The staff was in a panic. Qiao Yu saw the situation and immediately rushed over, the scene descending into chaos...
An Ru barely managed to squeeze through the crowd. An ambulance would take too long coming and going. She saw Gu Chao panic-stricken as he scooped up Song Weiwei, leaving Qiao Yu beside him stunned.
At such a critical moment, there was no time to ask about their relationship. The crowd made way as the man carried her, striding quickly out of the studio.
With this accident, An Ru, as the primary person in charge, would bear full responsibility. She preserved the scene while instructing Manager Yao to disperse the crowd, pulling out her phone to take photos for evidence. Whether this was an accident or not, she was determined to investigate thoroughly!
On the second floor, a man parted the blinds at a window and looked down. He witnessed the girl react swiftly, calmly ordering that no one from the behind-the-scenes staff responsible for the competition be allowed to leave, while also having unnecessary onlookers cleared away.
Throughout it all, there was no trace of panic—her thinking was clear and logical, without any hesitation.
The man curled his lips into a smile. This was the woman worthy of him, Shen Xiaoxing!
An Ru inspected the wire rigging equipment. The staff member bribed by Pan Zhiyao hadn't had time to stow away the faulty buckle before she caught him on the spot.
"Miss An, we checked everything beforehand. These props shouldn't have any issues..."
"Since you're all insisting the props are fine, then we'll have to let the police handle it," An Ru said expressionlessly. "Manager Yao, call the police. Miss Song's accident during her performance is our negligence. We owe her a satisfactory explanation."
Manager Yao hesitated. "Are you sure you want to call the police?"
"Is there a problem?"
Manager Yao pulled her aside and lowered his voice: "If someone really did this to Miss Song on purpose, wouldn't calling the police be walking into a trap? You said it yourself—Miss Song got hurt here. She's a public figure. If we call the police, word will get out, and Lan Zhen will suffer."
"We still owe Miss Song an explanation, don't we?" An Ru maintained a fair stance. "This wasn't an accident; it was intentional harm by someone else. If we don't call the police and let them investigate, that's covering up a crime. Do you want to face a lawsuit?"
Manager Yao was an honest man. Lately, he'd been following An Ru's orders and had practically become her sidekick. This accident put not just her but the entire jewelry department at risk.
Besides, An Ru added, "Did you see how the CEO looked when he held Miss Song? They must know each other. If we keep debating whether to call the police and delay catching the real culprit, neither of us will escape blame!"
Their CEO was a lone wolf, unfazed even by the persistent Zhou family daughter chasing after him. Yet he cared so much when Song Weiwei got hurt—there had to be some indescribable relationship between them.
Thinking it over, Manager Yao quickly weighed what was minor and what was major, silently stepped aside, and dialed the police.
...
At the hospital, Song Weiwei was rushed into the emergency room, where He Su happened to be on duty.
He came out of the operating room, pulling off his white mask. A few people were gathered in the hallway, and as the door opened, they surged forward to ask about her condition, with Gu Chao at the forefront.
He Su paused. "You're not her family. Why are you so worked up?"
"Cut the crap!"
Oh, with that look like he was about to throw a punch, the woman inside must mean something special to him, huh?
"The patient's injuries aren't severe. She just hit her head and needs careful rest. Nothing else is major—no life-threatening issues."
He deliberately turned and emphasized the last words to Gu Chao: "You can relax now!"
"..."
Soon, Song Weiwei was moved to a VIP ward. Qiao Yu returned after paying the medical bills and saw Gu Chao sitting in the room, staring deeply at the woman on the bed.
He hadn't had time to ask about their relationship earlier. Now that Song Weiwei was out of danger, to protect her safety, he decided to step in and remind him.
"President Gu, thank you for getting Weiwei to the hospital in time. Since she's fine now, I'll stay with her. You can go ahead and attend to your business."
He was giving him the boot.
Gu Chao glanced at him, then his gaze fell on the pale-faced woman. Seeing her features so reminiscent of Mu Yan, he took a deep breath, stood up, and said to Qiao Yu, "I'll get to the bottom of this accident as soon as possible and give Miss Song a satisfactory answer."
"Thank you, President Gu."
As he left the ward, Gu Chao let out a deep sigh. A flippant voice reached him.
He Su leaned against the railing, smoking. "President Gu, kicked out after just ten minutes in the ward?"
His tone was annoyingly smug. If it weren't for the public setting, Gu Chao would have wanted to punch him.
"Dr. He, the beauty~" he said with a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So fond of gossip?"
"Tch, you looking for a beating!?" He Su bristled at the nickname.
Years ago, at an event, his effeminate looks and short stature—barely over 1.7 meters with no muscle to speak of—had led a staff member to mistake him for a woman. Gu Chao and Shen Xiaoxing had mocked him for years over that!
Since then, to assert his masculinity, he'd thrown himself into fitness, dressed edgy and wild, and cultivated such a hot temper that no one dared question his gender anymore!