Chapter 21: Not Just Acting—Calculation

A small number of Liu Bolin’s fans still pretended to be blind, jumping up and down and clamoring that Sang Zhiyi had deliberately staged the whole thing to frame Liu Bolin, only to be met with widespread mockery from netizens.

Weren’t those words spoken by Liu Bolin himself?

Weren’t those actions done by Liu Bolin himself?

Had Sang Zhiyi held a gun to Liu Bolin’s head and forced him?

When the hospital released Sang Zhiyi’s diagnosis—the clear words “respiratory alkalosis” in black and white—even the last few who wanted to argue could only shut up sheepishly.

The diagnosis was, of course, real.

Sang Zhiyi herself could vouch for that.

This was the script she had written from the very beginning when she schemed against Liu Bolin.

Sang Zhiyi’s acting skills were already flawless, and by deliberately stirring her own emotions and controlling her own physical reactions, she was able to achieve the effect of hyperventilation and a short-term increase in plasma calcium carbonate concentration, thereby producing symptoms of alkalosis.

Seventy percent real and thirty percent fabricated, it could easily fool everyone.

This was one of the techniques Sang Zhiyi had mastered at a very young age.

As long as it was operated properly and handled correctly in a timely manner, the damage to the body was almost negligible.

Having grown up in such an environment, this had become an essential skill for Sang Zhiyi.

From the moment she fell to the ground until she was taken to the hospital, Sang Zhiyi had actually been conscious the entire time.

Only after she confirmed that everything was proceeding according to her script did she allow herself to fall asleep.

So Sang Zhiyi knew very well that it was Lou Yanchen who had picked her up and taken her to the ambulance.

Although Sang Zhiyi had hardly put any effort into dealing with the scumbag Lou Yanchen, it was certainly a good thing that she now had some weight in his heart.

She could use that.

Before falling asleep, Sang Zhiyi had prepared herself to face Lou Yanchen’s face upon waking up, and she had several plans to secure as many benefits as possible from Lou Yanchen.

But the more likely possibility was that Lou Yanchen wouldn’t stay at the hospital waiting for her, and she would be facing medical staff when she woke up.

However, the result completely exceeded Sang Zhiyi’s expectations.

When Sang Zhiyi woke up again, the first person she saw was actually Song Ying.

Song Ying was sitting by her hospital bed, his hand holding his phone and turning it absentmindedly, his face expressionless, seemingly lost in thought about something.

His entire being was enveloped in a faint aura of exhaustion.

Sang Zhiyi quickly surveyed her surroundings and realized she was in a luxurious single patient room.

She and Song Ying were the only two people in the entire room.

“…Director Song?”

Sang Zhiyi chose to ask directly.

Her voice was a bit hoarse from not having spoken for too long, and her volume was very low, but Song Ying still noticed the movement immediately.

Song Ying snapped out of his daze in an instant, his eyes regaining focus.

He jerked his head toward the hospital bed and met Sang Zhiyi’s gaze.

Sang Zhiyi could clearly see the burst of surprise in Song Ying’s eyes.

He immediately stood up, tossed his phone onto the edge of the bed, and pressed the call button by the bedside to summon the doctors.

Then, he looked at Sang Zhiyi, then glanced around the room, as if he wanted to do something but didn’t know exactly what to do.

He looked unusually, almost adorably, dazed.

Sang Zhiyi: “…Pfft.”

A slightly hoarse laugh echoed in the quiet hospital room, exceptionally distinct.

Song Ying raised an eyebrow, as if trying to cover up his own embarrassment, and smiled in a particularly mischievous way.

“Oh?

You’re this energetic as soon as you wake up?”

Sang Zhiyi blinked, her face full of innocence as she changed the subject.

“I’m so thirsty.

Director Song, could you get me a glass of water?”

Sang Zhiyi could tell that Song Ying wanted to take care of her, but he had absolutely no relevant experience at all.

He didn’t know how to care for a patient who had just regained consciousness from a coma, nor what he should do first for her benefit.

Faced with such obvious goodwill, Sang Zhiyi wouldn’t easily let it go to waste.

She directly handed Song Ying a steady and stable way out, making it easy for him to take it.

Song Ying gave a “Heh” with his mouth, but his hands moved quickly.

He got up and poured water for Sang Zhiyi.

The medical staff soon arrived in the room, examined Sang Zhiyi, asked her questions, gave her some precautions, and told her that she could be discharged after resting for another two or three days.

This was completely consistent with Sang Zhiyi’s own experience.

As long as she rested a little, she would be fine.

While the doctor was listing the precautions, Sang Zhiyi noticed that Song Ying, holding the water glass beside her, was listening even more attentively than she was.

Sang Zhiyi’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Director Song was already this invested in her?

That tie really had some serious power.

After parting from Song Ying at the mall, Sang Zhiyi had carefully selected items in the store, deliberately avoided the cameras, and asked the store staff to help wrap the gift.

The gift was that tie that Sang Zhiyi had once held up against Song Ying, the one he clearly liked but refused to admit, to the point of walking away entirely.

Since Song Ying had taken a liking to it, Sang Zhiyi wasn’t stingy.

She bought the tie with her own money.

Sang Zhiyi had spent almost all the money she had on hand to suppress the trending searches for Zhongli Miaomiao.

This tie wasn’t cheap either, and after paying for it, Sang Zhiyi’s financial situation was nearly destitute.

She really needed to make some money.

But it shouldn’t be long before the God of Wealth came knocking on her door.

At that time, Sang Zhiyi had avoided the cameras, asked the store for paper and pen, written a simple handwritten card, and asked the store to deliver it to Song Ying after the show’s filming ended.

To spare Song Ying’s feelings, Sang Zhiyi didn’t even sign her name on the card, and specifically told the staff not to say who the gift was from.

That way, even if Song Ying received the gift and realized she had seen through him, feeling somewhat embarrassed and angry, he would still have enough reason to pretend he didn’t know.

The two of them could both knowingly play dumb.

With the help of the medical team, Sang Zhiyi was now half-sitting up, propped against her pillow.

Song Ying handed her the water glass.

“Here.”

Sang Zhiyi took it obediently.

“Thank you, Director Song.”

Sang Zhiyi felt the glass with her hand.

The water was warm, neither cold nor hot, just right to drink immediately.

Her right index finger traced a line on the glass.

While being examined by the medical team, Sang Zhiyi hadn’t been able to see how Song Ying had poured her water.

But judging by this, although this man had no experience taking care of others, he was quite attentive.

This water temperature was clearly prepared deliberately.

After slowly drinking half a glass of water, Sang Zhiyi felt much better.

She cleared her throat, and her voice was no longer hoarse.

“Could I trouble Director Song to tell me what time it is now?”

Sang Zhiyi wanted to know how long she had been asleep this time.

Song Ying found it a bit amusing.

“You can hold a water glass, but you can’t hold your phone?”

Sang Zhiyi’s phone was right on her bedside table, within easy reach.

If she wanted to check the date and time, it would be very simple.

She didn’t need to ask him at all.

“How could that be the same?”

Sang Zhiyi hummed, her voice tinged with a nasal tone, soft and coquettish.

“You handed me the water glass with your own hand, but not the phone.”

Sang Zhiyi looked up at Song Ying, her eyes sparkling.

“I just want to hear you tell me yourself.”

After speaking, without moving her gaze, she raised the glass and took another sip of water, drinking slowly, looking thoroughly pleased.

Song Ying: “…”

This was the first time Sang Zhiyi had seen Song Ying blush.

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