Chapter 235: The No-Name Star Beckons, the Benefactor Becomes a Simp 8

Chapter 235: A Nobody Crooks a Finger, and a Sugar Daddy Becomes a Simp 8

He carried Lin Huaiqing to the bathroom, and the door slammed shut with a bang. Qin Song stood outside, awkwardly rubbing his nose.

The sound of running water went on for a while before gradually stopping.

He really must have had to go badly.

As soon as Lin Huaiqing finished washing his hands and opened the door, Qin Song was standing right outside, guarding him like a guard on duty.

It immediately reminded Lin Huaiqing of someone.

"I'll carry you back."

Without another word, Qin Song scooped Lin Huaiqing up and carried him back to the bed. This time, Lin Huaiqing was as quiet as a mouse, letting Qin Song carefully reposition his injured leg.

Qin Song lay back down, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

The arm that had held Lin Huaiqing seemed to have a mind of its own, still retaining Lin Huaiqing's warmth.

Having been single for over twenty years, he had thought himself a purely asexual person—uninterested in both men and women.

But the pounding in his chest now told him otherwise: the man before him was the first love he had found ten years too late.

Smelling the lingering scent of Lin Huaiqing on himself, Qin Song felt like a lovesick teenager, his face flushed red to the ears.

Lin Huaiqing lay in bed, feeling a little down.

It was true what they said—be careful what you wish for.

Back in his past life, he had joked about Qin Zhizhou, saying that since Qin Zhizhou had a stomach ulcer, not a fracture, there was no need to carry him to the bathroom.

And now, sure enough, he had a fracture.

"Qin Song, are you asleep?"

"Not yet. Why?"

"Can you ask the doctor tomorrow when my crutches will get here?"

He really didn't want some strange man carrying him to the bathroom anymore!!

It was way too humiliating.

"Okay... I'll ask first thing tomorrow morning."

Three days passed...

"Are my crutches here yet?"

"The doctor said medical equipment is in short supply and they haven't arrived yet. Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"..."

Were there really that many people in the hospital with broken legs? How had crutches become so hard to come by?

At a loss, he could only try to drink less water and bother Qin Song less.

Ever since he got injured, Qin Song, his boss, had been at the hospital almost every day to keep him company.

He often worked remotely from the hospital room, holding meetings with his employees.

Still, Lin Huaiqing figured Qin Song's company probably wasn't all that big or successful.

Otherwise, how could such a big boss take so many days off work and stay at the hospital the whole time?

Qin Song not only stayed by his bedside but also handled his three meals a day.

He never ate from the hospital cafeteria—Qin Song's driver always brought them takeout.

"Qin Song, what restaurant did you have your driver order from? The food is really good. Once my leg heals, I'd like to go there myself."

"It's made by my housekeeper. If you want to try it, come over after you're discharged, and I'll have her make some for you."

"Oh! Your housekeeper is really good."

Lin Huaiqing knew perfectly well that Qin Song was just being polite. Once he recovered, the two of them would be square.

There was no way he'd actually go to Qin Song's house for a meal. No matter how good the food was, he didn't have the nerve.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. But with modern medical technology, Lin Huaiqing was able to leave the hospital after about a month.

He could finish recovering at home.

On the day he was discharged, the custom-made crutches he had ordered at the hospital finally arrived.

Qin Song scurried around, loading all of Lin Huaiqing's belongings into his car.

Seeing such a big boss running around for him, Lin Huaiqing felt a little embarrassed.

But with both hands on crutches, he couldn't lend a hand.

"Okay, everything's packed. Get in, I'll drive you home."

The back seat was spacious, with a huge gap between the two of them. If Lin Huaiqing had glanced over, he would have noticed that beneath Qin Song's calm exterior, his hands were trembling slightly.

"This is it. Thanks for the ride home." Lin Huaiqing stood at the door but didn't rush to open it. "By the way, let's swap contact info."

He had spent nearly every day with Qin Song at the hospital, yet it had never occurred to him to exchange numbers.

Qin Song's heart skipped a beat with joy as he handed his phone to Lin Huaiqing.

"Done. And since I'm half to blame for the red-light incident, I can't let you cover all the medical bills. Go back and add it up—I'll send you my half."

With that, Lin Huaiqing turned to open the door and go inside.

By the rules of hospitality, he really should invite Qin Song in for a seat and a cup of tea.

But this house still had many traces of his life with Fei Xiu. There were even photos of the two of them still up on the wall.

Although Fei Xiu was a truly awful person, Lin Huaiqing didn't want to get dragged into any of that.

So it was better not to say anything about it.

"Wait! Here, this is for you." Seeing the door about to close, Qin Song quickly pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lin Huaiqing.

"This is my card. If you ever need anything, work or personal, feel free to reach out anytime."

"Mr. Qin, you're too kind—you even offer after-sales service for running someone over!" Lin Huaiqing said jokingly.

Unfortunately, his industry was quite unique. Even if Qin Song was a big boss, when it came to the entertainment circle, not even God himself could call the shots.

"Um... even if you're fine, you can still call me."

"Huh?"

"Never mind... go on in and get some rest." Qin Song, smitten for the first time, beat a hasty retreat.

Once he closed the door, Lin Huaiqing glanced at the business card in his hand.

"CEO of Aurora Group—Qin Song."

Aurora Group sounded vaguely familiar, but since he wasn't from this world originally, he didn't know much about it.

He casually set the card aside and went to the bathroom to run a bath.

Fortunately, his bathtub at home could easily fit two grown men. Lin Huaiqing rested his injured leg over the edge and took a nice long soak.

It wore him out, but the moment he lay down on the bed after his bath, he figured it was totally worth it.

After recuperating for two months, on the day his cast was removed, Lin Huaiqing was surprised to find that his fractured right leg was a size smaller than his left.

It was pale and skinny, looking a bit lopsided.

The doctor said this was normal and that it would recover with increased exercise.

However, given his current condition, he wasn't suited for weight-bearing training, so the doctor just told him to take regular walks.

For those three months, Fei Xiu seemed to have completely disappeared from his life.

No talk of breaking up, no communication whatsoever.

This was exactly what Lin Huaiqing wanted.

Most importantly, after that time he flipped the table in public, the system hadn't called him out for being out of character, and the whole thing just blew over.

After being unlucky for so long, he finally caught a break. The ancient costume drama he had filmed months ago was finally airing.

From the cast and crew to the filming and editing, it was an S-tier production. Within days of its release, it hit 10 billion views and 1 billion discussions.