Midnight Cinderella - Chapter 72
The Forty-Seventh Night (2)
It was only a few days ago when he heard that Feng Jing had brought his girlfriend to see his parents. Although he’d never asked for details about the girl, wasn’t his agent supposed to fill in the blanks???
“Auntie.” Jiang Ran stepped up when he saw Mrs. Feng. “How’s Feng Jing? Is he seriously hurt?”
“He hit his head and was unconscious when they brought him to the hospital.” Feng Ya patted her hand comfortingly. “Don’t worry too much. Feng Jing is usually in good health. He should be fine “
“Yes, he will definitely be fine.” Jiang Ran prayed silently in her heart.
“By the way, let me introduce him. This is Feng Jing’s cousin Feng Ping. These two are Feng Jing’s agent and assistant.
Jiang Ran followed Mrs.Feng’s hand and saw the three men. She had heard about Feng Ping during the “hitting” scandal. He looked very serious, and his hawk-like eyes could make a person tremble. Agent Qin Fan had been mentioned by Feng Jing many times, and the man himself looked close to how she’d imagined him—a reliable elite. Assistant … She might have seen him when he came to Watertown Apartments.
“Hello, Miss Jiang.” Qin Fan took the initiative to greet Jiang Ran. “Feng Jing’s mobile phone was turned off. I just turned it on and found you’d made many calls. If you’re free, you can save my number and Mi Xie Er’s number too, so you can call us if you encounter something urgent in the future. “
“Okay, thank you.” Since she forgot to bring her handbag, she was holding the mobile phone in her hand. After saving their numbers, she also saved Mrs. Feng’s phone number.
Feng Ya’s legs had yet to recover. She hopped towards Jiang Ran and asked, “Did you come here from a wedding?”
Jiang Ran nodded. “Yes, my friend got married today, she invited me to be the bridesmaid.”
“Oh.” Feng Ya replied, This girl is really nice, she’s so anxious she rushed to the hospital without her clothes and handbag. Hopefully, Feng Jing is really okay.
Waiting for the surgery to finish was a long and difficult process. Everyone was quieter than usual. After a while, there was a loud noise in the corridor. Uncle Zhou went to take a look. It was the reporter they met when they came up. Nobody knew how she got here.
Although she passed the security barrier, Feng Ping came with a bodyguard, and the reporter was stopped quickly. These bodyguards looked much taller and more dignified than the hospital security. The reporter was a little afraid. Thinking back on the two photos she had secretly taken just now, she wisely backed away and left.
“How’s it? Did you get anything?” As soon as she came out, the person outside couldn’t wait to approach her. The reporter shook her head and sighed. “The Fengs brought bodyguards, I dare not break through.”
“Then we got nothing after much effort!”
“Not really.” The reporter smiled slyly, and said to the photographer, “Remember the woman we saw at the emergency passage?”
The photographer harked back and asked, “That woman in a dress?”
“Yes, it was the driver who led her in. I just saw her upstairs, and she was waiting for news outside the operating room.”
The photographer didn’t quite understand her meaning and asked, “So what?”
“Haiz, this is why you can only be a photographer! You can’t even notice such big gossip! Although we didn’t hear about Feng Jing’s condition, this woman is probably his secret girlfriend!”
“—” He admired the twisted thinking of these reporters. “What if she’s not?”
“Who cares if she isn’t?! She is when I say she is!” As paparazzi, they lacked things like morals. As long as they could attract public attention, they were satisfied.
She held the camera like a precious treasure and decided to go to her office to pen articles. “You stay here. If there’s any news, notify me as soon as possible. I am going to write a draft!”
So among the overwhelming reports of “injured and unconscious Feng Jing”, the news #Feng Jing’s girlfriend appeared in the hospital, glaringly stood out and got the most attention.
The central character of the topic, FIlm Emperor Feng, was currently yawning and slowly opened his eyes.
Uh? He blinked again, making sure he saw right.
Yup, this was really Jiang Ran’s home!
He turned his head and looked at the sunny weather outside.
Yup, it was daytime.
What the hell?! Why did he become Er Huang during the day?!
Feng Jing immediately panicked.
If he became Er Huang during the day, then Er Huang … no no no, stop thinking about it.
He took a few laps in the living room, forcing himself to calm down, and then remembered something important.
He remembered that he had fallen on the filming site. He also recalled the dull pain at the back of his head from hitting a hard object, the warm blood sliding down his neck and into his collar, and the darkening of his vision.
Feng Jing’s heart clenched. Was he dead? Then his soul getting attached to Er Huang’s body at this time—was it permanent?
Calm down, calm down.
He took a deep breath and a few more laps around the living room, and his heart finally slowed down.
He must figure out what was going on. He first looked at the wall clock in the living room and noticed that it was past one in the afternoon. He remembered that when he fell, it should have been around half-past ten. At that time it had just stopped raining and the director was shouting for preparation.
