Chapter Sixty: What Tricks Are You Playing Before Me?

When Rong Qiao woke up, the first thing she saw was Xie Jinchuan standing not far away.

She took a deep breath.

“Qingli...”

Her voice was hoarse, drawing Shen Qingli’s attention. Seeing Rong Qiao awake, she quickly walked over and poured her a glass of water.

“Drink some water before you speak, your throat must be sore,” Shen Qingli said, her expression calm and indifferent.

“My dear Qiao, you’re finally awake. Do you know how much you scared me? Promise me you’ll never do something like this again, alright?”

“What would I do if anything happened to you?”

“How could I explain to others? Oh my little star, now your leg is broken, you can’t act anymore, alas…”

Her agent rushed forward as soon as Rong Qiao woke, spilling out a torrent of words, her eyes full of regret that Rong Qiao could no longer film.

Shen Qingli frowned, but said nothing more. After all, it was their business, nothing to do with her, right?

“Qingli, don’t feel guilty about this. I was just afraid you’d get hurt.”

“I happened to be near you, so I helped you out. Otherwise, you’d be more seriously injured than me.”

Rong Qiao spoke gently, as if she truly cared for Shen Qingli.

“Thank you for what you did. If you ever need anything from me, just ask—I’ll do what I can,” Shen Qingli replied, uncertain what else to say. She feared mishandling things, worried the internet would tear her apart if she did, so she could only respond this way.

Xie Jinchuan watched Rong Qiao, a cold light flickering in his eyes.

Just then, the doctor called someone to pick up medicine.

“Go with her, I’ll stay here,” Xie Jinchuan said softly. Shen Qingli nodded and left with the nurse.

After all, Rong Qiao was injured because of him—it was only right he take care of her.

Once they left, only Rong Qiao and Xie Jinchuan remained in the ward.

The atmosphere grew awkward. Rong Qiao sensed a murderous intent emanating from him.

She slowly turned her head to look at Xie Jinchuan standing there. “Mr. Xie, why are you looking at me as if I were some unforgivable criminal?”

She spoke coldly, her eyes showing irritation.

“Isn’t that what you are?” he replied, his voice icy as he stepped toward her, spiritual energy gathering in his palm.

Seeing the energy form in his hand, Rong Qiao’s expression dimmed.

“Mr. Xie, after all, we share the same lineage. If you act against me, heavenly thunder will come for you. Hurting me is one thing, but what if Shen Qingli gets hurt?”

Hearing this, Xie Jinchuan hesitated.

What she said was true: if he were to strike her, it would indeed invoke heavenly thunder, and its damage would be indiscriminate. If Shen Qingli were caught in it, the consequences would be dire.

Thinking of this, Xie Jinchuan withdrew his spiritual power.

Seeing him relent, Rong Qiao finally relaxed.

“I mean no harm to Shen Qingli. If I meant her harm, I wouldn’t have saved her,” Rong Qiao said bitterly, her gaze fixed on the man before her. “Xie Jinchuan, you could have chosen better. Why cling so desperately to Shen Qingli?”

“Tell me, if she knew you were the one who caused her fall, do you think she could still accept you?”

At these words, Xie Jinchuan froze.

He looked at her coldly. “Rong Qiao, if Qingli ever learns anything, I will never forgive you—do you believe it?”

Seeing his threatening expression, Rong Qiao grew even more jealous of Shen Qingli.

Why? Why did he lavish such care on Shen Qingli, yet scorn her? She was the one who shared his lineage, who had accompanied him for a thousand years—why could he not see her?

With reddened eyes, Rong Qiao spoke, tears glimmering at the corners.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the rising frenzy inside her. She absolutely could not let him sense anything…

But Xie Jinchuan still felt something amiss and strode quickly to stand before her.

Just then, Rong Qiao saw Shen Qingli returning with the medicine. Immediately, she used her spiritual power to pull Xie Jinchuan close, deliberately striking a suggestive pose.

She then feigned surprise, a hint of panic crossing her face.

“Qingli, we… it’s not what you think. There’s nothing between us…”

Seeing this obvious attempt to cover up, Shen Qingli raised an eyebrow, her gaze landing on the lipstick stain on Xie Jinchuan’s white shirt.

“Tsk, your shirt’s dirty. Let’s go home and change,” she said, tossing the medicine onto Rong Qiao’s bed and dragging Xie Jinchuan out by his tie.

At the door, she paused and cast a sidelong glance at Rong Qiao sitting on the bed. “Miss Rong, I hope you don’t play such tricks in front of me.”

She did not rage as Rong Qiao had expected, nor did she quarrel with Xie Jinchuan.

Could it be that she truly didn’t understand human emotions?

No… Shen Qingli was not human. She was a demon!

Yes, Shen Qingli was a demon!

Demons valued feelings above all. Surely, after seeing her behave so intimately with Xie Jinchuan, Shen Qingli would react?

Impossible that she wouldn’t.

Thinking this, Rong Qiao’s expression relaxed.

She smiled, then glanced at her agent, red light flickering in her eyes.

“Hurry and call the media and reporters here. Are you waiting for my injury to heal first?!”

The agent, berated but unable to protest, immediately went to arrange everything.

Today was the opening ceremony of “Journey,” and there were plenty of reporters present. Naturally, news of the incident quickly spread.

Within moments, many journalists were rushing to the hospital.

Meanwhile, Xie Jinchuan let Shen Qingli, still furious, drag him to the underground parking lot.

“There’s nothing between me and her,” he said, his tone steady and entirely honest—not a trace of a lie.

Yet Shen Qingli couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort inside.

She suddenly stopped, checked that no one was around, and pinned Xie Jinchuan against the wall.

“Coriander, use mind-reading once.”

At the instant she pressed him to the wall, Shen Qingli silently summoned Coriander in her mind.

[Ding-dong, host has used mind-reading once. Please note, only two uses remain…]