Fang Zhou couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, but at that mont, he felt like the thread connecting him to Chu Xinran had snapped.
He wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or sad; it was more of a sense of emptiness.
Unlike the feeling of loss he had during previous breakups, this felt like losing sothing that wasn’t particularly important to him.
He stood there for a long ti, eventually composing himself and preparing to head back.
He had been out for quite a while, and Han Xi was probably looking for him.
Besides, Chu Xinran had told him to go back first, likely needing so ti to gather her thoughts and figure out her future path.
Standing there, waiting for her to open the door, might just irritate her.
It was better to disappear from her sight for a while.
If Chu Xinran decided to quit the dating show, they really wouldn’t see each other again.
When he returned to the venue, it was already the final stage. Zhang Zhiyin, as a special guest, was on stage recomnding a famous writer’s manuscript.
Her gentle deanor, clear and organized speech, filled with references and relatable content, and pleasant voice captivated the audience, making them want to listen longer.
When Fang Zhou returned to his seat beside Han Xi, he was t with her questioning gaze: “Where did you go? You were gone for so long.”
“Had so things to take care of, got delayed a bit.”
Fang Zhou certainly wasn’t going to tell her he had been helping Chu Xinran change clothes.
Even though Han Xi usually appeared very calm, she probably wouldn’t want to hear Fang Zhou ntioning other won right now.
“Alright, my recomndation ends here. If any guests are interested in the manuscript, please consider it,” Zhang Zhiyin said, playfully smiling at the end, charming many.
Fang Zhou led the applause, and many others in the hall, willing to show the author so respect, joined in enthusiastically.
Before stepping down, Zhang Zhiyin glanced at Fang Zhou, her eyes filled with clear praise.
‘Good job, playing along.’
Fang Zhou returned her smile, thinking: Of course, years of mutual understanding doesn’t co for nothing.
The final item was auctioned off amid nurous bids.
But for so reason, Fang Zhou felt uneasy. When the auctioneer’s gavel struck, it felt like it hit his head, making it buzz.
Sothing’s wrong, but what?
Fang Zhou frowned, trying to recall everything that happened today.
What could be making him so uneasy?
Fang Zhou’s intuition was usually spot-on. Whenever he felt this restless, sothing big was happening, like the day they encountered the heavy rainstorm while returning from the mountains.
Sothing important was being overlooked.
With the auction over, the next event was the dinner.
Everyone stood up, heading towards the adjacent hall.
Han Xi also stood up, noticing Fang Zhou sitting still.
“What’s wrong? It’s ti for dinner.”
Fang Zhou looked up, his brows furrowed in distress, clearly troubled by sothing.
“Did sothing happen?”
Han Xi’s concern grew, her tone softening instinctively as she asked.
It took a lot to trouble Fang Zhou.
Despite his efforts to recall, Fang Zhou couldn’t pinpoint what he was missing and shook his head, saying it was nothing.
He stood up and walked with Han Xi towards the adjacent hall.
Passing through the corridor, he saw Chu Xuan still seated, on the phone, looking anxious and unable to get through.
At that mont, sothing clicked in Fang Zhou’s mind, only to vanish quickly.
But he grasped the clue, replaying his conversation with Chu Xinran and analyzing it.
Sothing’s off with Chu Xinran!
Her behavior wasn’t about giving up on him but giving up on herself!
The realization hit Fang Zhou hard.
He couldn’t stand still any longer.
He turned abruptly, ready to run towards the building where Chu Xinran was, but Han Xi grabbed his hand.
“Where are you going?”
Dinner was about to start, and once it was over, they could leave. What could be so urgent now?
Fang Zhou’s voice was hoarse and strained as if sothing was choking him, making it hard to speak.
“Xinran... might be in trouble.”
Saying this, he glanced at Chu Xuan, hoping she heard.
Then he shook off Han Xi’s hand and sprinted away.
Han Xi stood frozen, blinking in confusion at what he had said.
Chu Xinran in trouble?
What kind of trouble? Wasn’t she sitting fine just monts ago?
Chu Xuan, hearing Fang Zhou’s words, couldn’t stay seated. She quickly approached Han Xi.
“President Chu.”
Han Xi, quick to react, greeted her first.
Chu Xuan, distracted, nodded and looked in the direction Fang Zhou had run, asking softly, “What did he an by that?”
What does he an Xinran might be in trouble?
She had made several calls to her daughter, who hadn’t answered.
Could sothing have happened in the hotel?
Chu Xuan’s heart clenched with panic, her anxious gaze falling on Han Xi, seeking help.
“Can you tell where Xinran is?”
Sensing sothing was wrong, Han Xi realized it might be serious.
“I don’t know, but he seed to be heading towards the rooms the hotel arranged for us.”
Chu Xuan quickly called for hotel staff to lead them to the rooms as fast as possible.
Fang Zhou arrived a few steps ahead, shouting Chu Xinran’s na outside the room, getting no response, feeling worse.
He urgently called the staff downstairs.
“There might be an ergency inside. Please open the door.”
Hotel staff had strict protocols and couldn’t just open guest rooms.
Until Fang Zhou punched the wall, his forehead veins bulging, angrily yelling, “She’s the Chu family’s sole heir. If she dies in there, can you bear the responsibility?”
Terrified, the staff quickly fetched a key card and opened the door.
Fang Zhou rushed in, heading straight for the bathroom.
Entering, he saw Chu Xinran lying unconscious in the bathtub, blood flowing from her arm, staining the water red.
Seeing this, Fang Zhou’s eyes widened in horror as he shouted, “Call 120!”
Chu Xuan and Han Xi, arriving just behind him, saw the scene.
Chu Xuan’s blood pressure spiked, her legs giving way, nearly fainting.
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