"You used the thing I gave you."
Xu Qingmei wasn’t surprised at all that the other party noticed it so quickly. She nodded honestly, "It’s just that there was a little mishap."
"I was originally going to use it on Shen Yunqing, but something unexpected happened, and it ended up cutting Jing Huai’s arm."
This time, she didn’t suppress the frustration in her voice.
She really couldn’t hold it back.
At that moment, she was so close to success, just one step away, that she actually wished Jiang Lingxi would die.
Even Jing Huai, who got accidentally hurt, was a complete fool who didn’t know how to dodge!
Noticing her overwhelming frustration, the person behind her reached out and gently patted her shoulder, "It’s already a done deal; there’s no use in being upset. Besides, that thing took me quite some effort to research."
Xu Qingmei’s shoulder trembled slightly, "I understand what you mean."
"Good. Stop standing by the door, come in and talk."
As the words fell, the door in front, which was slightly ajar, was pushed open, and a rich and exotic fragrance hit her.
Even though Xu Qingmei typically loved using perfume, almost marinating herself in it, she couldn’t help but hold her breath as she walked in.
She didn’t dare to look too much at the dense assortment of bottles and jars under the desk lamp in front of her, maintaining a deliberate three-meter distance from the table.
Who knows what disgusting thing might suddenly crawl out of those bottles and jars.
"Sit down. Would you like some wine?"
"Thanks, but no." As she sat down, Xu Qingmei couldn’t help but hiss lightly.
The person holding the wine glass walked over, glanced at her body, and asked indifferently, "How did you get injured?"
Even though the question was casual, Xu Qingmei didn’t dare not answer seriously, "I deliberately fell on stage today, hoping Shen Yunqing would be caught off guard when I did, but he stepped back."
The process was somewhat embarrassing, and Xu Qingmei’s ears were already red as she spoke.
Moreover, the person sitting in the shadow across from her suddenly leaned forward.
"How can someone be so oblivious? You are my most perfectly transformed masterpiece, yet someone can resist your charm?"
Xu Qingmei just looked up for a glance and quickly lowered her gaze.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly in her heart.
Indeed, she was a celebrated actress, sought after by everyone in the entertainment industry, but in front of this person, how could she dare claim to have any charm?
This person is God’s most outstanding creation.
The reason she rarely looks at his face is because she can’t help but feel inferior.
In the entertainment industry, how can one not have confidence?
"You must be joking. Shen Yunqing is too serious, not like those other men. Besides, I’ve noticed he’s quite close to Jiang Lingxi."
"Jiang Lingxi?" As soon as this name was mentioned, the light-hearted face in front of her suddenly became serious, "Are you talking about the Jiang Lingxi whom Mei Shuiqing tried to set up but suffered a severe backlash?"
"This is really interesting. The young master values this Jiang Lingxi highly, and now you’re interested in her friend. Her friend could remain impassive to your deliberate flirtation; maybe it’s due to Jiang Lingxi’s influence. Tell you what, prepare a contract for me."
"A contract, what kind of contract?"
"Don’t you have a studio? I’ll sign on as an artist with your studio, making it easier to get close to others in the entertainment industry, right?"
She was rather attentive to her lab and didn’t want it ruined.
She wanted to refuse but didn’t dare to.
Ultimately, she could only reluctantly nod, "I’ll go upstairs and have someone send down the studio’s highest-level contract."
She now only hoped this person was aiming to deal with Jiang Lingxi and wouldn’t mess around using her studio.
Seemingly satisfied with her efficiency, as those words fell, Xu Qingmei felt a coolness in her palm.
Looking down, she saw an unremarkable small black bottle appear in her hand.
"For treating external injuries, it works far better than anything on the market."
Xu Qingmei tightened her grip on the bottle, "Master, is there any chance to make amends for the mistake I made with the previous medicine?"
She only received a meaningful smile in response, "You know well what that medicine really was. As soon as it entered an injury and got nourished by fresh blood, it was no longer under my control. What do you think?"
Xu Qingmei’s face turned slightly pale, forcing a smile, "I understand."
"Go on up, and don’t forget the contract. Do it quickly."
Originally, she had thought about finishing the medicine in her hand before heading out, but seeing how useless Xu Qingmei was, she decided she had to handle it herself!
Back on the ground floor, Xu Qingmei collapsed onto the sofa as if exhausted.
She glanced at the small bottle in her hand, already slightly warm from her grip. She intended to set it aside but, hesitating for a moment, opened the cap and poured a little onto her hand. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NovelHub(.)net
The near-transparent paste, with the characteristic scent of that person, seemed to show no abnormalities.
She dabbed a bit with her finger and applied it to her scabbed-over knee. A burning sensation hit immediately. After a light hiss, she looked again at the treated area. Though she predicted the ’medicine’s’ effect, Xu Qingmei couldn’t help but widen her eyes in shock at her skin being restored to smoothness.
Gritting her teeth, she went ahead and applied it to her other injuries.
After all, as a ’work of art,’ no one wants their creation to have any imperfections.
Meanwhile, in the hospital.
After Jing Huai insisted repeatedly, the hospital reluctantly agreed to take some of his wound’s fresh blood for testing.
But the test took time and couldn’t be rushed, so he could only lie in the hospital bed, trying not to move while anxiously awaiting the results.
Until his assistant entered with a grim expression.
"Huai, there are photos of you being hospitalized online. It seems some onlookers recognized and secretly took them."
Handing over a phone as he spoke.
Looking at himself, appearing somewhat disheveled in the candid shots on the screen, Jing Huai: "..."
He couldn’t help but swear!