??Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Master Mo personally applies the ointnt to her
Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Master Mo personally applies the ointnt to her
Qiao Ruoxin’s fingertips gently slid across the phone screen, her lips curving slightly as she looked at those wild fan comnts.
Just at that mont!
A harsh knocking sound ca from the door!
She stood up to open it, and Qiao Sisi, with a fierce expression, stood outside and slapped her across the face.
With a ‘smack,’ many people in the hallway were startled by the scene.
“Qiao Ruoxin, you did this on purpose, didn’t you? I’m going to kill you!”
At that mont, Qiao Ruoxin’s delicate expression was so pitiful it tugged at the heartstrings, “What are you talking about? I can’t understand a word…”
The next second, tears slowly slid down her exquisitely small face, eliciting sympathy.
“You’re the one who posted that video! Stop pretending! I know it was you! You whore!”
Qiao Sisi’s face was full of hatred, her right hand raised again, readying another slap.
Unexpectedly, Wen Wan, who had arrived upon hearing the commotion, caught her in the act, angrily shouting, “Qiao Sisi! You have gone too far! Sending harassing ssages to the tutor, and now hitting trainees here? Do you really think you’re sothing special just because your family has so money?”
“It’s not like that, Wen! I didn’t send those harassing ssages to Mr. Lu, it was her! It was Qiao Ruoxin trying to fra !”
Qiao Sisi panicked, unsure of how to explain herself.
Wen Wan directly instructed the staff, “Take her away and let her cool down! Then we’ll have a eting to discuss whether to allow her to withdraw from the competition.”
“It wasn’t ! I didn’t send those harassing ssages to Mr. Lu!!!” Qiao Sisi scread and struggled, but she was still forcibly taken away by the staff.
Wen Wan glanced at Qiao Ruoxin’s face and said, “Go and apply a cold compress later.”
Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes at that mont were filled with grievance and innocence, and she nodded, her long, thick lashes still wet with tears.
After everyone had dispersed, Qiao Ruoxin imdiately returned to normal, wiping away those stunning tears, acting as if nothing had happened.
She couldn’t help but whisper in amazent, “Playing gas with
with that level of intelligence?”
As she was about to close the door, she saw Kong Ling hiding aside.
Kong Ling thought she must be seeing things.
The Qiao Ruoxin who had just been crying so pitifully had instantly changed her deanor, now proudly beautiful and confident, just like the online comnts described her: Mortal Princess.
Qiao Ruoxin looked at Kong Ling’s incredulous face and gave a slight smile, “I graduated from the Film Academy, crying scenes are my forte.”
Then, Kong Ling watched her close the room door.
She was truly impressive, those beautiful eyes still clouded with mist, her control impeccable.
…
Evening.
The recording of the show had been suspended for the afternoon because of the incident with Qiao Sisi.
Qiao Ruoxin simply went to sleep to make up for lost sleep.
A knock on the door woke her, and she frowned slightly, calling out displeased, “Who is it…”
She got up to open the door, and in that instant, her eyes widened in slight surprise, “Mo Chen Brother!”
This damn man, how could he barge into the won’s dormitory again in the middle of the night?
The man’s slender fingers lifted her chin, his expression grave as he looked at her right cheek, his voice deep, “It’s swollen.”
Qiao Ruoxin was taken aback for a mont, then laughed gently, “It’s nothing, I’ve already applied a cold compress.”
Mo Chen stepped into her room and handed her the dicine bag.
She accepted the dicine bag, which contained various ointnts.
“It’s not that serious, I’ll be fine after a night’s rest.”
Mo Chen was wearing a white shirt that evening, spotless, with black trousers, the sleeves casually rolled up, adorned with a rose gold wristwatch.
His expression darkened, he stared intently at Qiao Ruoxin’s face, “Co here.”
She obediently walked towards him, gazing directly at the face that every woman dread of being with.
Mo Chen casually picked an ointnt from the dicine bag and applied it to her face, those profound, ocean-like eyes so serious, so deep…
Qiao Ruoxin slightly lifted her chin, quietly watching his face, the wound on her forehead already scabbed over.
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