Chapter 112 Lying in the hospital and being cared for
"is that so."
Xie Jingcheng reached out and held Song Qingxing's hand, but because his arm was anesthetized, Song Qingxing had no feeling and couldn't even open her fingers slightly to hold the other's hand.
"But this is still too dangerous. I'll assign you an assistant from now on, preferably one who knows a bit about martial arts."
Xie Jingcheng looked serious.
"No, I just need to be careful. As long as I don't go out alone, I should be fine."
Song Qingxing shook her head. Such sasaeng fan incidents were still accidental. After all, most sasaeng fans did not have so much time and money.
"Qingxing, I have the final say now."
Xie Jingcheng was serious for once, the air seemed to have turned cold, and there was an unquestionable look in her eyes.
Well, after all, someone is her financial backer. Although the two have officially announced their relationship, they also know that this is a romantic relationship.
But……
Song Qingxing never had the confidence to stand next to Xie Jingcheng, and she felt a little bit like a disadvantaged group in her heart. She understood that this was because she had not yet consolidated her current position and her acting skills were just so-so.
When the day comes when I am truly free from the current influence, even if I leave Xie Jingcheng, I can live on the mountains and overlook the small peaks.
Maybe I have the confidence to be on equal footing with the other two.
"Whatever you want, how can I say no?"
Song Qingxing smiled helplessly, but then the hair on her forehead was peeled away, and Xie Jingcheng gave her a kiss. His soft lips touched her skin, making her heart stop for a moment.
This guy really is good at using the strategy of giving a slap in the face and then giving a sweet date!
Song Qingxing couldn't help but sigh in her heart, but the resentment that had just arisen was indeed mostly dissipated in an instant.
To be honest, she actually bought into this because she really liked Xie Jingcheng and knew that he loved her sincerely.
"I know you'll think I'm a bit overbearing."
But let him be domineering if it can better protect Song Qingxing. To be honest, this time it was just because the man was not cruel enough.
If the other party really stabbed Song Qingxing's artery with a knife, even if an ambulance flew over, it would probably be too late to save her.
"But there are some things I can't compromise on no matter what."
Xie Jingcheng said in a serious tone.
Song Qingxing blinked and nodded obediently. Before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door. It must be the person who delivered the meal.
When Xie Jingcheng stood up, he saw the dusty driver standing outside the door.
"People who have just had surgery can't eat anything too spicy. I only bought some porridge and boiled vegetables."
The driver couldn't quite guess what Xie Jingcheng was thinking, but he still told the truth and handed over the thermal box.
"That's very thoughtful. Thank you for your help."
Unexpectedly, Xie Jingcheng actually thanked him this time. After the driver closed the door, Xie Jingcheng slowly walked back to the bed and unpacked the things.
The food box is divided into two layers, and its light green color makes it look fresh. As soon as Xie Jingcheng opened the food box, the hot steam swept over her eyebrows.
There was only a little oil in the white porridge, some minced meat, cabbage leaves and corn. Although it looked very light, Song Qingxing had a small stomach and probably couldn't eat much.
"Let me feed you. One of your hands is not convenient to move."
If one hand is inconvenient, it means that you cannot hold the lunch box while eating, and there is a possibility that rice grains will fall, which is very untidy.
"No, I'm not a child anymore."
Song Qingxing remembered that there were still things to do on the crew and was about to speak up, asking Xie Jingcheng to go back to film first, and she would come over after resting for a few days.
Anyway, her wound was not deep. Although she wanted to improve her acting skills now, it seemed that when she encountered dangerous actions, she could only let her stunt double take over.
If Xie Jingcheng knew what Song Qingxing was thinking, he would definitely slap her head for still thinking about acting at this time.
Career is important, but how can it be as important as health?
However, Xie Jingcheng's idea is that of a superior young lady. Many people are selling their physical strength and health in exchange for a meager salary.
Xie Jingcheng was just about to offer some advice.
The cell phone that Song Qingxing placed on the bedside table began to ring. The sound was not loud, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet ward.
Because of the special nature of Song Qingxing's job, the blacklist on her cell phone is basically a long list, just like the names of dishes in a crosstalk.
There aren't many people who can get through to her on the phone.
Xie Jingcheng reached out and picked up the phone, and found that the person calling was Song Qingxing's mother.
"Your mother."
Xie Jingcheng handed the phone over. Song Qingxing's left hand was injured, so she was able to hold the phone smoothly with her right hand.
She answered the phone.
"Hello, Mom..."
Xie Jingcheng could vaguely hear crying on the other end of the phone, and Song Qingxing's tone became flustered.
"I'm fine. Don't trust those entertainment reporters. They're not official news authorities. Okay, don't believe anything they say about me online."
Song Qingxing explained patiently, and only after she finally hung up the phone did she breathe a sigh of relief.
But she still felt a little uneasy when she thought of what her mother said on the phone, so she clicked on Weibo and decisively checked the hot searches in the entertainment section.
As I expected, there were posters everywhere saying I was in the hospital.
Click on any of the videos and you will see a bloody scene next to the toilet, and these damn reporters even gave it a big headline with black text on a white background.
Shocking! An A-list actress was stabbed dozens of times after being rejected by a fan who retaliated with a furious display of affection. She is now on the brink of death.
But fortunately, the audience below still has some brains.
[You're crazy! You're saying these things when Song Qingxing's life or death is uncertain. I think you're sincerely cursing her.]
[It is unscrupulous media like you, who only care about attracting attention, that are making the atmosphere worse and worse.]
[Ah, is Song Qingxing going to die? I actually like her. I've watched several of her TV series.]
Song Qingxing: ...
Well, this is not the first day I have known the Internet, and the online world is always so outrageous.
Just as he was thinking about whether to switch to his alt-account and pick a few people to vent his anger, Xie Jingcheng had already scooped up a mouthful of porridge with an iron spoon.
"Eat something."
Song Qingxing opened her mouth and took it in, but in the end she couldn't withstand the service of the rich man.
Never mind, let's just rely on it for a little while, maybe it's not bad?
After all, I am an injured person now. Shouldn't it be reasonable for me to lie on the hospital bed and be taken care of?
Song Qingxing drank the porridge slowly until she had finished half a bowl and couldn't drink any more, so she shook her head.
Because she was injured today, her clothes were changed into hospital gowns and there were so many bandages on her body, so she definitely couldn't touch water.
I can only ask Xie Jingcheng to wipe it.
"Xie Jingcheng..."
Song Qingxing found it difficult to speak, but she didn't want to fall asleep with the smell of blood on her body.
"Um?"
"Can you help me wipe myself? I'm a little dirty."
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