The doctor arrived just in time.

The treatment was timely.

She was sent to the hospital quickly.

So, when Lin Heng was carrying Shang Xinglu downstairs, Shang Xinglu clutched his suit jacket, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed longingly at her first dance, which had just begun.

Shang Xinglu bit her lip, looking utterly unwilling, like a little child standing in front of a candy store, refusing to leave and claiming she would die if she couldn’t have any candy.

Lin Heng sighed.

“Is this really how badly you want to dance the first dance?”

It’s not that I want to, it’s that I must! I have my mission to complete!

You totally don’t understand my professional spirit!

Shang Xinglu wanted to grab Lin Heng’s collar and yell at him.

But, having the perspective of a god, what was the point of getting angry at the clueless CEO?

Ugh, the world isn’t worth it.

Shang Xinglu turned her gaze away, “No, it’s just okay.”

Liar! Just now, your eyes were almost bleeding with jealousy!

Of course, dear Marilyn wouldn’t expose her mistress, and the other servants wouldn’t either. As for Lin Heng…

Lin Heng directly ignored Shang Xinglu’s lie.

As they walked to the car, Lin Heng started lecturing, “If you’re not used to wearing such high heels, then don’t wear them. Who’s forcing you to wear them?”

“If you wear them, then fine, but why jump around? Is jumping the way to prove you didn’t break your ankle?”

“Now look, you’ve twisted your ankle. Isn’t this your own fault?”

Each sentence seemed like a nagging mother’s concern.

Lin Heng continued talking, getting Shang Xinglu into the car, and then getting in himself from the other side.

Shang Xinglu lowered her head, listening to the scolding.

She had regretted it earlier, and now… she regretted it even more.

Ugh, can someone please turn off Lin Heng’s ‘mother mode’ switch?!!

The group went to the hospital and registered for emergency treatment.

Shang Xinglu sat in a wheelchair, already changed into a hospital gown, being pushed by a nurse for further checks.

In a queue, she ran into Xiao Zai, who was also in a hospital gown and wheelchair, with a nurse pushing him along.

The two locked eyes, exchanging stares.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Xiao Zai gave a mocking smile, “Heh.”

It was a single, lethal sneer.

Shang Xinglu couldn’t help but cover her face in embarrassment.

Just a few minutes ago, she had been focused on sending Xiao Zai to the hospital with her “grand plan.” Now… Heaven, you spare no one!

They stayed in the hospital until midnight before Shang Xinglu was discharged and returned to the main mansion.

The diagnosis wasn’t very optimistic.

She had sprained her ankle and needed to wear a plaster cast for three to six weeks to heal.

Now, Shang Xinglu sat in a wheelchair, her foot in a cast, feeling weak and helpless.

Although she had changed clothes at the hospital, her makeup was still on, and she hadn’t showered. With the cast on her foot, she couldn’t do much on her own.

Well, on the way to the hospital, Lin Heng had helped. He had been her personal heavy-lifting machine, carrying her whenever she couldn’t walk.

One had to admit, Lin Heng’s muscles weren’t just for looks.

Now, Shang Xinglu had to remove her makeup and take a bath.

There was a wheelchair, but who takes a bath in a wheelchair?

She would definitely need someone to help her.

Logically, as long as Lin Heng didn’t mind, it would be perfectly fine for him to help, both emotionally and practically.

But, Shang Xinglu wasn’t okay with it!

Being seen by Lin Heng, even though he probably had already seen everything, still made her uneasy!!!

It wasn’t about physical loss; it was a psychological burden.

The two entered the bedroom.

Lin Heng removed his cufflinks, tossed his tie aside, took off his suit jacket and vest, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and said, “Should I carry you into the bathroom?”

Mother mode, please, spare me!

Shang Xinglu quickly cupped her face and pretended to act shy, “I don’t want you to see me without my makeup!”

Shang Xinglu had a strong obsession with her appearance, something Lin Heng could never understand.

But Lin Heng didn’t intend to understand.

So he didn’t push her and said, “Then I’ll find someone to help you.”

Soon, besides Lin Heng, someone else arrived.

Shang Xinglu looked up.

Wasn’t that Marilyn?

Shang Xinglu could have shot death rays at Lin Heng with her eyes.

She thought Lin Heng wouldn’t bring in someone like a Barbie doll, at least he could’ve chosen a stronger maid.

But Marilyn…

What was Marilyn like?

Though she was slightly more curvy than Shang Xinglu, she was a whole head shorter and was the cute, chubby type.

Could she really carry her?

The two of them together in the bathroom? It would be a miracle if they didn’t both end up falling over.

But Marilyn was someone who took care of her every day.

Shang Xinglu couldn’t help but say, “Marilyn, should you get someone else to help?”

Having another girl see her… she really wouldn’t mind…

Marilyn tilted her head, “Thank you for your kind offer, Madam.”

No, no, no. Kindness aside, Shang Xinglu didn’t want to end up with a broken leg!

Marilyn bent down, one hand under her armpit, the other supporting her knee, and then…

Shang Xinglu tensed up, her whole body rigid.

It’s over! My third…

Not my third leg, but my other leg!!!

After a brief moment of floating in the air, she didn’t feel any falling sensation.

Shang Xinglu opened her eyes a crack…

Marilyn was walking as swiftly as a gazelle, not even winded, directly carrying her into the bathroom.

Shang Xinglu: …

What the heck??

Marilyn was basically a powerhouse—strong shoulders, sturdy hands, elegant manners, and a smart mind.

Looks like being a rich family’s personal assistant isn’t as easy as it seems…

Shang Xinglu couldn’t help but ask, “How much do you make in a month?”

