Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me-Chapter 260 : Taking Care Of The Aftermath

Wen Guilin, the best manager in CNC Studio, worked quickly and efficiently.

Before she even entered the wrecked hotel room, she donned shoe covers and a pair of gloves.

Meticulously and methodically, she went from corner to corner to take pictures and videos before collecting all necessary pieces of evidence.

"Celebrities get into troubles all the time," she informed Shen Jingwei. "It is the managers’ job to iron out every crease on the surface and present only the smooth side to public."

"Has Yan Renzhong been in similar situation before?" Shen Jingwei queried. "You seem to be quite experienced in handling these matters."

A burst of laughter escaped Wen Guilin.

"I had taken care of several celebrities before Yan Renzhong. The troublemaking ones.

Yan Renzhong is usually quite careful. He doesn’t eat or drink anything I do not approve of.

But well, of course family members are supposed to be the exception."

Wen Guilin shook her head in regret.

"I didn’t like Song Xiaoling very much because she treats Yan Renzhong like her boyfriend and Yaya like her puppet. But I am not allowed to intrude into my protégé’s private matters."

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

Wen Guilin captured three photos in quick succession.

"Until shit hits the fan and those private matters threaten his public image and career, of course," she added.

Shen Jingwei nodded.

"Understandable."

Wen Guilin then fished out the plate and food remnants from the dining table and separated them into different plastic bags.

Once she was done, she called the hotel manager.

The middle-aged man, who had been at least twenty years in service, must have encountered a lot of similarly stunning incidents because he did not seem too surprised to see the broken door and the room condition.

When he saw Shen Jingwei’s surprised face, he chuckled and remarked, "Three years ago, a family of four committed murder-suicide in one of our rooms. That was the worst I have ever seen. Afterward, everything else became quite acceptable."

"..."

Why, the hotel manager was no different from a hardened steel block. He could withstand everything and anything.

"Please send these items to CNC Studio headquarters," Wen Guilin said while handing her card to the hotel manager.

"Of course. Take care on your way, both of you."

Yan Renzhong had already been carried off by an ambulance and received proper treatment an hour ago.

Afterward, he was taken to the South River Hospital, the same facility where Song Yaya was undergoing treatment.

While Wen Guilin went to talk to the doctor in charge, Shen Jingwei slipped into Yan Renzhong’s ward.

He found Song Yaya by Yan Renzhong’s bedside, holding the man’s hand. The little girl looked beyond distraught.

"Hey, Yaya."

Shen Jingwei’s patted Song Yaya on the head.

"Have you been sitting here for long?"

Song Yaya gently shook her head.

"No... Uncle, what’s wrong with my Big Brother?"

"..."

The cogs in Shen Jingwei’s brain began moving rapidly to concoct a believable white lie.

"He, uh, he drank too much."

"... He is drunk?"

"And full," Shen Jingwei added with a firm nod.

"He ate and drank too much."

He did not know exactly which food or drink was laced with aphrodisiacs, that’s why.

"Oh."

"... Jingbao."

Shen Jingwei and Song Yaya whipped their heads in Yan Renzhong’s direction at the same time.

Yan Renzhong’s eyes were opened to slits.

He reached out for Shen Jingwei, who grabbed his hand immediately.

"How are you feeling?" He asked while putting his hand on Yan Renzhong’s forehead to check his temperature. freёwebnoѵel.com

He was relieved to find that the fever had already subsided.

"Still groggy, but... I think I’ll be fine."

Song Yaya patted Yan Renzhong on the cheek.

"Big Brother, you are a grown man. You should not eat and drink too much."

Yan Renzhong stared at his half-sister.

"... What did you just call me?"

"Big Brother," Song Yaya repeated.

A moment of touching silence passed between the siblings before Yan Renzhong dragged Song Yaya into his arms and hugged her tight.

"Yaya," he whispered against the little girl’s hair. "Do you remember everything...?"

Song Yaya nodded once.

"Mmm. I remember."

Yan Renzhong sighed.

"How are you feeling? Are you... Sad? Upset?"

Song Yaya’s lips were a hardened line, but her gaze was a mask of composure. Despite the calm and collected surface, it was obvious that the child had been forced to mature several years earlier.

"No," she said. "I am fine."

Song Yaya kept her head bowed and rubbed against Yan Renzhong like a spoiled child.

Yan Renzhong and Shen Jingwei exchanged a forlorn gaze.

At this point, they were not sure what to say to Song Yaya.

Speaking about the past was akin to digging into the little girl’s old, and yet still open wound.

Ignoring her trauma might make the little girl feel even more alone, adrift in a sea of confusion on her own.

"I love you," Yan Renzhong said before kissing Song Yaya on her forehead. "Your Big Sister also loves you. And Mom."

He couldn’t say the same about Song Zhuguan. That man only cared about himself.

"Yeah."

Song Yaya buried her face into Yan Renzhong’s chest. Her broken voice suggested that she was tearing up a little.

"Yaya also loves Big Brother, Big Sister, and Mama."

After some time, a nurse came over to return Song Yaya to her ward.

Left alone, the two grown-ups could finally talk about another pressing matter.

"I can’t believe she drugged me," Yan Renzhong said. "Just what was she thinking..."

He stopped talking when he recalled what Song Xiaoling said after he came out of the bathroom and found her completely naked.

"She..."

Shen Jingwei cleared his throat.

"In a nutshell, she loves you and she wants to have a child with you."

An awkward silence hung in the air, a suffocating weight of embarrassment and confusion pressing down on them both.

Shen Jingwei arched a brow at Yan Renzhong.

There was a burning question perching at the tip of his tongue.

"What are you going to do, Yan Renzhong?"

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