"There won’t be any trouble. Oh, by the way, I looked through the news this afternoon and noticed that your news article had disappeared. It must have been handled by Young Master Lu."
"Really?" Zhuang Shuqing laughed heartily for a few moments, but then her smile faded quickly as she remembered the words said by President Gu in his office today.
From any aspect, she was no match for him. Perhaps he was just speaking casually—after all, how could a son of a wealthy family take a woman seriously?
The matter of the headline had come to an end.
Zhuang Shuqing learned from Qin Huaixin’s father that Mo Entertainment Studio was owned by President Gu Chen. However, no one could explain why Gu Chen, the owner, was only acting as the general manager.
A week flew by, and Zhuang Shuqing took advantage of the weekend to move back to her own apartment from Qin Huaixin’s home.
Qin Huai’s home was indeed pleasant, but it could never compare to her own nest.
Upon returning home, she found her furniture covered with a thin layer of dust. After half an hour of cleaning, Zhuang Shuqing collapsed on the couch, motionless.
Her phone rang on the table. She reached out, picked it up, and answered the call without looking at the caller ID.
"Shuqing, are you free?"
Zhuang Shuqing bolted upright from the sofa, "Dean Hua! What’s happened?"
If it wasn’t particularly important, Dean Hua wouldn’t call her directly; that was why she was surprised by the call.
"Um, Shuqing, do you have time? Can you come back to the orphanage?"
Dean Hua’s voice was choked with sobs, and Zhuang Shuqing felt a lump in her throat, immediately responding, "Okay, I’ll rush over right now."
An hour later, Zhuang Shuqing appeared in the dean’s office of the orphanage. She hurried over without even taking a sip of water and asked about the situation.
Dean Hua looked at her, eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Xiao Xuan suddenly fainted. When we took him to the hospital, it turned out to be acute leukemia. The doctor said it’s more severe than we thought, and there’s not much time left."
After speaking, Dean Hua broke down in tears. Zhuang Shuqing was so shocked by this news that she could hardly keep her seat.
Xiao Xuan was an adorable three-year-old boy, beautiful and sensible, especially when he saw her, always smiling non-stop, his demeanor so endearing.
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She sniffled and said to Dean Hua, "Don’t panic, take your time. Did the doctor say anything else?"
"The doctor said to fulfill any wishes he has as much as possible."
"Don’t cry, stop crying first. Maybe it’s not as serious as the doctor said. Where is Xiao Xuan? Where is he?"
"He’s in the hospital. If we want to treat him, we can’t raise that much money in a short period of time. Shuqing, what should we do?"
"How much money is needed approximately?"
Dean Hua gestured a "one" to Zhuang Shuqing.
"One hundred thousand?"
Dean Hua shook her head in despair, "One million."
She finally understood why Dean Hua was crying.
One million, to people of their class, was completely an astronomical figure. Moreover, with more and more children in the orphanage, relying solely on social assistance was far from sufficient.
After thinking it over, she still felt she should visit Xiao Xuan in the hospital before making any plans.
Following the address given by Dean Hua, she arrived at the B City First Children’s Hospital and located Xiao Xuan’s ward. Zhuang Shuqing immediately spotted the little boy daydreaming on the hospital bed.
The originally plump cheeks had thinned, replaced by a sharp chin. His gaze was somewhat vacant as he watched other children interact with their parents in the next bed, his face expressionless.