Chapter 493 - You Better Be Grateful
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The only thing Xu Xiyan could do now was to try her best to comfort Qi Liya.
“I know. Jing Xi, why don’t you come back another day? I need some time alone.”
Qi Liya put the report down, and lifted her empty eyes to the ceiling. She was extremely depressed; a veil of sorrow hung over her.
“Sure. I’ll be going now. Call me if you need anything.”
Xu Xiyan squeezed Qi Liya’s hand. She left the hospital room with a troubled heart.
Outside the room, she bumped into Xiao Ke, who had just returned. Xu Xiyan pulled the assistant to a secluded corner and briefed her on the situation. After that, she left the hospital.
Qi Liya was now alone in her hospital room. Her thoughts were in a jumble, and her heart ached terribly.
She was overcome with grief and sorrow. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks.
She was still young. She had only been in one romantic relationship. She had yet to find her one true love, marry him, and have children—was she really going to lose her womb, even before she’d had the chance to find true happiness?
Without her womb, was she still a complete woman?
How was she going to face the rest of her life?
Xu Xiyan sent a message to Huo Yunshen once she had left the hospital, telling him that she had to return to the set that afternoon because she had something to attend to.
Huo Yunshen texted her back: “Stay safe. I’ll see you tonight.”
Xu Xiyan drove to the studio lot and walked onto the set for “Red Sleeved Beauty.”
As soon as she entered the set, she saw Wen Li distributing snack packets to the production crew on behalf of Xu Xinrou.
Wen Li saw Xu Xiyan had come, and made a show of turning the empty snack box upside down and shaking it. “Oh my, I’m so sorry, Jing Xi. I didn’t expect you to be here today. President Huo bought snacks for everyone today, but it looks like we’ve run out!”
Wen Li had deliberately emphasized the words “President Huo” to let everyone know that Huo Jingtang was now Xu Xinrou’s boyfriend. In other words, crossing her would mean crossing Huo Jingtang.
Xu Xiyan already knew all about it: after Huo Jingtang took over Yunhai Entertainment, the first thing he did was sign Xu Xinrou under the Yunhai Entertainment label.
Now that Xu Xinrou was part of Yunhai Entertainment, her status was almost equal to Qi Liya’s.
“That’s okay, thanks.”
Xu Xiyan did not like the way they tried to gain small favors by distributing snacks.
She looked around the set, and saw Xu Xinrou sitting in a recliner, having her makeup touched up.
Xu Xinrou heard Xu Xiyan’s voice, and signaled to the makeup artist to stop for a moment. She sat up and looked at Xu Xiyan. “I have an extra packet here, actually. You can have it, Jing Xi—catch!”
She tossed the snack packet in Xu Xiyan’s direction without asking her whether she actually wanted it. The snack packet fell short; it dropped to the floor, right before Xu Xiyan’s feet.
“Whoops,” said Xu Xinrou. “My bad, it landed on the floor.”
It was clear what she was really saying: “Go on, pick it up yourself!”
Xu Xiyan gave her an icy look. She knew that Xu Xinrou had meant for this to happen: she had deliberately thrown the snack onto the floor so that Xu Xiyan would have to pick it up like a shameless beggar.
Not picking it up would be equivalent to spitting in Xu Xinrou’s face. Everyone on the set would think that she, Jing Xi, was acting like an arrogant diva.
Wen Li gleefully added fuel to the fire. “What are you waiting for, Jing Xi? Pick it up. These pastries are from overseas, President Huo had them couriered here to share with everyone. You can only buy them from overseas, so this is a rare privilege. Ms. Xinrou was kind enough to give you her share, so you better be grateful.”
The last sentence—”you better be grateful”—was an explicit warning.
Everyone was now watching Xu Xiyan. She casually bent over and retrieved the snack packet from the floor. She examined the packaging.
“It looks delicious. Too bad I’m allergic to peanut butter. But I don’t want to waste this, so how about you eat it, Assistant Wen? You gave everyone a packet, but it looks like you didn’t save one for yourself!”
