Chapter 117: His Dark Eyes Wavered (7)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

#Best Actor Shen taking drugs# had been causing a lot of excitement online.

At first, everyone was in disbelieve. Yet, as Wang Wenhao insisted that Shen Liangchuan had been taking drugs, the public opinion took Wang Wenhao’s side.

Thereafter, Chuanliu Buxi had posted a video online, which made people take the middle way and slowly put their trust in Best Actor Shen. However, on the second day, there was a news agency’s reporter who claimed that she had seen Shen Liangchuan in Hua Mao Hotel, resulting in the change of people’s stand once again.

However, just when everyone believed that Shen Liangchuan really took drugs, the same news agency published an article and video about the grudges between Wang Wenhao and Shen Liangchuan.

This article immediately blasted away online, as if one poured a drip of water onto hot oil.

Shen Liangchuan’s fans begun to crusade against Wang Wenhao online. The haters and internet ghostwriters hired by Wang Wenhao had all lost their argument against Shen Liangchuan’s fans. At that moment, the situation was largely in Shen Liangchuan’s favor!

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After Qiao Lian published that article, she watched Su Meimei crash against the table in fury.

Her previous article had served as preheating for Qiao Lian. Su Meimei’s actions of working overtime to publish the article the previous night had become a joke to everyone at that moment.

Su Meimei felt as if she was a clown that had gotten tricked. Qiao Lian must have done it on purpose!

Su Meimei stared at Qiao Lian with hatred, as evil shone in her eyes.

She didn’t say anything, she only gave a cold laugh and walked into the office of the chief editor.

“Sister Qiao, I think that Su Meimei is acting out of the norm. You should be on your guard!” Xiao Ye reminded her out of concern.

Qiao Lian nodded, but she had no idea what would Su Meimei do to her. She would only be able to find ways to defend herself when her attacks came.

She took a deep breath and secretly peeked at the people in the news agency. She then told Xiao Ye, “If the chief editor asks where I have gone to, just tell her that I have left to track down more news.”

After this, she stood up and left. On the street, she turned around to look at the office building where the news agency was.

The working environment here was getting more and more stressful for her.

The managing editor used to be able to control the chief editor, and thus, the chief editor didn’t dare to be too obvious when trying to counter her. But now…

Qiao Lian mocked herself.

If she had a choice, she wouldn’t stay and work here. The place was making her feel increasingly disgusted.

She took a deep breath and walked to the roadside, where she hailed a cab.

After she got on the cab, she sat at the backseat for a while before speaking. “Sir, please take me to Hospital One.”

At that moment, there was no traffic jam and she reached the hospital in half an hour.

She walked to the side and bought some chestnuts. Since she was familiar with the place, she quickly found the VIP room, but when she looked in, there wasn’t anyone on the hospital bed.

She put the chestnuts down and looked for the caretaker asking, “Where’s Qiao Yi?”

“Oh, he’s doing his exercises in the recovery room! As the family of the patient, please persuade him. He has just completed his surgery and he shouldn’t be doing such taxing recovery exercises. However, not matter what we said, he refuses to listen.”

Qiao Lian nodded and found her way to the recovery room.

In the recovery room, there were a few people with Alzheimer’s disease. They were trying to practice with the help of the caretakers.

In the crowd of people, she immediately spotted the young Qiao Yi.

He looked exactly like her, but with a flattop haircut. As his body was not suited for movement, he rarely exercised and he had kept his skin fair and fresh. Just simply staring at it could make one jealous.

But at that moment, he was struggling to walk forward with the support of a walking stick. His forehead and hair were both soaked by his perspiration, but the resilient youth was biting his lips in concentration and seriousness, not making a sound.