No, no, no, maybe it wasn’t the same day at all!
He looked around the house anxiously. When he couldn’t find Jiang Ran, he yelped helplessly.
Jiang Ran was not at home. He was now a dog again. How could he find out about what’s going on outside? He glanced over Jiang Ran’s laptop on the table and jumped up.
He poked the power button easily with his paw, and the computer was turned on. After the startup music, he first glanced at the date on the lower right corner of the computer. December 9.
Good, it was still the same day.
He put his paw on the mouse pad, opened the browser, and found a Weibo entry. Jiang Ran’s account was automatically logged in, and he was on the homepage as soon as he entered.
Before logging into Weibo, he had been wondering how to use a dog’s paw to type the word “Feng Jing”. After logging in, he found that he didn’t need to type at all! There was news related to him everywhere!
He skimmed through it quickly. The news said that he was unconscious in the hospital and the status of his injuries was unknown. Huh, that meant that he was not dead yet. He felt relieved and saw another line of hot news.
Feng Jing’s girlfriend appeared at the hospital.
His doggy brows frowned sharply. The “girlfriend” in the photo was indeed Jiang Ran. Although this reporter only took a photo of her back and her side profile, he could still tell it was her at first glance.
She wore a formal outfit, it was the bridesmaid dress she’d shared a pic of with him that day … He remembered that it was her friend’s wedding today. Did she run directly from the wedding?
Jiang Ran in the photo looked a little bit haggard. Her hairdo was still fine but no longer in the original shape. The flowers on her head were also askew. She wore a dark men’s coat that looked familiar to him, like Uncle Zhou’s.
Was she at the hospital now?
Thinking about those reporters holding up microphones and cameras and questioning Jiang Ran intensively as they usually did to him—Feng Jing couldn’t bear it. He had solemnly vowed to her that he would do everything to protect her, but now she was at risk of being exposed to the public at the worst time possible.
He would go to the hospital to find her!
Even if he became a dog, he would still protect her.
Feng Jing didn’t turn off the computer. He just jumped out of the chair and ran out. When he came to the door, he was greeted with the first problem—how to open the door?
The door lock in Jiang Ran’s house was not complicated. His dog paw should still be able to open it, but he wasn’t tall enough. He screamed “Woof, woof” and ran around for a few laps. Then he locked his eyes on a small stool in the living room.
He reckoned he should be able to reach the doorknob if he stood on the stool. Using both his head and limbs, he moved the stool towards the door, the harsh screeching sound made him think that the neighbor downstairs might head upstairs and knock at the door.
Fortunately, they did not.
After moving the stool to the ideal position, Feng Jing jumped up vigorously. With two hind legs supporting the body, one front paw on the door, and another holding the door handle, he pulled open the door with all his might.
Click—such a beautiful and sweet sound it was.
After he went out, he didn’t forget to close the door as he left.
Coincidentally, there was a neighbor taking the elevator down, Feng Jing slipped into the elevator before the elevator door closed.
Looking at the dirty dog squatting next to him, the neighbor did not move for a moment. He knew this dog. His owner usually took him down for walks. Why was he alone today … a dog was going to walk by himself?
The elevator made it to the first floor in weird silence, Feng Jing rushed out as soon as the doors opened.
Jiang Ran’s house was still a little far from Central Hospital, but he could only run over with four legs—he did seriously consider whether a taxi driver would stop if he went out to flag down a taxi.
The conclusion was a ’no’.
Although he had a long way to go, fortunately, he knew the way. It might be that his running stance was too charming, but when he stopped at the intersection and waited for the traffic light, someone finally could not help but talk to him.
“Hey, Xiao Huang, you look so handsome.”
“—” Feng Jing turned his head and glanced around, and found out that it wasn’t a person that talked to him, but a beautiful poodle.
His mind felt messed up again. He tried to comfort himself, saying this was just an illusion created from his anxiety.
The poodle with a bowtie spoke again, “Xiao Huang, where do you live? If we get a chance, let’s play together.”
Feng Jing: “——”
Oh no, wait, why was this red light taking so long to come on?
“Why aren’t you speaking?”
“——” Feng Jing finally answered, “I’m not Xiao Huang.”
“Oh? Aren’t you Chinese country mutts usually called XX Huang? I’m different. My master gave me an English name, Lili.”
Feng Jing: “——”
Although the shocks felt like a tumbling mountainous landslide into the sea, at the moment he was more concerned about the other dog being about to comprehend him. “Can you understand what I say?”
He was sure he just shouted “Woof” twice.
The pretty poodle pretended to be surprised and looked at him. “Is it that strange?”
Feng Jing, “——”
Yes, it was very strange!
He felt that the world was extremely messed up.
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