, parents who love me, and a husband who is so handsome and rich. Why would I commit suicide? I usually wake up laughing in my dreams. It's possible that I laughed myself to death."
This answer was beyond everyone's expectations, even Mu Shicang. The script he gave her was not written like this. It just asked her to simply deny it, and he could handle the rest. But she even said his lines?
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