Chapter 63 - Running Into That Dr. Song Who Carried You Back 1
Chapter 63: Running Into That Dr. Song Who Carried You Back 1
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She was envious, jealous and made comparisons.
But that was all because Changqing was her good friend. This clean girl once encouraged her time and time again through the toughest part of her life.
The times the four of them spent laughing and joking together was the best.
But why must the person she wanted to climb up to wholeheartedly now be Changqing?
Her heart was filled with mixed emotions; she didn’t even realize she had creased and wrinkled her handbag.
In front of her, Changqing was also having mixed feelings. The dazzling light from the colored chandelier hanging above even hurt her eyes, yet she smiled even brighter and heard herself say, “That’s right, Brother Fu Yu is very dashing and looks extremely compatible with Xiaoying.”
“Really?” Fu Yu was still smiling but there seemed to be some turbulence rolling lightly within the depths of his dark pupils.
Changqing caught the hint of turbulence and was struck dumb. In her heart, a weird feeling grazed past but she quickly dismissed it.
Brother Fu Yu might be too happy after hearing what she said.
“Yeah.” She nodded once again, and her eyes were clear. “I’ve never seen a couple more compatible than you two.”
Fu Yu slowly clenched his fists in his pocket slowly, gazing at her for a while before saying gently, “I’ll go and get ready for my speech on stage. You three can talk about private matters.”
“Mm, go ahead.” Guan Ying let go of his arm docilely, watching his back retreat with her gentle gaze.
Jiang Duoyao waved her hand before her eyes, teasing, “He’s long gone, yet you’re still looking. I came all the way here for the two of you, so can you please entertain me?”
“It was my fault; I’m in the wrong. Here, I’ll bring you two to get some food,” Guan Ying held both their hands, one on the left and one on the right as she led them to the balcony.
They were hidden from view by fresh flowers. With a bright moon hanging high in the sky, it was private and quiet.
There were various delicacies placed on the table. Jiang Duoyao took a bouquet from a vase casually and took a look, exclaiming, “This is actually a biscuit bouquet, how exquisite. Changqing, do you want to try this? Weren’t you hungry just now?”
Changqing took a piece and took a bite. She was feeling down and the biscuits were bland.
Jiang Duoyao started talking to them about some aspects to take note of when filming but was interrupted by her assistant after 10 plus minutes to conduct a little five-minute interview with a reporter.
“Duoyao is really popular. There are so many celebrities tonight, but she’s the only one reporters want an exclusive with,” Guan Ying commented with envy.
“Your time will come soon too.” Changqing picked up a glass of fruit juice to moisten her lips. She couldn’t hold it in and asked, “Actually… that day at the hospital, I happened to run into Dr. Song, who carried you back when I returned from buying strawberries. Xiaoying, what did you think of it?”
She glanced at Guan Ying while speaking. She was walking fine just now and didn’t seem like she was injured, which meant she only suffered superficial wounds that day.
Guan Ying brushed away a lock of dangling hair, saying quietly, “That day I was knocked down by a motorcycle, but luckily he appeared to help me. Actually, I never wanted him to carry me but he was very concerned about me and insisted on carrying me to the hospital so he could feel assured. Changqing, I didn’t tell you about it because… I was afraid you would misunderstand and overthink it.”
Changqing suddenly regretted asking the question but her mouth was cheap, so she asked again, “Then was it Song Chuyi who took you back too?”
“Yes, all the way to my house.” Warmth seeped out from the corners of Guan Ying’s eyes.
Changqing’s heart stirred slightly. “Could it be… you still haven’t let him go?”
Guan Ying turned away, gazing at the peonies in full bloom behind her. She replied, “Changqing, I’m not like you. I clearly know what I want.”
Changqing frowned. “I don’t care what you want but I hope you don’t two-time them again.”