I really didn't intend to make a living based on my looks.

The three of them ate and chatted, from the jokes they had just made to the funny stories from the film crew.

Jiang Chen listened, occasionally chiming in with a few words, creating a very relaxed atmosphere.

While they were chatting, Yang Mi suddenly stopped talking.

The shrimp in her hand fell into the plate, she froze for a moment, and her face visibly paled.

"What's wrong?" Tong Liya noticed first.

Yang Mi didn't answer. She pressed her right hand against her stomach, her brows furrowed, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on her forehead.

She bit her lip, her breathing became rapid and shallow, and she curled up in the chair, looking like she was in a lot of pain.

"Sister Honey?" Jiang Chen put down the shrimp in his hand and moved a little closer.

"My stomach...suddenly hurts so much..." Yang Mi's voice trembled, breaking into broken sentences. "It's probably because...I haven't been eating properly lately, and today I ate something too heavy and drank something cold."

As she spoke, her face grew paler and paler, and her lips lost all color.

Tong Liya panicked and stood up: "Should we call your manager?"

"Don't……"

Yang Mi shook her head, her voice weak, "I didn't even take my phone when I sneaked out; I left it with my manager. If she finds out I snuck out to eat lobster, she'll nag me to death..."

"What should we do?" Tong Liya asked anxiously, wringing her hands. "Can you walk? I'll go to the hospital with you."

Jiang Chen had already stood up and handed Yang Mi a tissue to wipe her sweat. His tone was steady: "I'll take her. If Sister Mi is in too much pain to walk, I can carry her."

"Sister Ya Ya, go to the hotel and find her agent. Tell her that Sister Mi wasn't feeling well and went straight to the hospital. You know her, so it'll be quick for you to find her. It's not convenient for me to go, so tell her to go to the hospital to meet up with her as soon as possible."

Yang Mi clutched her stomach, her face deathly pale, but she still shook her head stubbornly, "No... I'm fine, don't call her, I'll be alright after a while..."

Jiang Chen glanced at her, his tone becoming more serious: "Sister Mi, I suspect you have acute gastroenteritis. This is no minor ailment; you absolutely must go to the hospital."

"It's also necessary to have the agent come over."

"You're a public figure; your agent needs to handle many things when you're at the hospital. Don't try to be strong."

Tong Liya had already run out to pay the bill. "Listen to him! I'm leaving first, you guys hurry up and go!"

Yang Mi didn't say anything more, but nodded while biting her lip.

Jiang Chen helped her stand up. She was trembling all over, her legs were too weak to stand, and most of her weight was on his arm.

"Slow down, no rush." ​​Jiang Chen slowed his pace and half-supported, half-carried her as they walked out.

Luckily, there was a taxi parked at the alley entrance dropping off a passenger.

Jiang Chen opened the back door and let Yang Mi get in first, then he got in himself. "The nearest hospital."

The driver didn't ask any questions and sped off.

The roads in Hengdian are not easy to navigate at night; there were still quite a few cars and people on Wansheng South Street at this hour.

The driver took a detour, bumping along a few times. Yang Mi groaned in pain, curling up in her seat, pressing her hand to her stomach and resting her forehead against the back of the seat in front of her.

"Almost there, in five minutes," the driver said.

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, but handed over two tissues.

Yang Mi took it, wiped her sweat, and without looking up, said in a muffled voice, "Thank you..."

Upon arriving at the hospital, Jiang Chen got out of the car first, opened the car door, and reached out to help her.

When Yang Mi stepped on the ground, her legs went weak and she fell forward. Jiang Chen reacted quickly and caught her arm, stabilizing her.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes..." Yang Mi gritted her teeth, her steps unsteady, panting after just a few steps.

Jiang Chen didn't say much. He held her arm with one hand and used the other hand to protect her back. He didn't dare to use too much force, but he was ready to catch her at any time.

"Honey, if you really can't walk anymore, just ask me to carry you."

"However, if you get recognized and photographed, you'll definitely be on the front page tomorrow. It will have a huge impact on you."

