Chapter 1246 - Capítulo 1246: 1246: Born Singer (Part 26)
Capítulo 1246: Chapter 1246: Born Singer (Part 26)
Chuzheng saw the wallpaper, paused for a moment, and asked him calmly, “When did you take it?”
The shot looks pretty good… mainly because you look good.
“…”
Sheng Yan mumbled something, his face flushed, fortunately in the darkness, Chuzheng couldn’t see anything.
Chuzheng clearly was just casually asking, she turned on the flashlight on her phone, scanned around, and pushed Sheng Yan’s hand on her waist: “Get up.”
Sheng Yan was startled, clumsily supporting himself on the nearby tables and chairs to get up.
“Hiss…”
Before Sheng Yan could stand up, he fell back down, Chuzheng reached out to steady him.
The flashlight in Chuzheng’s hand swung to his face: “What’s wrong?”
Sheng Yan’s face looked a little grim, he reached out to touch his ankle, Chuzheng shone the flashlight on it, Sheng Yan’s ankle was already swollen.
Sheng Yan had twisted it once on stage earlier, but it wasn’t very painful and he didn’t have time to think about it with the performance.
He twisted it again just now, which led to him not being able to stand up now.
Chuzheng got up from the side, helped him to a nearby chair to sit down.
“Hold this.”
She handed her phone to Sheng Yan, Chuzheng squatted down to check his ankle.
As soon as she touched it, Sheng Yan gasped, the color draining further from his face.
“Does it hurt?”
Sheng Yan endured it, shook his head.
“Let’s get you to a hospital first.” Chuzheng turned around, pointing to her shoulder: “Come on, I’ll carry you.”
“Huh?”
The boy’s eyes were five parts dazed, four parts helpless, and one part nervous.
Sheng Yan refused: “No, no need, I can walk by myself.”
“It’ll take you until tomorrow to hop to the hospital.” Chuzheng was not amused: “Hurry up.”
“…”
Hesitating, Sheng Yan extended his hands, looped them over Chuzheng’s shoulders, and transferred his weight to her.
Chuzheng easily lifted him up, she teased: “Have you lost weight recently?”
Sheng Yan’s chest pressed against Chuzheng’s back, his head rested against her neck, catching the scent of her hair.
In a daze, Sheng Yan heard Chuzheng’s voice, woke slightly, and stammered: “No… I haven’t.”
“Really?”
Chuzheng didn’t believe him.
He must have lost weight.
During this time, preparing for the concert, Sheng Yan didn’t rest well and sometimes didn’t eat properly, so he must have slimmed down.
As Chuzheng moved upward, Sheng Yan suddenly turned his head: “The flowers…”
“Forget about them.” What flowers matter at a time like this?
“The ones you gave me…”
“I’ll give you a whole car of them tomorrow.” Boys really do like flowers!
“??”
“Focus on the route, do you want us to get stuck here?”
Sheng Yan softly replied, shining the flashlight ahead.
His gaze slightly shifted, allowing him to see the smooth outline of the girl’s profile.
Sheng Yan’s grip tightened around Chuzheng’s arm.
Chuzheng wanted to speak, but seeing Sheng Yan’s somewhat pale face, she decided against it, hoping she wasn’t being strangled.
The passages outside were all closed, and after searching a loop, Chuzheng didn’t find a way out. She called Lisa, who contacted the remaining staff to rescue them.
–
Mu Sheng and Qu Jiangxiao rushed to the hospital in a hurry, and as soon as they saw Chuzheng, they yelled: “Boss, what’s happened to Sheng Yan?”
“Why are you yelling, have some manners.”
Mu Sheng quickly shut his mouth: “Where’s Sheng Yan?”
Chuzheng pointed to the ward: “Just a sprained ankle, nothing serious.”
Sheng Yan’s ankle was bandaged already. Although not severe, the doctor advised against strenuous activity for a short while to avoid re-injury.
At that time, as they were leaving, Sheng Yan asked them to go first, wanting to stay for a while longer.
Mu Sheng had his wife, Qu Jiangxiao had his sister, so they had to leave first.
“How did you get so careless?”
“It’s fine, just a small twist.” Sheng Yan sat on the hospital bed: “I’ll be fine soon.”
“How can you say it’s fine, you’re almost as wrapped as a mummy, what do you mean that’s nothing? What counts as something then?”
“…”
Chuzheng let them chat for a bit, soon couldn’t resist urging them to go.
“Aren’t you guys leaving?”
“I’ll keep Sheng Yan company…” Mu Sheng immediately plunged towards Sheng Yan.
Chuzheng pulled him away: “No need.”
“Boss…”
Qu Jiangxiao sensibly held Mu Sheng back: “We’re all exhausted today, didn’t you just complain about wanting to sleep? Sheng Yan needs rest too, he probably can’t relax with you here, come back tomorrow.”
“But…”
Qu Jiangxiao covered Mu Sheng’s mouth, pushed him out, not forgetting to turn back and flash a smile at Chuzheng: “Sorry to trouble the boss to take care of Sheng Yan.”
“What, I…”
Mu Sheng’s voice was muffled by the ward doors, immediately falling silent.
Chuzheng sat down casually on the chair: “Sleep.”
Sheng Yan’s lips moved slightly, then he slowly lay down.
Click—
The ward lights turned off.
The room turned quiet, as if no one was there.
“Why… were you late?”
Sheng Yan’s voice broke the serene silence in the darkness.
“Something happened,” Chuzheng glanced over there, only able to see the blurred silhouette of the boy.
Sheng Yan pursued, “Was it an accident?”
“Yes.”
In the darkness, a glimmer shone in Sheng Yan’s eyes, she wasn’t deliberately avoiding it, she really had something going on…
Sheng Yan held his wildly beating heart, slowly closed his eyes.
–
The night was as cool as water, a sliver of moonlight slipped onto the windowsill, harshly cut off by the curtains, unable to seep in a bit more.
In that faint luminescence, a silhouette stood in front of the hospital bed, slowly bending down.
Chuzheng carefully observed the sleeping boy, after a moment she suddenly leaned down to kiss him.
…
The next day.
When Sheng Yan woke up, Chuzheng was not in the ward.
Sheng Yan felt relieved that Chuzheng was not there.
He had a rather inappropriate dream last night, dreaming about kissing her…
If she were there, Sheng Yan wouldn’t know how to face her.
When he sees her now, he can’t help but let his thoughts wander.
Mu Sheng and Qu Jiangxiao came in early in the morning, fully armed, sneaking into the ward like thieves, and with a bang, closed the door.
“Oh my, that was scary.” Mu Sheng patted his chest: “Almost got spotted.”
Last night when they came was already late, no one was around.
Qu Jiangxiao pulled down his mask, concern evident: “How are you, Sheng Yan?”
“All good.” Sheng Yan glanced at his foot: “The doctor just checked, nothing’s wrong.”
“How did you twist it yesterday?” Mu Sheng was curious: “You were perfectly fine when we left, and why were you with the boss?”
Sheng Yan pinched the base of his thumb, eyelashes lowered, not answering Mu Sheng’s question.
Qu Jiangxiao observed Sheng Yan for a long time, eventually asked: “Sheng Yan, do you like the boss?”
Sheng Yan looked up, meeting Qu Jiangxiao’s gaze.
They sang, practiced, and performed together, having developed an extraordinary tacit understanding.
Sheng Yan’s expression changed slightly, finally nodding.