Ji Xiaoli didn't mind much. She led the three of them into the ward together.
The ward was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. Although Zheng Nanfeng's injury hadn't hit his heart, the knife had gone deep, leaving him still in a coma.
Ji Xiaoli turned her back to the three of them and piled all the things on the bedside table. Then, without looking back, she said, "I'm very glad you came to see Zheng Nanfeng. But I don't want to talk about irrelevant things anymore."
They knew exactly what "irrelevant things" referred to.
Sister Chun gave Yuan Fang a helpless look. Yuan Fang could only hang her head dejectedly. After all, she really had no position to ask for Ji Xiaoli's forgiveness now.
There was a moment of silence in the ward. After Ji Xiaoli had arranged the things, she looked back at Yuan Fang. She couldn't bear it in the end and said, "The police came to take my statement and asked about the situation. I told them the truth."
"Tell the truth" meant exactly what happened, without adding any exaggeration or fuel to the fire.
Just this alone made Yuan Fang extremely grateful: "Thank you, General Manager Ji!"
Ji Xiaoli said, "But they also asked Li Songyuan to give a statement. I don't know what he said."
However, Ji Xiaoli thought that, judging from that scumbag's personality, he should be trying to shift all the blame onto Yuan Yuan now. As long as Yuan Yuan was convicted of intentional injury, then no matter how he smeared her about the previous things, the public would probably believe him.
"Don't worry, General Manager Ji. As long as you want, I can control the public opinion!"
Brother Xia slapped his chest, looking righteous and self - satisfied.
Ji Xiaoli couldn't help but smile. If it were in the past, she would have hated such media that controlled the public opinion. But now...
She squinted her eyes. It was so important to gain enough right to speak in public.
"Okay, try your best to restore the facts as I said. As for the method... it's up to you."
"Okay!"
With this promise, Brother Xia felt relieved. He got up and was about to go back to write the article. Suddenly, his eyes stopped at the direction of the bedside table.
"General Manager Ji, can I take a photo? As material for the public relations article?"
Take a photo?
Ji Xiaoli followed his gaze and saw all kinds of fruits and brand - name bags on the bedside table. She nodded slightly: "Go ahead."
After Brother Xia took the photo, he and Yuan Fang left the hospital.
Ji Xiaoli stayed by the bedside and sighed again looking at the comatose Zheng Nanfeng. She wondered when this guy would wake up...
Ji Xiaoli was bored and flipping through her phone. Thinking that Zheng Nanfeng got injured because of her and he was still in a coma, she couldn't leave. So she called the nurse and asked her to add a bed for her. She planned to sleep here tonight.
As soon as she lay down, her phone rang.
Han Shui Yan Bo sent her a message: Are you there?
Ji Xiaoli frowned.
Who was this Han Shui Yan Bo? How could there be such an old - fashioned name in her friend list?
And he used a low - resolution photo of a lotus as his avatar...
The message started with "Are you there?"...
Han Shui Yan Bo: Well, if you're free, let's discuss the plot of the script next. I read in your original work that the female lead was disfigured after a fire. After recovery, she returned to the male lead but lived with him wearing a mask.
Han Shui Yan Bo: I know your original intention here was to show that although the two were close, the male lead couldn't recognize the female lead because of the mask. But I think this is unreasonable. And if we shoot it, it's not appropriate for the female lead to wear a mask for twenty episodes in a row, right?
Han Shui Yan Bo: When you were thinking about the plot, did you not consider the rationality? Or do you have no requirement for logic? [File] This is the version I revised. You can learn from it.
Ji Xiaoli: ...
She looked at these messages with a black - faced expression.
She knew who this Han Shui Yan Bo was. The only one who was so bad at talking was their other screenwriter, Jiang Longhan.
Taking a deep breath, Ji Xiaoli gritted her teeth and received the document. Then she politely replied: Okay, I'll learn.
Han Shui Yan Bo: You're welcome.
Ji Xiaoli: ...
Who the hell thanked you?!
Damn it! Couldn't she transfer all her bad luck to this guy?!
Just as she was going crazy inside, Jiang Longhan said something useful.
Han Shui Yan Bo: I heard that Screenwriter Li is going to hold a press conference tomorrow to clarify what happened recently. Do you want to go?
Looking at this short message, Ji Xiaoli's gaze paused for a moment.
Just as she thought, Li Songyuan couldn't wait to gain the right to speak in public.
But... how could Ji Xiaoli let him succeed?
Ji Xiaoli came back to her senses and asked Jiang Longhan, "I'll go tomorrow. How about you?"
Han Shui Yan Bo: Originally, I didn't want to get involved in your messy things. You know, I'm not a gossipy person and I'm not interested in many things...
Han Shui Yan Bo: But you guys are at least my co - working screenwriters. Since you insist that I go, I'll go with you!
Ji Xiaoli was so angry that she gritted her teeth.
Co - working? Soon, they wouldn't be co - working anymore.
...
At 10 a.m. the next day, the venue was already crowded with reporters.
They came at Li Songyuan's invitation. He said he was going to clarify some things today. To be honest, these reporters weren't interested in this small - time screenwriter. They came only because the things Li Songyuan was going to clarify were related to Ji Xiaoli.
Ji Xiaoli, the lucky girl, the rich second - generation, and even the winner in life who had successfully chased her idol... There were too many legends about her. The reporters were full of curiosity about her.
What made the reporters even more curious was that they had received the news recently that Ji Xiaoli had almost been murdered. And Li Songyuan was here today to explain this.
After a while, Li Songyuan finally arrived at the venue in a wheelchair.
Looking at the full - seated reporters and the shaking cameras in front of him, Li Songyuan showed a sly smile.
Great, everything was going according to the original plan.
"Cough... cough..." Li Songyuan pretended to cough weakly a few times. Then he picked up the microphone and started his long - planned performance.
"Presumably, you all know what happened, right? Yuan Yuan, a reporter from Huayin Voice, attacked Xiaoli with a knife. As a result, she accidentally injured Zheng Nanfeng and sent him to the hospital. Now... Zheng Nanfeng is lying in the hospital, and Yuan Yuan has been arrested. I think you may be curious about the reason."
The sound of shutters clicking filled the venue.
The reporters held their breaths and listened attentively, afraid of missing any information.
In the crowd, a man in a white shirt was also sitting in the corner.
Listening to Li Songyuan's words, he couldn't help but curl his lips and thought to himself, "Damn it! Our great investor Ji's life is so eventful!"