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When the police saw the injured Zhu Junjie and Mong Si, they asked them to briefly explain the situation, then lifted them into a car and took them to the hospital. Other arriving officers confirmed the identity of their leader.
In the police car, Zhu Junjie completely relaxed and lost consciousness. When he woke up, it was already evening. Song Lan was sitting by his bedside, reading a book. Zhu Junjie could clearly see the fatigue on her face. The situation with Tong Tong had not yet been resolved, and now he was injured; he felt sorry for her.
With a heart full of concern, Zhu Junjie said to Song Lan, "I'm sorry." Song Lan was reading a book recommended by a psychologist; she was focused and did not notice that Zhu Junjie had woken up. When she heard his voice, she slowly turned around and said, "You're awake!" Although there was no obvious change in her expression, her tone carried an undeniable joy. "Your voice sounds a bit hoarse; I'll get you a glass of water to soothe your throat."
"I'm not thirsty." A warm feeling passed through Zhu Junjie’s heart as he tried to reach out to her when Song Lan stood up. After sleeping for a while, his body felt even more sore, and his raised arm fell back down.
Seeing his movement, Song Lan adjusted his blanket and said, "Dr. Wei said your injuries are serious; you shouldn't move around too much." She poured him a glass of water and found a straw for him. Zhu Junjie took a sip and asked, "What about him?"
"Are you talking about Mong Si? He's in the next room." Zhu Junjie wanted to check on Mong Si because he was worried about him. Song Lan briefly explained Mong Si's current condition to Zhu Junjie: "Dr. Wei said his injuries are quite serious, but he's not in any danger; he'll be fine after a few days of rest."
"With his build, he won't need a few days; I bet he'll be up and about by tomorrow." Mong Si's fighting ability was much stronger than Zhu Junjie had imagined. When he thought Mong Si was severely injured and needed to be rushed to the hospital, Mong Si had already been able to wake up and fight that impostor from Interpol.
Since witnessing Mong Si's toughness, Zhu Junjie felt completely reassured about him. "Is Tong Tong asleep?" Zhu Junjie looked around the hospital room and noticed Tong Tong lying on the bed beside him, curled up with her small frame looking much thinner under the light, which made his heart ache.
Song Lan nodded, "Today my parents came to the hospital and saw Tong Tong like this. They are especially worried but feel helpless."
They, too, could do very little for Tong Tong.
"It will be okay," Zhu Junjie held Song Lan's hand, "Tong Tong is strong and well-behaved. She was able to come out of the shadows before, and I believe she can do it again this time."
"Tong Tong's previous changes were because she received love from you all."
Because of the Zhu Family and Yang Jiaojiao's care and affection, they showed Tong Tong through their actions that there are still many people in the world who love her, dispelling the gloom she had experienced.
But now...
Song Lan picked up a book she had read nearly halfway through and continued to flip through it. The only thing she could do now was accompany Tong Tong and find suitable ways to interact with her from the doctors and books, helping her eliminate fear and gradually emerge from the shadow of being kidnapped to restore a normal life.
Seeing her like this, Zhu Junjie tightened his grip on her hand.
Song Lan was not an overly sentimental person; no matter how much she expressed her feelings when faced with difficulties, it would not change anything.
She focused intently on her reading.
Zhu Junjie had been beaten badly; although he did not have life-threatening injuries, some wounds were unbearable.
He looked somewhat pained. He initially wanted Song Lan to ask the doctor for two painkillers but recalled what Mong Si had said during their conversation—Mong Si was seriously injured yet lay there without a word. Compared to Mong Si's injuries, he felt he should not complain about his own pain...
The words he wanted to say were swallowed back down.
As he endured the pain, he drowsily told Song Lan to sleep early before quickly falling asleep.
Since Tong Tong was kidnapped, Song Lan had been sleeping poorly. As night deepened and she read for a long time, her eyes felt sore, so she rubbed them with her hands.
Song Lan approached Tong Tong's side and carefully pulled the blanket up over her.
Her phone vibrated; fearing it would disturb Tong Tong, she quickly silenced it and left the ward to answer the call.
The caller was an artist from her studio. She had not been to the studio in recent days, so Luan Shan had been handling things there. To prevent the artists from bothering her, Luan Shan sent them an email.
The artists in the studio were quite understanding; during her time in the hospital, they did not seek her out for work matters or pretend to be familiar by sending messages of concern.
At this hour, if someone called her, it was likely important.
As soon as the call connected, a sobbing voice came through.
Song Lan was not good at comforting others; after a moment of silence, she said to the person on the other end of the line, "You can talk about business first; cry later."
"…Sister Song Lan, I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Song Lan furrowed her brows slightly and remained silent.
The person on the other end of the phone was quite interesting; even though they knew they were interrupting her, they still hesitated to get to the point.
"Um... Sister Song Lan, are you busy?"
"Just say what you need directly."
"I... I think I might have offended Manager Zhou."
"Which Manager Zhou?"
"The Manager Zhou from the Zhou family."
The voice on the other end was very quiet.
Song Lan moved to the window, opened it, and felt the chill of the late autumn night breeze sweep over her, waking her muddled mind a bit.
Her relationship with Zhou Qianyi was already an open secret in Hai City. Zhou Qianyi cared for Song Lan; he was protective and would share resources with the artists under Song Lan's management. As long as the studio's artists didn’t do anything particularly outrageous, Zhou Qianyi wouldn’t hold it against them out of respect for Song Lan.
Now this artist was crying like this...
Song Lan's expression turned colder. "What did you do?"
"Today, the drama I participated in wrapped up, and the crew held a wrap party. During the party, someone was being inappropriate with me. I made an excuse to go to the restroom to escape, and I happened to run into Manager Zhou outside the private room. I... I had heard about his relationship with Sister Song Lan, so I asked him to take me away. He asked why, and I told him everything that happened in the private room. Manager Zhou wanted to go inside to find the producer to seek justice for me, but I didn’t want to escalate things; it would make it difficult for me in the entertainment industry later on. Manager Zhou said he knew the director and just wanted to go in to say hello."
The artist paused at this point.
Song Lan pinched her brow. She mentally reorganized the artist's information and reassessed her position. This artist had been interviewed by Luan Shan initially; Luan Shan had said she had good looks, performed confidently during the interview, and had excellent professional skills, making her someone worth nurturing. This person had always been under Luan Shan’s guidance, and Song Lan had little interaction with her.
However, after this phone call, Song Lan's impression of her had taken a nosedive.
Song Lan was someone who could remain calm; since the other party wasn’t speaking up, she didn’t feel the need to rush them either.
The trouble was caused by the other party. Since they are not in a hurry, she has no reason to rush either.
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