Although few celebrities like paparazzi fans, they are still fans.

Fang Jinran waved to them and smiled, saying, “Hello.”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” The girls went even crazier, trying desperately to get close to Fang Jinran.

They were stopped by the assistant and hotel security, unable to approach him and could only scream from a distance.

“Brother Ran, please give me an autograph!”

“I want an autograph too!”

“I want a photo! Brother Ran, look here!”

“Brother Ran, I love you, woo woo woo~”

“Brother Ran, why are you hanging out with Ning Qiuxiu? Why is he touching your hand?”

Ning Qiuxiu: “……”

No matter how Ning Qiuxiu lay down, she still ended up in trouble.

And as for the hand-touching, she had only pulled Fang Jinran to prevent him from falling!

Surrounded by fans, Fang Jinran had no choice but to sign autographs.

One of the fans, taking advantage of his distraction, boldly reached out to touch his hand.

Seeing this, others quickly followed suit, trying to touch him as well, causing chaos again.

Ning Qiuxiu, who was about to leave, was accidentally shoved by someone and lost her balance, falling to the ground.

Her forehead hit a large pillar at the hotel entrance.

“Ouch.” The impact was hard, and Ning Qiuxiu saw stars.

Tears started streaming uncontrollably down her face.

Everyone was clearly taken by surprise at the accident, and even the usually brazen fans seemed panicked.

They hurriedly helped Ning Qiuxiu into the hotel, calling for doctors and fetching ice packs.

“I’m fine,” Ning Qiuxiu said with a forced smile, seeing how nervous everyone was as if she were heading to the emergency room. “It’s just a bump. No big deal—though I hope I haven’t ruined my looks.”

“No broken skin,” Xiao Chi said, wiping her tears. “Those people were too awful, boohoo!”

Fang Jinran looked guilty. “I’m really sorry for what happened today.”

Ning Qiuxiu reassured him, “It’s okay, really. My biggest trait is that I’m tough and resilient… Ouch, be gentle with the rubbing.”

After a while, the crew’s attending doctor arrived, examined Ning Qiuxiu’s injury, and said it wasn’t too serious.

He advised her to have a hospital checkup to rule out a concussion or other issues, just to be safe.

The night shoot was canceled today.

After learning the news, the director gave Ning Qiuxiu a break and told her to rest for two days.

With the bump on her head that even foundation couldn’t cover, it wasn’t suitable for filming.

Since she needed to go to the hospital for a check-up, Ning Qiuxiu decided to visit Zhan Qingyue’s hospital.

She could also check on how he was doing today.

Jingjing mentioned that Zhan Qingyue had woken up once during the day, had some liquid food, and then fell back asleep after spending some time with Old Master Zhan.

On her way back, Ning Qiuqiu relaxed in the special seat of her van, scrolling through Weibo.

As expected, the hashtags #FangJinranPaparazzi# and #NingQiuxiuInjured# were trending.

The paparazzi incident had become quite significant.

Fang Jinran’s studio quickly issued a statement condemning the actions of the paparazzi, urging fans to moderate their behavior and not to follow or engage in any extreme actions that could cause harm.

They also announced they had reported the incident to the police and would pursue legal action against the involved paparazzi to intimidate other reckless ones.

Ning Qiuxiu’s studio retweeted the statement, firmly opposing paparazzi.

Since Fang Jinran helped Ning Qiuxiu last time, his fans’ attitude had become quite complicated.

Some still criticized her, even accusing her of using their idol to gain attention.

This created a tense situation between the fan bases.

However, with the current focus on condemning the paparazzi, Fang Jinran’s fans found it embarrassing to criticize her.

Everyone was united in denouncing the paparazzi, which made the comments on Ning Qiuxiu’s studio’s Weibo unusually harmonious compared to before.

Seeing her fans concerned about her condition, Ning Qiuxiu took a couple of selfies and posted a humorous Weibo to reassure them: “This ‘unicorn’ look seems quite unique” (pictures).

The comments that followed were all caring and encouraging her to rest well.

Even a few of Fang Jinran’s top fans came to her studio’s Weibo to express their gratitude on behalf of Fang Jinran’s fanbase, which made Ning Qiuxiu smile.

These people.

By the time Ning Qiuxiu arrived at the hospital, it was already dark.

She first went to check her head, confirmed there was no serious issue, then sent Xiao Chi back and went to Zhan Qingyue’s hospital room.

Old Master Zhan had been staying at the hospital with Zhan Qingyue, worried that he might feel upset if he woke up and didn’t see any family.

When Ning Qiuxiu arrived at the ward, the old man was sitting by the bed, reading a book.

“Qiuxiu’s here,” Old Master Zhan said, looking up when he heard the noise. “Weren’t you supposed to come later today… Oh, what happened to your head?”

Old Master Zhan didn’t follow entertainment news, so he wasn’t aware of her injury.

“It’s nothing serious,” Ning Qiuxiu said, not wanting to worry him with the details. “I just had a minor fall while filming. I’ve already been checked out, and everything’s fine.”

“Filming isn’t like sitting in an office. Bumps and bruises are unavoidable. Just be careful,” Old Master Zhan advised.

“Sure,” Ning Qiuxiu replied, noticing the tired look on his face. “Grandpa, let Jingjing take you for a walk to get some fresh air. I’ll stay here and keep watch.”

“Alright,” Old Master Zhan said, closing his book and removing his reading glasses. “I’m getting old—sitting too long isn’t good, and standing too long isn’t either.”

