He Thinks the Chair was Dirty after She Sat

Song Ci stood by the window in the ward. Upon hearing the conversation between Gu Pianpian and Huo Qing'ang, she immediately turned around. Her watery eyes welled up with a sense of grievance, looking pitiful and helpless. "Qing'ang, it's all my fault. I couldn't even handle a cup of coffee properly, and that's how you ended up burning your leg. I'm so sorry."

"Are you done talking? If you’re done, leave." Huo Qing'ang, with Gu Pianpian's assistance, slowly lay down on the bed. His voice was icy, and his impatient expression was not hidden.

Song Ci bit her lip, walked from the window to the bedside, and gazed at Huo Qing'ang with teary eyes. "I won't leave. I want to stay and take care of you."

With a tearful, aggrieved look that seemed as if she had suffered a great injustice, she turned to Huo Qing'ang.

Gu Pianpian hung Huo Qing'ang's coat casually in the wardrobe, smiling lightly. "His wife is still alive. Why would Miss Song, an outsider, need to take care of him? Isn't this a slap in the face to our Huo family?"

Outsider?

Our Huo family?

All of this should have belonged to her in the first place!

But now, it had fallen onto Gu Pianpian's head...

A strong sense of humiliation surged in Song Ci's heart, like being stabbed by countless needles at once. Gu Pianpian's words left her speechless.

Because she had no status, she truly... was an outsider.

But how could she bow her head in front of Gu Pianpian?

Song Ci pulled over a chair from the side and sat down by the hospital bed, her gaze provocative as she looked at Gu Pianpian. "Your words don't count."

Gu Pianpian was momentarily stunned, glanced at Huo Qing'ang, and signaled him not to get involved in the conversation between the two women. Then she turned to Song Ci and said casually, "Haven't several brands terminated their contracts with Miss Song recently?"

The reason the brands terminated their contracts with Song Ci was simple: her schedules were constantly delayed and changed. There were plenty of models more famous, more attractive, and with better figures than her. Song Ci was not irreplaceable, and thus, there was no reason for them to wait.

Apparently, Song Ci hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.

"The reason I've come this far is that all the resources were brought by Qing'ang. Now that he's sick and needs someone to take care of him, there's no way I'm leaving him to focus on my work." As Gu Pianpian responded, her gaze was affectionate as she looked at Huo Qing'ang.

Her words seemed deeply affectionate, but at the same time, they were seasoned with a touch of shamefulness.

Gu Pianpian's gaze darkened slightly. "Miss Song, from what you've said, someone who doesn't know the truth might think that I'm a third party trying to break up your original relationship."

Gu Pianpian emphasized the last few words, practically pointing fingers.

Song Ci naturally understood this, and her eyes began to mist up as if she had suffered a great injustice. "Mrs. Gu, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean that. I just want to be with Qing'ang. But now, you've made me so embarrassed."

"There are many opportunities in everyone’s life, but some are unique and cannot be regained once lost." Gu Pianpian shook her head, her gaze briefly revealing disappointment. "I have no misunderstandings. I just want to advise Miss Song that women should prioritize themselves and not become appendages to men, or they'll end up unhappy."

In Gu Pianpian's mind, making money always took precedence over relationships with men. But Song Ci had chosen the latter, even worse, with a married man. Wasn't that sheer madness?

Song Ci took out a tissue from her bag and gently wiped her makeup-covered eyes. "I've known Qing'ang for many years, and the experiences we've shared are something Mrs. Gu can never imagine. As for what's more important or less important, I have my own considerations."

Implicitly, she was saying, "I have a history with Huo Qing'ang that you can never understand, and you have no right to lecture me."

She wouldn't accept Gu Pianpian's false kindness.

Being with Huo Qing'ang was the most cherished dream of her life, and she would never let it slip away.

Unhappy? That was impossible...

Before Gu Pianpian could respond, Zhou Yan walked in with a stack of contracts in his arms and respectfully looked at Huo Qing'ang. "Mr. Huo, these are the contracts that require your signature today."

Huo Qing'ang nodded and glanced at the chair next to the bed. "Put them there, and then throw out this chair."

Throw out?

But Miss Song is sitting on that chair. Did Mr. Huo mean to throw the chair away with her still on it?

Zhou Yan looked at Song Ci, then back at Huo Qing'ang, his expression clearly troubled.

"Don’t you understand what I'm saying now?" Huo Qing'ang's voice grew colder when he saw Zhou Yan's hesitation. "It’s dirty."

"I understand." Seeing Huo Qing'ang's anger, Zhou Yan nodded hastily. "Miss Song, could you please stand up for a moment?"

The entire room had only one chair, and it was the one Song Ci was sitting on.

When Song Ci was talking to Gu Pianpian, Huo Qing'ang remained silent, and Song Ci thought that he had agreed with what she had said. But now, Huo Qing'ang was saying that the chair she had sat on was dirty...