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"The doctor said that the lumbar spine injury requires physical therapy, so you need to cooperate well," Mother Fu indicated towards He Xiaozhu, who was lying on her side in the hospital room.
"What physical therapy?" Fu Qingyu frowned, his expression tightening.
"It's something like... sit-ups," Mother Fu said, gesturing with her palm facing down in a rising motion.
Before Fu Qingyu could refuse, he was already pushed into the hospital room by Mother Fu, with a wide white rehabilitation belt hanging from his hands.
"The doctor said that before the physical therapy, you must remember to tie this rehabilitation belt around your waist for the treatment to be effective."
He Xiaozhu's face turned as red as if it could bleed. Fu Qingyu braced himself and said, "Alright, let me help you put on the belt."
He Xiaozhu lowered her head, too shy to speak, and obediently allowed him to fasten the Rehabilitation Belt around her waist. Then they began the so-called "physical therapy."
Fu Qingyu firmly held He Xiaozhu's legs down, forcing her to use her waist muscles to sit up. This was repeated twenty to thirty times every day.
What was the difference from doing sit-ups?
He Xiaozhu glanced at Fu Qingyu's hand; the warmth coming through her hospital gown made him feel somewhat uneasy. She gritted her teeth and, using her waist strength, suddenly sat up. Fu Qingyu instinctively leaned forward, and in an instant, the distance between them shrank to less than five centimeters.
Without the barrier of his black-framed glasses, he could even see her long, curled eyelashes clearly.
Thump—thump—Fu Qingyu couldn't tell whether this chaotic heartbeat came from himself or her.
Warm sunlight poured in, illuminating the beautiful, picturesque profiles of the two.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
"Qingyu!" The unexpected guest who pushed the door open shattered the tranquility. The newcomer was tall and stunning, dressed in a snow-white dress. Her wavy brown hair cascaded elegantly down to her waist, swaying gracefully in the breeze. A pair of oversized Dior sunglasses rested on her exquisitely made-up face, exuding a star-like aura.
"Yali?" Faced with the sudden arrival of his girlfriend, Fu Qingyu awkwardly sat up from beside He Xiaozhu. "What are you doing back?"
Fan Yali was a professional model, living a jet-set lifestyle, constantly shuttling between major fashion shows. At this moment, she should have been walking the runway in Paris; how could she suddenly appear here?
While alarm bells rang in Fu Qingyu's mind, he was also filled with confusion.
"If I don't come back soon, my boyfriend will be snatched away by some little vixen," Fan Yali said sharply, clearly not here for a friendly visit.
He Xiaozhu kept her head down and remained silent, afraid to retort against Fan Yali's pointed remarks. Fu Qingyu couldn't bear to watch any longer and interjected, "Yali, don’t speak like that. Xiaozhu is my secretary and has been like a sister to me since we were kids. My mom asked me to take care of her more. It’s not what you think."
"Not what I think?" Fan Yali scoffed coldly. "So it’s what I see then? What were you doing on top of her?"
"It’s not like that, Miss Fan. The doctor said I have a back injury and need physical therapy, so Qingyu was just helping me..." He Xiaozhu struggled to sit up despite the pain, trying to explain.
"Qingyu?" Fan Yali's gaze turned icy. "That sounds rather intimate." With that, she strode over to the hospital bed and forcefully grabbed He Xiaozhu's arm. "A back injury? You look perfectly fine to me! Where do you look injured? Where?!"
The rough movement made He Xiaozhu gasp in pain, "Miss Fan, please let go..."
"I won't let go! I want to see how long this little fox can pretend!" Fan Yali's relentless attitude angered Fu Qingyu. "Enough! What are you acting like? If those paparazzi catch this, there will be news to write!"
Fu Qingyu forcefully dragged Fan Yali to the door of the hospital room. "Can you stop making a scene?"
With tears in her beautiful eyes, Fan Yali cried in a way that was truly pitiful. "Qingyu, you weren't like this before. You never spoke to me this way. You've changed... you've changed!"
"I..." Fu Qingyu was at a loss for words, then sighed helplessly. "Yali, don’t overthink it. Just go home for now, and I'll explain everything later, okay?"
Seeing his attitude soften, Fan Yali realized that continuing to pick a fight wouldn't benefit anyone. She decided to take a step back and said gently, "Then I'll head home first. I'll wait for you for dinner tonight."
After saying that, she deliberately kissed Fu Qingyu in a place where He Xiaozhu could see, then turned and left.
He Xiaozhu listened to the crisp sound of high heels clicking against the tiled floor, and as she thought about the kiss she had just witnessed, an inexplicable sense of loss and sadness welled up inside her.
She sniffed and thought to herself that she must really be quite unwell.
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