The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 223 - Spinning Love at the Textile Hospital Bao Yi

Chapter 223: 223: Spinning Love at the Textile Hospital, Bao Yi and Lixiang Make Progress (First Update

Chapter 223: 223: Spinning Love at the Textile Hospital, Bao Yi and Lixiang Make Progress (First Update

The comments below were even more vicious.

“No wonder she climbed up so fast, turns out she has a sugar daddy.”

“Damn, it’s just like a maternity ward!”

“Isn’t this a bit far-fetched? Can’t someone just pass by the maternity ward?”

“In less than three months, from an extra to the Weaver, both the main character in a movie and a big celebrity endorser, plus a variety show, all such top resources, who would believe she didn’t have a backer?”

“The person above must be a shill hired by her rival’s camp, our Miss Lixiang is a great actress; someone must be jealous of her.”

“I can’t speak for other directors, but Director Jiang always only looks at acting skills.”

“That hand in the shot couldn’t be Director Jiang’s, could it?!”

“Director Jiang has a black-clothed girlfriend, and also Young Master; he refuses bundling, carry off without dating.”

“Going to the hospital is for abortion, eating together means being a couple, one meter apart when walking means breaking up, not wearing high heels means pregnant, not having kids after two years means infertile… The entertainment industry really is a magical place.”

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“From an extra to the Weaver, didn’t even act in TV dramas but directly became a movie star, the jump is too great, there must be something fishy.”

“…”

A total of three photos, one showed her passing by the maternity ward, and the remaining two were of her and Xue Baoyi; probably the jerk starting the rumors didn’t dare to mess with Xue Baoyi, so only let her hand get caught in the frame.

With just this bit of stuff, rumors of an abortion went out of control, it was obvious that someone was deliberately leading the narrative and slinging mud. Well, it made sense since her resources were too good lately, blocking too many people’s path.

Fang Lixiang grabbed her bag and stood up: “Xu Fang, I’ll head back to the company first, and come see you again tomorrow.”

“What’s the rush?” Xue Baoyi stopped her, “Sit down, it’s just a minor thing.”

After all, she was the head of an entertainment company, remarkably calm at this time.

She directly called Fang Lixiang’s agent.

“Boss.”

He started by scolding, “How do you manage your talent? Not a peep until now, where is the PR?”

The company had nearly a hundred artists if not dozens, this kind of rumor was common, the big boss had a lot on his plate, he couldn’t personally deal with every little thing, why did he get involved this time?

Lin Shang responded with a quivering voice: “I’ll take it off the trending search right now.”

“Don’t bother, send a lawyer’s letter directly.” A warning to others, see who else dares to spread rumors, and, “Find out who’s been throwing the mud behind the scenes.”

“Yes, boss.”

After Xue Baoyi hung up the phone, Fang Lixiang went to ask, “Do I need to make a public clarification?”

Xue Baoyi said it wasn’t necessary: “Just focus on your acting. If you have to address every fabricated issue, what do we need an agent for?”

“Boss, you’re right!”

It was the first time Fang Lixiang sincerely realized, ‘this playboy sure is impressive.’

Baoguang Media.

After Lin Shang finished Xue Baoyi’s call, she put down her phone and sat on the sofa with a cold face, “Are you going to confess to the boss yourself, or shall I do it for you?”

Aside from Lin Shang, there was only Bai Li in the lounge.

Bai Li was an actress who had been under Lin Shang’s guidance for four years. She started as a child star, high-profile debut but low-profile since then, struggling for years and still outside the second tier. Ambitious and skillful, yet she never took off.

This time, the scandal involving Fang Lixiang was her doing. Lin Shang was a top agent in the industry, so of course, she had some tricks up her sleeve. She knew who was behind it first thing in the morning, but both parties were her artists. She didn’t want things to blow up and hoped to resolve the matter quietly.

But the big boss had to stick his hand in.

Bai Li was panicked now: “Sister Shang, I know I was wrong, help me one more time.” She walked over and grabbed Lin Shang’s hand, “Just one more time, please Sister Shang.”

“How am I supposed to help you?” She was very annoyed, shaking free of her hold, “How many times have I told you, don’t mess with Lixiang, she’s the one the boss wants to promote, but you just won’t listen, insisting on making trouble for yourself.”

Making trouble for oneself is one thing, using such dumb methods like hiring shills and mudslinging.

Bai Li was indignant, her face red and stubborn: “How can you blame all this on me? You told me before about the reality show, that I would be on it.” She didn’t care if there were others outside, her voice was loud, “But as soon as Fang Lixiang came along, I was pushed aside. Is that fair to me?”

She had waited for a year for a chance at a variety show. Fang Lixiang had been with Baoguang Media for less than three months and had already snatched her opportunity. How could she not be angry? Just last night, she saw Fang Lixiang at the hospital and devised this desperate plan to ruin Fang Lixiang’s reputation, thinking that would give her a chance to replace her.

