After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 262 - 261: Idol My Ass!
Chapter 262 -261: Idol My Ass!
Back then, it definitely wasn’t something that could be brushed off with just a few words.
Song Keren couldn’t help but shiver all over, “I… I…”
“Get out!”
“…”
Speechless, Song Keren could only scurry away from Lu Zhaozhao’s dressing room.
She had just reached the door when she saw Xia Wenyan and Pei Huai entering with milk teas in hand.
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Xia Wenyan’s wary eyes fixed on Song Keren, “What are you doing here?”
To him, Song Keren was pretty much as bad as Xia Wenjin.
Both had a bad relationship with Lu Zhaozhao, and it definitely wasn’t for anything good if they were looking for her.
Especially since he had just learned that Song Keren had previously sought out Lu Zhaozhao at school, wanting to collaborate with her, his gaze towards her became even more displeasing.
Pei Huai naturally shared the same animosity.
If Xia Wenyan disliked someone, he would dislike them twice as much.
Song Keren glanced up at Xia Wenyan, her anger rising somewhat, “What does it matter to you? Get lost!”
As she said this, she pushed Xia Wenyan.
Fortunately, Pei Huai was quick and agile, grabbing Xia Wenyan by the lower back and pulling him back a bit.
Song Keren’s outstretched hand missed, and she lost her balance, tumbling to the ground.
“Pfft—”
Xia Wenyan burst out laughing, not leaving her any dignity.
Song Keren, cursing, got up from the ground and was about to argue with them but happened to meet Pei Huai’s particularly sinister gaze.
It was as if, should she dare to say another word, he would reach out and rip her throat out the next second.
A chill ran down Song Keren’s neck, and she could only glare at them hatefully before leaving bitterly.
Watching Song Keren’s retreating figure, Xia Wenyan scoffed, about to walk into the dressing room when Pei Huai pulled him back.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Xia Wenyan sharply inhale, “Hiss…”
Though his voice was low, it immediately caught Pei Huai’s attention.
His brow furrowed suddenly, “Are you injured?”
He reached anxiously to lift the hem of Xia Wenyan’s shirt but saw a bruise on his waist just as he was pressing down.
His mind exploded at once.
Someone had hit Xia Wenyan without his knowing?!!
Almost instantly, he tensed up, “Who? Who laid hands on you?”
He almost gritted his teeth, his eyes red and barely visible under the hanging strands of his hair, making his expression unreadable.
He struggled to keep his voice restrained, trying to appear less dangerous.
“Let’s talk about this later, I need to give Zhaozhao…” he said, lifting up the milk tea and intending to enter the dressing room first.
But Pei Huai clung tightly to his wrist, “Tell me, how were you injured?”
The grip on his wrist tightened a bit, just to the point where it was unbearable yet he absolutely couldn’t break free.
“I…” Xia Wenyan was about to say something when Pei Huai clearly indicated “we can’t move past this unless you talk.”
He sighed, looked around, and gently tugged on the corner of Pei Huai’s shirt, “Can we go to your dressing room to talk? This…”
He looked a bit troubled.
Pei Huai hardly hesitated and immediately nodded in agreement. Gripping his wrist, he pulled him towards his own lounge.
The guests’ lounges weren’t too far away.
So Xia Wenyan quickly reached Pei Huai’s lounge.
Pei Huai led him to sit on the sofa, his eyes forcefully suppressing the rage in his heart as he spoke extremely gently, “Tell me, how did you get this injury? Don’t worry, I will protect you.”
His voice carried a deep certainty, causing Xia Wenyan to slightly startle, yet he found it hard to resist the fondness this man before him was showing.
He chuckled softly, a bit embarrassed as he scratched his head, “Actually… this injury happened while I was sparring with my older brother and Song Sinian…”
“Did they hit you?!” As Pei Huai said this, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop noticeably.
These two bastards, how dare they hit the person he cherished so deeply in his heart?!
And to hit so hard?
He had seen it clearly just now; his sides were all bruised!
Was that sparring?
That was beating!
Listening to Pei Huai’s words, Xia Wenyan’s face grew even redder, and he immediately shook his head, “No… They were letting me train, merely hitting the target in my hand.”
Hearing this, Pei Huai, though his rage somewhat subsided, still looked at Xia Wenyan with a perplexed expression.
He worried Xia Wenyan was lying.
“And the injury on your waist…”
Xia Wenyan’s face turned even more downward, “My brother thought that my martial arts were poor, so he told me to practice more, and then… While I was slacking off and sleeping on the side, I accidentally rolled over and fell, along with the water bottle I was holding…”
“…”
Upon hearing this, the tight grip of his hand on Xia Wenyan’s wrist finally relaxed.
He helplessly raised his hand and rubbed Xia Wenyan’s head, “You…”
He didn’t know what to say for a moment, feeling both heartache and finding him clumsily adorable.
“Did you apply any medicine to the injured area?” Pei Huai withdrew his hand, his gaze landing on his visibly embarrassed cheek.
But he saw him falter for a second, then reluctantly lift his head, “When I got home yesterday, I didn’t think much of it, just showered and went to bed. Who would have thought that getting up today would really kill me.”
With that, Xia Wenyan pursed his lips discontentedly, “Back in the day… Ah!”
Before he could finish his pretentious words, Pei Huai reached out and poked his waist.
Though the force at his fingertip wasn’t much, it was enough to make him gasp sharply.
And his sharp scream even startled Pei Huai.
He furrowed his brow tightly, “I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“No need!” Xia Wenyan didn’t give it a second thought before immediately clutching Pei Huai’s hand, “I, I just need to apply some ointment. If people find out I fell from atop the PK stage while sleeping, how embarrassing would that be! I am an idol!”
“…”
An idol my ass! Aren’t you the one who’s suffering?!
Though Pei Huai really wanted to say that, observing Xia Wenyan’s tightly clenched hands, he took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.
“If you don’t want to go to the hospital, just stay put. I’ll go get you some medicinal oil.”
Xia Wenyan blinked his eyes, about to argue a few more words, but in the end, under Pei Huai’s displeased gaze, obediently closed his mouth.
Alright, for the sake of his idol facade, medicinal oil wasn’t out of the question.
But when Pei Huai picked up the medicinal oil, ready to apply it, Xia Wenyan felt completely awkward.
“Brother Pei, can we discuss this?” his peach blossom eyes nervously scanning Pei Huai, clearly on guard, “You see, the injury here isn’t as bad as you think. I don’t think it’s really necessary to apply the medicinal oil…”
