Why is Yang Huanyi here?
Yang Huanyi was dozing off, leaning on the bedside table, when Shang Yechu called her. She opened her eyes and quickly reached out to touch Shang Yechu's forehead: "Are you feeling better?"
Shang Yechu felt like her bones were falling apart from all the pain in her body, but she forced herself to sit up and asked, "Sister Yi, what brings you here?"
"Luo Yao has been waiting for you for ages and you haven't come back yet, he's about to explode," Yang Huanyi said with a wry smile. "He called me here to 'see what you've been up to.'"
I had originally planned to take a week off, but it ended up dragging on for half a month. I really feel bad for Luo Yao. Shang Yechu hurriedly said, "Sorry... Oops, where's my phone?"
Yang Huanyi stopped Shang Yechu's wandering hands: "It's alright. President Ji told me about your family's situation, and I relayed it to Luo Yao. She's not blaming you anymore. She told you to rest and recover in Hengshi before going back."
"Is Luo Yao really that easy to talk to?" Shang Yechu was filled with suspicion. Don't let Luo Yao's sweet, melon-like tone fool you; he's incredibly serious about acting. While he doesn't often use profanity, he frequently employs subtle metaphors to make Shang Yechu and Yang Huanyi feel utterly humiliated. Shang Yechu's half-month absence from work has just been so easily overlooked?
As expected, Yang Huanyi added, "But Luo Yao told me to stay in Hengshi and be with you—" He didn't finish the sentence.
Shang Yechu, feeling puzzled, sat up straight and looked at Yang Huanyi: "Sister Yi, can you tell me what's going on? I'm still completely confused."
Shang Yechu only remembers falling to the ground and waking up in a hospital bed. What happened after that is completely unknown to her.
Yang Huanyi pulled a damp towel from the temperature-controlled towel dispenser next to her, tested the temperature, rolled it up in her hand, and used it to wipe the sweat from Shang Yechu's forehead.
The towel was damp and warm, and a faint aroma of white tea wafted into her nostrils. Shang Yechu was enveloped in comfort and didn't feel uncomfortable with Yang Huanyi's action for a moment.
After carefully wiping Shang Yechu's face for a long time, Yang Huanyi said, "I had just flown over from Xiatan and couldn't find you, so I had to go to President Ji. President Ji took me to see you. When I opened the door, there was a bloody mess. You were lying on the sofa with your arm wrapped in gauze, and your mother was lying in a pool of blood. President Ji was really scary at the time! I would believe her if she said she wanted to eat several people."
"I'm lying on the sofa?" Shang Yechu murmured.
Could it be that Ji Ya helped her up and bandaged Shang Yechu up at the same time?
"Yes. President Ji checked your injury. Fortunately, it was only your arm; the rest is fine. However, you seem to have a fever, perhaps the wound is infected." Yang Huanyi wiped Shang Yechu's face clean and casually tossed the towel aside. "Your mother—"
Shang Yechu twitched the corner of her mouth: "That's not my mother. She's just a distant relative of mine."
Yang Huanyi was taken aback, something flashed in her eyes, and she smoothly changed her words, saying, "Your relative is fine, there's not a single cut on his body. President Ji was afraid that calling an ambulance would cause a public outcry, so she had Assistant Wang cover your head and face, carry you away, and quietly bring you to the hospital. She's over there dealing with your relative's matter."
Rather than how the merchant was, Shang Yechu was more concerned about another question: "How long have I been asleep?"
Yang Huanyi held up two fingers and shook them: "It lasted for two days and two nights! It scared me to death."
Shang Yechu nodded and remained silent. Her entire body ached, and she had no desire to talk to Yang Huanyi.
Yang Huanyi looked down at Shang Yechu for a long while, then said, "Speaking of which, there is another matter..."
"Is there anything else?"
Shang Yechu felt that even if the sky were to fall, it wouldn't pique her interest in the slightest.
Yang Huanyi said in a low voice, "When I went to Qingping Entertainment to find you, I met... Director Shao Guangji."
Shang Yechu was taken aback, only to hear Yang Huanyi continue, "He stopped me and asked me for a long time, even asking if I had ever acted in a mythological drama. Although I've been suspended by wires for over ten years, I've never acted in a mythological drama before. It was all so strange. Plus, I was in a hurry at the time, so I just gave him a few perfunctory answers and left. Now that I think about it, I wasn't very polite to him back then. He's going to Qingping Entertainment for a collaboration, right? I hope I didn't offend him."
Alarm bells immediately went off in Shang Yechu's mind!
That old bastard Shao Guangji, could he have taken a liking to Yang Huanyi?
Shang Yechu's half-open eyes rolled wide as she scanned Yang Huanyi from head to toe. Looking at him, she noticed the signs of aging in Yang Huanyi, befitting the dying days of civilization; looking at his face, she saw that after two years of reflection, he had a more gentle and kind expression, no longer as dashing as before, but instead possessing a more maternal tenderness.
Perhaps it was a preconceived notion, but the more Shang Yechu looked at Yang Huanyi, the more she felt Yang Huanyi resembled a mother goddess. If she were made up and dressed, she'd even have a dignified air. Yang Huanyi was handsome, with a somewhat androgynous appearance; if she shaved her head and had some special effects applied, she could easily cross-dress—a twin body that could be both male and female! Even more like a goddess.
Shang Yechu's mind raced. She was currently working with Yang Huanyi on "Anna Doraemon," and they needed time to build a relationship. If Shao Guangji really chose Yang Huanyi, Shang Yechu only had two options:
First, he threatened Shao Guangji to sabotage the collaboration between "Tianjun" and Yang Huanyi.
And so, "Anna Doraemon" was over. Even if Yang Huanyi were the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha, he would never forgive a competitor who had stolen his role a second time. The already difficult path of collaboration between the two was completely ruined.
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