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"Whatever!" Xinran said coldly, struggling slightly as she lay on the bed, pulling the blanket over her head. From the very beginning, she had been helpless against Mu Shaosi's dominance, which was why she had fallen for him so quickly. If he expected her to accept his forcefulness without reason now, she would rather cover her head and ignore him.
"You just woke up, and you should still be weak. You need to rest more! I'll be right here; you can call me if you need anything." Mu Shaosi pulled the blanket down a little, looking at Xinran's tightly closed eyes, her eyelashes still slightly trembling. She wasn't really tired; it seemed she just didn't know how to face him. He had always known she was a stubborn woman, and it appeared he should give her more time to get used to his affection, to make her believe that this time it wasn't a deception. He truly had no reason to deceive her.
With a light sigh, Mu Shaosi got up from the edge of the bed and walked to the window. Since this was a germ-free Intensive Care Unit, the windows were tightly sealed. Looking outside through the window gave a hazy feeling, much like his feelings for Xinran. He didn't know when his heart had been captured by her; perhaps it was when she shielded him from bullets or maybe on the day of the opening gala. It could have been even earlier, back when he was still deceiving her—he had unknowingly lost his heart long before.
According to Fukuhara Tei, as long as Xinran made it through twenty-four hours, she would be out of danger and wouldn't face risks from bacterial infections anymore. That meant he could relax a bit. After that, her wounds would slowly heal, and she would be discharged from the hospital. However, the scar from the bullet wound would remain on her body forever.
Two days later, after receiving a nod from the attending physician, Xinran finally moved from the Intensive Care Unit to a regular ward. But as the nurse helped her walk to her new room, she realized that this hospital belonged to Mu Shaosi's family. The room she was going to stay in was the only VIP room in this hospital, even more luxurious than a presidential suite.
As soon as she stepped into the ward, she finally understood the usefulness of power and money. This room was twice the size of her small apartment; but size wasn't the issue—the problem was that this was a room just for her. If you removed all the medical equipment from this room and claimed it was just a room, she would seriously doubt anyone would believe it!
"Miss Xia, please rest well. If you need anything, just ring that bell. Young Master Si will come by shortly to see you. He's worried you might get bored and brought all your past shows with him. Would you like to watch? I can help you set it up!" The young nurse smiled sweetly as she opened the bag in her hand and took out some DVDs.
"No need; I'm not narcissistic. Why would I watch myself act?" Xinran lazily leaned against the hospital bed and poured cold water on the young nurse without mercy.
"Um... Miss Xia, please rest then; I won't disturb you!" The nurse's face turned pale and flushed as she hurriedly left the ward.
Xinran watched the nurse's retreating figure with a cold smile. Ever since she woke up, Mu Shaosi had been by her side every moment—whether she was awake or asleep—showing how good he was to her with great enthusiasm. Finally, on a day when he wasn't there, she still heard others talking about him. Everything he had done these past few days truly made those nurses envious; they must be green with envy over her! But she had grown quite accustomed to being seen as someone who didn't appreciate their good fortune.
She observed coldly, wondering what Mu Shaosi really wanted to do. She had told herself more than once that no matter how real he seemed in his actions, she shouldn't believe him. This man who acted better than anyone else—she couldn't compete with him or play his game. If she fell into his sweet trap again, it would be entirely her own fault if things went awry!
She hasn't lived enough to do something so foolish!
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