Yang Mi bit her lip, nodded weakly, and said in a voice barely audible, "I can still manage..."

Jiang Chen didn't say anything more, and half-supported, half-carried her towards the emergency room.

Even at night, the hospital is still bustling with people. The registration desk and emergency room are brightly lit, and there are queues everywhere.

The gastroenterology department was on the fourth floor. The two of them had just squeezed to the elevator entrance when it was already packed with people.

"Squeeze in a bit!"

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jiang Chen instinctively pulled Yang Mi closer to his side, using his arm to create a gap so she could step inside first.

The cramped elevator was instantly filled with people, and the air became stuffy.

Yang Mi huddled in the corner, her head bowed low, her baseball cap pulled tightly over her head, and an oversized mask that almost completely covered her face.

Jiang Chen stood in front of her, with his back to the crowd, his arms slightly outstretched, bracing against the elevator wall to form a small protective circle, separating her from the crowded people.

At first, there was a little distance between them, but when they got to the second floor, a large wave of family members and patients came in, and the space was instantly compressed to the extreme.

Jiang Chen's back was squeezed hard, and he was pressed forward uncontrollably, instantly sealing himself tightly with Yang Mi, leaving no gap between them.

Jiang Chen's breath hitched.

too big……

The astonishing fullness and softness, even through the thin fabric, were clearly imprinted on his chest.

He could even sense the frantic, erratic heartbeat beneath the fabric.

Jiang Chen's arm, which was originally supporting him against the wall, was forced to bend, his palm almost touching her reddened earlobe, pressing against the wall, forming an absolutely possessive and imprisoning posture, encircling her completely within his aura.

In the cramped space, he could clearly smell the fragrance of her hair dye, mixed with a faint body scent, which went straight into his nose.

Her slender waist was pressed tightly against his lower abdomen, and with each movement of the crowd, the amazing softness of her body was clearly transmitted through the fabric, arousing a subtle shiver.

Yang Mi's cheeks were burning hot, and she didn't dare to look up. She could only bury her burning cheeks in his shoulder, her fingers unconsciously clenching the fabric at his waist, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

Each slightly uneven sway of the elevator deepened the curves of their bodies pressed together, creating an indescribable, subtle sensation.

Jiang Chen's breathing became heavier.

As a vigorous young man, his body's instinctive reaction surged up uncontrollably, causing him to freeze instantly.

He braced himself even tighter, trying to create some distance, but he was trapped by the crowded people and couldn't move.

Yang Mi seemed to realize something as well, her cheeks burning hot and her body instantly stiffening.

She dared not move, nor dared to look up; she could only bite her lower lip tightly, her fingertips gripping the hem of his clothes even tighter.

The atmosphere in the cramped space was ambiguous and awkward; the air seemed to have frozen...

"bite……"

We've reached the fourth floor.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Jiang Chen turned to the side first, his arm still loosely wrapped around her side in a protective posture. His voice sounded calm as usual: "Slow down."

Yang Mi's legs were so weak that she could barely step out of the elevator with the faint support of his arm. Her steps were unsteady.

She secretly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Jiang Chen had already returned to her usual nonchalant demeanor, looking completely at ease. She even casually straightened the hem of her clothes that she had just crumpled.

Her movements were composed, as if the forceful presence in the elevator that had made her legs go weak was just her illusion and hallucination...

He even tilted his head slightly, "Honey, you still don't look too good. Why does your complexion keep changing from pale to red?"

"Is your stomach still hurting badly? Would you like to find a place to sit down?"

Yang Mi: "..."

Looking at his completely indifferent, even innocent expression, Yang Mi felt a surge of heat rise to her cheeks, and the remaining embarrassment in her heart was instantly replaced by annoyance.

Her shimmering eyes glared at him, her gaze unrestrained, yet inwardly she was cursing him through gritted teeth.

That little rascal... he looks all grown up!

Just now in the elevator... the way he acted... he took advantage of everyone!

Now look at you, acting like nothing happened!

Pshaw! Little brother, your acting is pretty good...