Marilyn: “Madam, I receive an annual salary.”

Shang Xinglu: “How much is that per year?”

Marilyn quoted a number, not including the year-end bonus.

Shang Xinglu: Damn!!!

Coach, I also want to be an assistant!!!

The next day, someone from the Shang family came to see her.

It was her father and mother.

The sprained ankle wasn’t a huge problem, but not small either. In Chinese culture, when it comes to bone and joint injuries, there are always some “home remedies,” like drinking more bone broth.

Her parents gave her some advice and then left for home ahead of schedule, as they were busy with work.

Afterward, her idiotic brother came to visit.

The reason he didn’t come with their parents was simple—he couldn’t get up.

He was truly a spoiled brat.

Shang Xingyu brought someone with him.

Xiao Zai stood beside Shang Xingyu, grinning.

It didn’t look like they were here to visit a patient, but more like they were here to watch a joke.

Both of them were empty-handed—so it seemed like they were really here to watch the fun.

Shang Xingyu said, “Isn’t the feng shui here bad, sis? Do you know? Yesterday, Xiao Zai fell too, hit his head, and later went to the hospital for a check-up. But it wasn’t as serious as yours—he just had a mild concussion, he’ll be fine after some rest.”

Shang Xinglu’s eyes widened.

How come I didn’t know? Of course, I knew!

I fell with Xiao Zai! And after that, I fell again!

I had one more fall than him, isn’t that just fantastic?!

But Shang Xinglu chose to remain silent.

Her brother was too dumb to explain this to. Even though nothing really happened with Xiao Zai, it looked like something might’ve, since they both fell together.

She was already confused by the whole “nothing happened” vs. “looks like something happened” dilemma. Could her idiot brother, who only thought about eating, drinking, and playing, ever understand?

She had just managed to wriggle out of a crisis using her own intelligence, and she wasn’t going to step into another one.

But then, her idiot brother suddenly had a moment of clarity.

He said, “Wait, you two went to the hospital one after the other, and both fell on the second floor—could it be…”

Shang Xinglu’s heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Zai’s smile also froze a bit.

Shang Xingyu continued, “Could it be that the floor on the second floor is too slippery? Sis, you should talk to your cleaning lady about that.”

Shang Xinglu: “…………”

Fine.

She had overestimated her brother; she was going to make him write the word “Shang” backwards!

Xiao Zai had suffered too much under Shang Xinglu’s hands last night. When he woke up this morning, he saw a bruise on his chest, all from her pressing his chest when he was being “resuscitated.” Xiao Zai took pleasure in her suffering, but he was also curious about how she fell again.

But Xiao Zai’s question was a little convoluted.

He first asked, “Did something happen after that?”

Unfortunately, Shang Xinglu was too sharp (in a bad way). She looked up and said, “Huh?”

Xiao Zai asked naturally, “Otherwise, how did you fall again?”

Shang Xinglu: “……”

She was speechless.

If he wanted to ask her how she fell, just ask directly. He had already laughed at her enough at the hospital yesterday, was she supposed to be afraid of a little kid’s teasing?

She looked at Xiao Zai—he was a handsome young man with features that seemed to have been favored by the heavens. But why was he so indirect in his character?

If he could be more direct like Shang Xingyu, she’d think it was fine.

But then Shang Xinglu thought about it—last night when Xiao Zai went to the hospital, his dad didn’t go, busy trying to talk to Lin Heng.

His stepmother and cheap brother definitely didn’t go either, so in the end, it was the servants who took care of him.

Shang Xinglu suddenly understood Xiao Zai’s behavior better.

She was deeply moved and couldn’t help but say, “Xiao Zai, you…”

Xiao Zai looked at her seriously.

Shang Xinglu: “You’re really too ‘gray’!”

Xiao Zai: “…………”

Shang Xingyu, the idiot, immediately asked, “What do you mean ‘gray’? Why is Xiao Zai so ‘gray’?”

Shang Xinglu was completely unmerciful to her brother.

“I’m talking to Xiao Zai, what’s it to you?”

Shang Xingyu: “I’m your real brother!”

… Fine, the idiot still wanted to compete for attention.

Shang Xinglu immediately used her skill—changing the topic.

She asked, “Oh, by the way, didn’t you say you had something to tell me yesterday? There were so many things going on yesterday, sorry for the delay, what is it?”

Shang Xingyu was foolishly led away by her.

“Isn’t your 13xxx number out of service?”

Shang Xinglu remembered that her current personal number wasn’t the one Shang Xingyu had reported. “I’m not sure. I only have the xoooo number, maybe Marilyn has the other one.”

Shang Xingyu: “That was at least your old work number. Can you check it? I’ve been getting calls for you on my phone.”

Her work number…

As far as Shang Xinglu knew, Mrs. Lin, in her life, apart from being a rich young lady and a wealthy housewife, had only done one job—acting.

More specifically, she had acted overseas.

“What’s the matter?” Shang Xinglu had a general idea.

“Isn’t the new Mulan being filmed? Vanity Fair wants to invite you and the new Mulan actor to do a feature, and also an interview with you personally.”

Shang Xinglu was shocked.

An interview?

She could act out sudden amnesia!

But she was actually a bit curious about the personal interview.

After all, she thought Mrs. Lin’s achievement was only Mulan, and if they wanted a personal interview, it would’ve been two years ago.

She asked, “A personal interview?”

Shang Xingyu: “I have the title and framework they suggested.”

Shang Xinglu took it and looked at it.

It was in English, with the title written as:

—“Is it a win or a loss? After Mulan, she gave up a future filled with limitless brightness, but gained the man behind the Clemens Group!”