Lin Shang laughed out loud, laughing at her naivety: “Is this your first day in the industry? Fairness, when has this industry ever been fair? The rules are as such: you snatch my resources, I snatch hers, we each rely on our own abilities. Either you have the ability, or you have a sugar daddy, sugar mommy, or sugar brother with the ability; if you don’t have it, then you’re a supporting role, slowly climbing up. It’s been seven or eight years for you in the industry, do I still need to teach you this?”

Bai Li was disdainful: “What ability does Fang Lixiang have? Just pandering to people, right? After pandering to Director Jiang and to Mr., what a joke!”

Lin Shang was too lazy to correct her self-righteousness: “Someone’s willing to let her pander, that’s an ability too. Do you have it?”

She bit her lip, furious.

Lin Shang stood up, she had to deal with Fang Lixiang’s situation and had no time to dally with her: “I’ll give you a day, go to the boss yourself.” She stopped at the door, after all, she had managed her for years and felt a bit of compassion, “Make sure your apology sounds sincere.”

Fifth Renmin Hospital.

In the morning, Zhou Xufang had eaten pig liver, and at noon, she had again eaten pig liver. Come afternoon tea time, it was still pig liver.

She was now so averse to pig liver that she felt nauseated at the sight of it. She pushed the bowl away, “I can’t eat anymore.”

Jiang Zhi still tried to feed her, “Ten more bites.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t want to eat and turned her head away, “You just said ‘ten more bites’ a moment ago.” Before that, it had been the same story.

It was like a child unwilling to walk; the parent promises to carry them after reaching a certain point, but once there, they say the child needs to walk a bit further.

Lies!

Jiang Zhi wouldn’t give in to her, “You lost so much blood, you need to replenish it.” He coaxed her with assurances, “I’m not deceiving you this time, just ten more bites.”

She would trust him one last time.

Zhou Xufang opened her mouth and took a sip of the pig liver soup. She counted each sip as if it were poison, making a pained face until the final sip when she finally relaxed her furrowed brow, “That’s ten.”

No wonder Qiao Nanchu’s cousin always said that the hardest thing in the world is coaxing a child to eat.

“If you eat ten more bites, I’ll let you have some milk this afternoon.” Since she hadn’t fully recovered, Jiang Zhi had been withholding it.

Zhou Xufang was annoyed with him, “Jiang Zhi, you’re going to end up without a girlfriend if you keep this up.”

Jiang Zhi just laughed.

She snatched the spoon from his hand and angrily spooned a large helping of pig liver into his mouth, “I’m already better, I don’t need to replenish blood anymore.”

The pig liver soup had just a pinch of salt, making it particularly bland. It was made by Ms. Song; in addition to replenishing blood, it also contained red dates and Chinese herbs, leaving much to be desired in taste.

Jiang Zhi stopped forcing her to eat and set the bowl down, “Who says you’re better?”

Zhou Xufang glanced at the door, which was locked, then pulled down her collar to show Jiang Zhi her back, “My wound has already healed, don’t believe me? Just look.”

He had changed her bandages a few times, and the young girl was becoming bolder.

Jiang Zhi undid two of her buttons and peeled back the gauze on her back. The wound had indeed mostly healed. He touched it lightly with his finger, “There’s a scar.”

About the size of a coin, the scab had fallen off not long ago, and it was still pinkish in color.

Zhou Xufang said, “It doesn’t matter; it will get better over time.” After her genes were artificially altered, she had sustained many injuries but had never been left with scars.

On her back, his breath grew closer, a bit warm, tickling her skin.

“Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi’s lips had landed on her.

A contrasting sensation of cold and warmth made Zhou Xufang’s back stiffen, and she suddenly thought of a serious problem, “I haven’t bathed in two days.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

His romantic mood was completely ruined by her blunt honesty.

He fixed her collar and buttoned it up.

Zhou Xufang said, “I want to be discharged.” While in the hospital, Jiang Zhi forbade her from getting out of bed, eating snacks, and even from reading novels and comics, claiming it was bad for her wound, her health, and her eyes.

Zhou Xufang didn’t agree; she felt that she had recovered, that she could now punch a bull to death with a single blow.

Jiang Zhi still didn’t think it was safe for her to be discharged, “Let’s observe for two more days.”

“I’m already fine.”

“What’s the rush to leave?”

Of course, she was in a hurry, “The ice cream at home is going to go bad.”

Jiang Zhi was at a loss for words.

In the end, she pestered him relentlessly until he went to handle the discharge procedures.

Just as they walked out of the surgical building, someone called out to him, “Mr. Jiang Zhi?”

It was a man dressed as a delivery person coming over. He took out a parcel from his backpack, “Someone asked me to deliver this to you.”

There was no sender’s name on the delivery package. The delivery man handed the item to Jiang Zhi and left.

Jiang Zhi listened to the sounds of the package, then unwrapped it to find a stack of photos inside.

At that moment, his phone rang.

It was Luo Qinghe, “Did you receive the item?”

Jiang Zhi tossed the delivery box into the trash can, flipping through the photos in his hand, “It seems you won’t stop until I kill you, will you?”