Li Xingwan could no longer restrain the anger on her face. "Qi Yue, please come over here."
Qi Yue was extremely annoyed when she heard her, with her complexion sinking deeper and deeper. She took a few steps toward Li Xingwan, wanting to see exactly what she intended to do, as well as what she was even capable of doing.
Unexpectedly, just as she stood in front of her, Li Xingwan raised her hand and slapped her across the face.
"Ah!" Qi Yue staggered from the slap and fell to the ground.
This scene simply horrified everyone.
"Miss Li!" It was too late for the others, including the queen actress Li and emperor actor Zheng, to intervene.
The live stream immediately exploded.
"Did Li Xingwan just hit Qi Yue?!"
"My God! She actually slapped her!"
"Does Li Xingwan realize what she’s doing?! Has she gone mad?!"
"We’ll settle this when I get back!" Li Xingwan dropped her harsh words at Qi Yue, then turned back to hold Qin Yu and said to the others, "Why are you standing there!? To the hospital! Why aren’t you taking her to the hospital!"
It was only then that everyone snapped back to reality.
Qi Yue’s eyes widened in shock. She had never been hit like that since entering the industry, protected by a powerful backer.
It was clear that Li Xingwan’s slap had completely dumbfounded her!
Li Xingwan!! Li Xingwan!!!
She would skin her alive!
Qin Yu’s injuries from the fall were carefully tended to by the doctors. But because she had fallen down stairs, her leg injuries were quite serious and she couldn’t move for the time being. She needed to lie down and rest for a few days.
There were signs of minor fractures.
Looking at her pale face, Li Xingwan felt waves of pain in her heart.
Just as she was about to approach, she heard a voice from behind her.
"Miss Li, Mr. Fu has arrived."
He must have seen what had happened in the live stream. Li Xingwan went out and followed the nurse into a room. There stood a man, tall and noble, exuding an air of casual elegance.
A cigarette was lit between his fingers, with the smoke leisurely rising upward.
Just the sight of the man’s silhouette was enough to make one’s heart flutter with maturity.
She hadn’t expected him to come in person.
"Mr. Fu," Li Xingwan approached. It had only been two days since they saw each other. Yet there was a different kind of sentiment growing between them, it seemed.
And there was a sense of awkward familiarity.
In her previous life, Li Xingwan did not understand what it felt like to have one’s heart stirred. She only knew the young idols were handsome and in great shape, objects of visual enjoyment and delight.
She would take an extra glance from time to time, nothing more.
Until she saw Fu Chengzhou.
This man was noble, aloof, mature, and captivating.
Two days seemed like a very long time.
Last night, he was still on the phone with her, asking where she missed him...
Li Xingwan drew closer, Fu Chengzhou turned around, and just like that, he swept her into his arms, lifting her off her feet in such a way that sent her heart racing.
The next second, Li Xingwan found herself perched on the edge of a desk. Fu Chengzhou leaned over, his nobility and mature masculinity enveloping and encasing her in waves.
His face also drew nearer to hers by several inches.
"Such a big incident occurred, why didn’t you call me?" he asked.
Would she not plan to tell him if he hadn’t found out?
In her eyes, this wasn’t a big deal. But the anger was definitely real.
"Qin Yu is alright," she said.
"And you?" Fu Chengzhou inquired. "Are you angry?"
All he was doing was showing concern about whether she was upset.
Who cared about that woman?
Li Xingwan’s heart rate once again picked up a few beats. Fu Chengzhou’s low voice was so seductive to her ears.