The Billionaire's Brokenhearted Deal-Chapter 43 - Master Mo personally applies the ointment
Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Master Mo personally applies the ointment to her
Chapter 43 -43: Master Mo personally applies the ointment to her
Qiao Ruoxin’s fingertips gently slid across the phone screen, her lips curving slightly as she looked at those wild fan comments.
Just at that moment!
A harsh knocking sound came 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 moment, 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!”
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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 messages to the tutor, and now hitting trainees here? Do you really think you’re something special just because your family has some money?”
“It’s not like that, Wen! I didn’t send those harassing messages to Mr. Lu, it was her! It was Qiao Ruoxin trying to frame me!”
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 meeting to discuss whether to allow her to withdraw from the competition.”
“It wasn’t me! I didn’t send those harassing messages to Mr. Lu!!!” Qiao Sisi screamed 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 moment were filled with grievance and innocence, and she nodded, her long, thick lashes still wet with tears.
After everyone had dispersed, Qiao Ruoxin immediately returned to normal, wiping away those stunning tears, acting as if nothing had happened.
She couldn’t help but whisper in amazement, “Playing games with me 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 demeanor, now proudly beautiful and confident, just like the online comments 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 women’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 moment, then laughed gently, “It’s nothing, I’ve already applied a cold compress.”
Mo Chen stepped into her room and handed her the medicine bag.
She accepted the medicine bag, which contained various ointments.
“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, “Come here.”
She obediently walked towards him, gazing directly at the face that every woman dreamed of being with.
Mo Chen casually picked an ointment from the medicine 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.
