Chapter 75: Master Lu Bears Two Big Pots of Blame

Early morning.

Lu Nan reached out and scooped at the air, only then noticing the person still lying beside her.

The winter sun shone warmly into the room, sprinkling over Song Wenwei’s body like a little elf. The entertainment industry’s glow really nourished people—seeing her on a phone screen was nothing compared to having her right there next to her.

She could even see the fine fuzz on Song Wenwei’s face. Lu Nan’s hand traced her features in the air.

Stroke by stroke: eyes, nose, mouth…

Just as she was lost in admiration, there came a click—the door opened. Lu Nan’s ears twitched, and she instantly withdrew her hand, closing her eyes to feign sleep.

The person saw the two of them embracing on the bed, sighed first, then resignedly placed breakfast on the table.

“Haha, Second Sis, good morning,” Lu Nan said, pretending to have just woken up, her eyelids drooping.

Li Erning crossed her legs and hugged her chest, staring at them. “Don’t play dumb. You’ve been awake for ages. I’m not gonna scold you two, so cut the act in front of me.”

“Fine, you caught me.”

Her gaze roamed over the pair, hesitating for a moment before she decided to speak up. “I just hope you don’t stir up trouble. You two are still patients—Song Wenwei’s got a concussion, and your leg needs rest. No funny business.”

“Who’s doing funny business? We’ve been pure as can be. Don’t slander us!” The sleepiness vanished from Lu Nan’s eyes. “Heavens, I didn’t do anything!”

She and Song Wenwei had only kissed—a number she could count on one hand—and now they were slapping this label on her? Was she that kind of person?!

Li Erning turned away with a cold laugh. “Beats me. Anyway, you’d better get back to your own bed. Two people squeezing together might lead to sparks flying…”

She paused, suddenly thinking of something. “You didn’t do this on purpose, did you?”

“Purposefully what?” Lu Nan looked innocent. “What’s going on? I just woke up and bam—two big pots of blame dumped on me. So unfair!”

“I knew it was on purpose,” Li Erning said confidently. “Didn’t expect Lu Nan, after a year-plus in the industry, to have her mind tainted like that. Oh no, my pure little Lu Nan is gone forever.”

“What are you trying to say?”

Li Erning dropped the teasing expression. “Get back to your own bed quick. You’ll have plenty of chances to sleep together. Don’t be stupid enough to break your contract with that foot of yours. Rest up properly.”

She slapped Lu Nan’s shoulder hard, making it hurt.

“Sis, did you just break my bone…?”

It wasn’t an exaggeration—Li Erning had mostly raised her with beatings back in the day. No one could take three punches from her; her fists were strong and ruthless. Anyone who saw her had to run first to save their own skin.

Li Erning didn’t even glance at her, knowing it was just trash talk, and ignored it.

“Later, Song Wenwei’s agent and your assistant will be here. Don’t let them walk in on you two like this…” She trailed off, then stood up. The heavy thud of her Martin boots echoed as she added a final warning: “Rest well. No shenanigans. I’m off to work.”

Lu Nan nodded in agreement and started digging into the breakfast.

The person beside her hadn’t woken yet. The doctor had said her brain had suffered trauma before and couldn’t take heavy impacts; she needed good rest these next few days.

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“Got it, got it. You’re haunting me? I’m on my way to the ward now. Whatever it is, tell me later…”

The footsteps stopped outside the door. Ran Li had rushed over upon hearing Song Wenwei was in a car accident. Fortunately, it wasn’t serious—if she’d been left with any lingering issues, that would’ve been disastrous.

She was about to push the door open when her eyes inadvertently glanced inside.

The spacious room held two hospital beds. Ran Li knew this private hospital— it was always single rooms, never like this.

But that wasn’t the strangest part. A woman in patient garb, her ankle wrapped in plaster, slowly climbed down from one bed, shuffled over reluctantly, and lay down on the other.

Even someone slow on the uptake would spot something off.

Ran Li’s heart sank as she already plotted how to deal with this person.

Taking a closer look, that all-too-familiar face flashed in her mind.

Wasn’t this the Lu Nan who’d been making waves a few days ago?!

Why was she here?

To confirm, Ran Li wondered if she’d gotten the wrong room. She stepped back, checked the number, and verified it was correct.

And on that bed lay none other than Song Wenwei. The angle obscured her a bit, but Ran Li would never mistake her.

So why had Lu Nan gotten off Song Wenwei’s bed? It looked like she’d snuck onto it and was now sneaking back—like a thief!

Ran Li didn’t push the door. She quietly left and returned to her car. The hospital needed quiet; she couldn’t make a scene.

Once in the car, she yanked the door shut.

“Damn it!” Ran Li slammed the dashboard. Luckily, the nanny van’s table was sturdy. She cursed loudly: “That vixen Lu Nan must’ve been secretly eyeing our Wenwei!”

“No wonder they rushed her to the hospital first—and the same room, no less. Who knows what tricks she pulled to turn a single room into this…”

Coercion? Bribery? Seduction? Or something else!

Fire blazed in Ran Li’s eyes. “So that’s how it is. Fine, fine, you Lu Nan—looking all prim and proper while sneaking around like a dog after chicken. I absolutely won’t let Wenwei’s career be ruined like this!”

The assistant nodded vigorously beside her, handing over a teacup to soothe her. Cautiously, she said, “It’s not that serious, right? Lu Nan did save Wenwei-jie. Without her, Wenwei-jie might’ve fallen into the river.”

“She clearly has ulterior motives!” Ran Li set the water aside and exhaled sharply, her mind in turmoil. “I’ve managed her for two years—two years without a single scandal!”

“We can ignore Lu Nan hyping that CP quietly a few days ago, but you know what? I just saw it with my own eyes—she climbed off Wenwei’s bed! What the hell is that?!”

“Taking advantage while she’s ill to finish her off? No wonder—why wait two hours after sending her to the hospital to call us? Is Song Wenwei one of theirs?!”

The assistant nodded. “True. We’re Wenwei-jie’s team; she has no right to take over everything. Even if there’s an investigation, we have the standing.”

“What kind of private hospital is this? Who knows if it’s reliable. Tomorrow, I’m transferring Wenwei to the top hospital. And not just that—we’re reporting the drugging incident, investigating the guardrail too. That stinking Lu Nan won’t get anywhere near our Wenwei!”

“Ran-jie, are you still going to the hospital?” The assistant fidgeted anxiously. “Wenwei-jie’s car accident video got leaked online.”

Ran Li looked up. “Wasn’t it suppressed?”

“No, someone leaked it anyway. The internet’s in chaos now—some cursing, some feeling sorry…”

“Who’s getting cursed?”

“All sorts—Wenwei-jie, us, and… and Lu Nan too.”

“Ignore them,” Ran Li said, sorting out the stakes in her head.

In her earlier rage, she’d been too protective and almost forgot: without Lu Nan’s timely arrival, Song Wenwei might not have made it. They would’ve been the ones truly at fault.

She instructed: “I’m heading back to the hospital. Get everything ready.”