Qu Leqi awkwardly smiled and said, "Actually, itâs because I know a doctor here, so I asked him to prescribe me some medication directly."
"But you stayed at the hospital for more than an hour before leaving. How do you explain that?"
"Well..." Qu Leqi shifted her tone and said, "Actually, Mr. Nian is the investor in our drama series. He was injured and hospitalized, so itâs perfectly normal for me to visit him on behalf of our production team. I hope all of you media friends will refrain from over-speculating, alright? We are just an investor and an actor, with an ordinary professional relationshipâitâs not what youâre imagining."
This kind of explanation had long grown tiresome in the entertainment industry.
Typically, itâs not long before a romance surfaces after such statements.
"Then, may I askâ"
"My apologies, if you wish to interview Miss Qu, please relocate your inquiry, alright?" Heather couldnât stand it anymore and stepped in to stop them. "This is a hospital; Mr. Nian is resting right now, and you cannot disturb him here."
"This is freedom of the pressâ"
"This is personal freedom!" Heather said assertively. "On behalf of Mr. Nian, I solemnly warn you: if you continue to disrupt his rest here, Iâll have to call the police."
"Hey!" A reporter hastily signaled the cameraman to record, shouting, "Is Mr. Nianâs bodyguard going to hit people now? In plain view of everyone?"
Heather sneered and pointed at the surveillance camera on the wall behind them, saying, "Rest assured, if I really wanted to hit you, Iâd certainly choose a place without cameras."
The reporter quickly took a step back, feeling an undeniable intimidation from the formidable aura of the female bodyguard.
"Hey..." Suddenly, someone stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Nianâs bodyguard?"
"I am."
"Why do I feel... you look a lot like Xiao Man..."
With that remark, chaos erupted.
Xiao Man had always been a volatile topic; wherever her name appeared, peace was never an option.
As soon as the comment was made, everyone began scrutinizing Heather closely and unanimously agreed, "She really... does look alike!"
"Look, if you cover up half of her face, isnât it basically Xiao Man?"
Heather hadnât anticipated the focus shifting so abruptly. The reporters stopped caring about the person they originally intended to interrogate, Qu Leqi, and instead swarmed around Heather, who never wanted the spotlight.
"Excuse me, did you undergo surgery to look like Xiao Man?"
"It canât be, right? If someone were to alter their appearance to look like Xiao Man, why keep these two scars? Itâd be easy to get scar removal surgery! Is this just how you were naturally born?"
"Whatâs your name? Are you related to Xiao Man by blood?"
A torrent of questions bombarded her.
Xiao Man had departed too abruptly, leaving people with endless curiosity about her. Now, with someone who bore an uncanny resemblance suddenly appearing, it naturally caused an uproar.
Heather was pushed back into the doorway. Suddenly, the door behind her opened.
The door had opened so abruptlyâand since Heatherâs body was leaning on itâthe instant the force against her disappeared, she toppled backward.
With reporters crowding the space in front of her, there wasnât even room for her to attempt a hand-flip. She could only fall backward.
At that moment, a hand reached around her waist and caught her, holding her steady.
Heather looked up, meeting Nian Shenâs gaze. In that instant, she was captivated.
As soon as Nian Shen appeared, the focus shifted once again. Before the reporters could begin their barrage of questions, the door had already been decisively closed.
Click! The sound of the lock sliding into place echoed softly.