Surrounded By My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend On The Romance Reality Show

The Misstep of a Female Star (1 / 2)

The sudden arrival of these two caught Qiao Sisi and Fang Zhou off guard.

Qiao Sisi looked at the two people at the door in a panic, unsure of how to react.

Did they see it?

Han Xi, with a cold face, pushed the door open and stepped inside. Her gaze locked onto Fang Zhou’s bleeding arm, her eyes turning icy in an instant.

“What’s going on?”

How did he hurt his arm just staying in the room?

Chu Xinran followed behind her, gasping at the sight of the injured Fang Zhou, and hurried over.

“Fang Zhou, brother, you’re hurt!”

Her eyes misted over instantly, like gems veiled in a layer of transparent white gauze, full of worry and heartache as she approached Fang Zhou.

“What happened? We only left for a moment, how did you get such a serious injury!”

The girl’s voice was both loud and clear, and to Qiao Sisi, it felt like a slap to her own face, her cheeks burning with the sting.

Qiao Sisi lowered her eyelids, bending over as if crushed by the weight, the once radiant star seemed to have vanished.

Guilt and self-reproach surged like a tide, and her tears couldn’t be held back any longer, starting to flow freely.

“It was…”

She was about to confess, to say it was her doing, but Fang Zhou spoke first.

“I was trying to peel an apple, but I slipped, and the knife stabbed my hand.”

The young man’s voice was as pleasant as ever, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, betraying no hint of the recent threat with a knife.

Qiao Sisi’s words got stuck in her throat as she looked back at him, shocked and saddened.

Why cover for her?

She had almost killed him just moments ago.

Although Fang Zhou was annoyed by Qiao Sisi’s madness, his intuition told him it was best not to reveal anything in front of Chu Xinran and Han Xi.

Otherwise, there would be an endless stream of questions like ‘Why did she hurt you?’, ‘What is your relationship with her?’, and ‘What problem requires a knife to solve?’

This went against Fang Zhou’s intention to keep a low profile, so he’d rather take the blame himself than let Han Xi and Chu Xinran suspect anything.

“Such a grown man, and you can fall flat on your face?”

Han Xi obviously didn’t buy this explanation and wanted to probe further.

Fang Zhou’s brow twitched, and he cried out, “Ouch, it hurts so much, can someone please get the doctor?”

He gave Qiao Sisi a look, signaling her to hurry and find the doctor.

Chu Xinran suddenly looked up, volunteering to go fetch the doctor.

“I’ll go, I’ll go, you sit for a while, press a tissue against the wound!”

She ran out, swift as the wind.

Qiao Sisi’s legs, just about to step forward, were rooted to the spot.

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She thought somewhat dejectedly: Even Chu Xinran, a woman she had just met, was so kind to him. Fang Zhou must have thought very poorly of her just now.

Han Xi’s gaze lingered between Fang Zhou and Qiao Sisi, planting seeds of doubt.

Her eyes were still cold, but her actions were incredibly gentle.

“Let me help you sit.”

Saying so, she reached out her hand to support Fang Zhou’s uninjured arm, intending to escort him back to the hospital bed.

Fang Zhou wanted to say: Actually, my leg is fine, but the aura of Han Xi next to him was too cold, preventing him from voicing any refusal.

Meanwhile, Qiao Sisi had already turned back, looking at them.

Chapter 69: The Misstep of a Female Star (2/2)

Her tears had stopped, but her eyes were still watery, her lips tightly pressed, her expression slightly cold.

Feeling the pressure from both sides, Fang Zhou braced himself and returned to the hospital bed.

Those few steps felt like traversing all the hardships of life.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Chu Xinran arrived with the doctor.

The doctor carefully rolled up Fang Zhou’s clothes, trying not to touch the wound, and then took out an alcohol swab to disinfect it.

Fortunately, the cut from the knife wasn’t deep, merely bleeding in a frightful manner, but the doctor quickly treated and medicated it.

The bandage wound round and round, which made Fang Zhou involuntarily think of Chu Xinran’s wound.

He looked up to find Chu Xinran, intending to have the doctor treat her as well, but saw the usually vivacious girl biting her lip, lost in a daze.

“Um, Xinran, do you need to change your dressing?”

Fang Zhou still spoke up to remind her.

This sudden concern drew the gazes of three women in the ward, converging on them in an instant.

Seeing the bandage on Chu Xinran’s hand, Qiao Sisi’s eyes dimmed a bit.

How did he know Chu Xinran was injured?

Why did he care so much about her?

Han Xi had heard Chu Xinran explain it was just a scrape, but still felt annoyed.

Fang Zhou was in such a state himself, yet he still had the mind to care for others—his kindness was excessive to a fault.

“I’m… fine, I’ve already changed it today.”

Chu Xinran didn’t want the island’s doctor to see her wound and shook her head in refusal.

“Alright, be careful not to get the wound wet, and try not to touch water when showering.”

“Mm, okay, thank you, doctor.”

In the afternoon, Fang Zhou was on an IV drip, drowsy from the medication, and eventually fell into a deep sleep.

Han Xi and Chu Xinran helped watch over the IV, never leaving his side.

Qiao Sisi stayed until dinner time, when the director’s team called her to record a commercial insert.

“I’ll go get the food.”

Chu Xinran was eager, hoping to seize the chance to feed Fang Zhou.

Han Xi nodded in agreement, watching her leave the ward before standing up and walking to Fang Zhou’s bedside.

Looking at the man still asleep, her eyes flickered with light.

She traced the contours of the man’s face in the air, from his eyes to his nose, then to his mouth—all perfectly shaped.

Han Xi slowly leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on Fang Zhou’s face, then quickly left, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

It was just like that time during the game of Truth or Dare.

Except back then, she had alcohol to embolden her, and now she took advantage of his slumber.

The female CEO’s usually stern face softened for once, but upon glancing at Fang Zhou’s bandaged wound, it hardened once again.

“Did you really hurt yourself?”

Her voice was soft, as if asking the sleeping man, or perhaps questioning herself.

Why did Qiao Sisi cry so much over your injury?

She would rather cry her eyes out, looking a mess, than not go find a doctor for you. Is she really just an ordinary person you’ve just met?

Fang Zhou, how many secrets do you have that I don’t know about?

(ps: Which other new author is as diligent as me, writing six thousand words every day? Wuu wuu wuu, not even willing to generate power for love a few times, I’m going to make a fuss, and once I do, I’ll return to two updates a day!)

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