Ning Qiuxiu helped him stand up and said, “It’s not about age. You’re still in good health. Everyone gets tired from sitting or standing for too long. I noticed there are massage chairs in the waiting area. Jingjing can take you there later.”

“Sounds good,” Old Master Zhan agreed. “I’ll leave this side to you for now.”

Ning Qiuxiu escorted Old Master Zhan out and handed him over to Jingjing, who was a sweet talker and very good at comforting people.

Jingjing and Old Master Zhan chatted happily as they left together.

Once the door was closed, Ning Qiuxiu’s cheerful expression dropped, and she winced in pain.

That bump really hurt!

She had delicate skin and was used to a pampered life, so even a minor injury made her cry, let alone a solid knock like that.

Even though it hurt so much, she had to pretend to be strong.

For a moment, she felt that her own shadow seemed more impressive.

Ning Qiuxiu rubbed her forehead and went back to the room, only to be startled by the person on the bed—Zhan Qingyue was already awake.

Brother, if you’re going to wake up, could you give some kind of sign first?

Waking up silently like this is going to give people a heart attack.

“You’re awake,” Ning Qiuxiu said, feeling a bit awkward in front of Zhan Qingyuan. She forced a smile and asked, “Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?”

At the mention of water, Zhan Qingyue’s brows furrowed noticeably, almost as if he wanted to write “I don’t want any” on his face.

Well, if you don’t want it, you don’t want it.

Why act so picky about it? Ning Qiuxiu grumbled internally.

At the same time, she felt a bit guilty.

Why was Zhan Qingyue so averse to her offering him water?

Maybe he had some… feelings about the symbolic water she gave him while he was unconscious.

Although Ning Qiuxiu had been around Zhan Qingyue frequently and they were very familiar with each other, to Zhan Qingyue, she was just a young lady from a family friend.

He probably didn’t have much of an impression of her.

Her presence here seemed a bit out of place.

“Well, Grandpa has been here all day, and it’s tiring to sit for so long. I had the caregiver take him for a walk, and I’m staying here in his place,” Ning Qiuxiu explained softly.

Zhan Qingyue didn’t speak, but his gaze moved to her injured forehead.

Due to her pale skin and the recent rubbing, the bruise on her forehead was very obvious, looking quite harsh.

“I got injured while filming today. It doesn’t hurt, hehe,” Ning Qiuxiu said with a grin.

After grinning, Ning Qiuxiu immediately wanted to slap herself.

What kind of creepy smile was that!

Ning Qiuxiu knew she needed to maintain a good impression, especially since Zhan Qingyue had just woken up.

She said, “You must be hungry. Wait here, and I’ll get someone to bring you some food.”

Instead of calling Jingjing back, she first went to find the doctor. A

fter examining Zhan Qingyue, the doctor said it was fine to feed him some porridge.

Another nurse, Chen Yi, brought out a bowl of soft, fragrant vegetable and lean meat porridge from the kitchen.

It was still hot and ready to eat.

Chen Yi handed the bowl to Ning Qiuxiu with a hint of disapproval, saying, “Miss Ning, the porridge is still very hot. Be careful when feeding him.”

“…,” Ning Qiuxiu thought, Does he know making the host do this might cost him a deduction in wages?

Ning Qiuxiu took the bowl, and Chen Yi quickly left to give them some privacy.

Having been through this kind of situation before, Ning Qiuxiu managed to stay calm—at least, she appeared calm on the surface.

Holding the bowl, she smiled at Zhan Qingyue and said, “Jingjing went out with Grandpa. Chen Yi isn’t good at feeding, so I’ll do it for now. Is that okay with you?”

Zhan Qingyue: “…”

Even if he had objections, could he say anything?

Ning Qiuxiu helped Zhan Qingyue sit up by placing a pillow behind him.

She took a small spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and then brought it to his mouth.

Zhan Qingyue glanced at her, then at the spoon, and finally opened his mouth, letting Ning Qiuxiu feed him the porridge.

Her technique was unrefined, and some of the porridge and soup spilled from Zhan Qingyue’s mouth.

Ning Qiuqiu quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.

While doing this, she suddenly realized how intimate the situation looked—almost like she was taking care of a sick husband.

Ning Qiuxiu felt that Zhan Qingyue, being fed by a woman who was essentially a stranger to him, must have been feeling quite distressed.

After finishing one bowl of porridge in this awkward atmosphere, Ning Qiuxiu thought that Zhan Qingyue might have trouble digesting it.

Eating under such circumstances would make anyone uneasy.

As she was about to get up to serve the second bowl, she felt a tug on her shirt. Looking down, she realized that Zhan Qingyue had grabbed her sleeve.

“Hmm? You can move now!” Ning Qiuxiu was excited.

Yesterday, Zhan Qingyue couldn’t even lift his arm, and now he could grab her sleeve. This was a significant improvement!

Of course, Zhan Qingyue didn’t answer her.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to eat anymore?”

Zhan Qingyue hesitated for a moment and then slowly, almost imperceptibly, shook his head.

“Okay.” Ning Qiuxiu put the bowl down.

She didn’t want to feed him anymore either!

But Zhan Qingyue still held onto her sleeve. Ning Qiuxiu was puzzled. “Is there something else?”

Zhan Qingyue’s gaze shifted slightly towards a certain direction.

Huh? Ning Qiuxiu followed his gaze and saw that he was looking towards the bathroom.

“Ah? Is there something in there?” Ning Qiuxiu didn’t quite understand at first.

Seeing Zhan Qingyue’s face showing an unmistakable sign of discomfort, she suddenly had a realization. “Got it! You need to use the bathroom, right?”