Chapter 250: Come Up and Sit for a While?

The summer breeze rippled across the golden river, creating gentle waves reminiscent of a girl’s smile, captivating yet unaware of its allure.

A black car sped across the bridge but had to stop at the junction, waiting for the green light.

Qiao Sisi sat in the passenger seat, pensively watching the ripples on the river, not speaking to Fang Zhou.

Since getting into the car twenty minutes ago, neither had spoken a word, resembling a taxi driver and his regular passenger.

No, perhaps even a taxi driver and a passenger wouldn’t be this cold.

Qiao Sisi’s rare silence made Fang Zhou uneasy.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was planning something.

Yet, what could she possibly do in the car?

Unless she didn’t want to live anymore and grabbed the steering wheel…

But from Fang Zhou’s perspective, that seemed unlikely.

Qiao Sisi was now a top-tier celebrity, so high up she could choose not to work if she didn’t feel like it. What could make her desperate?

More importantly, she shouldn’t drag him into it. He had no desire to die.

“The light is green.”

Fang Zhou was lost in thought when she reminded him.

“Oh, right.”

Fang Zhou pressed the gas, crossing the junction, following the GPS route.

“You live in the XX District now?”

Fang Zhou noted the congestion up ahead, puzzled.

As a celebrity, shouldn’t she live in a villa or standalone house?

Why did the map indicate the busiest business district?

Had she already earned enough in a few years to buy such a prime apartment?

“Yes, I don’t like driving. Living here gives me more time to sleep when I have work.”

Qiao Sisi smiled, explaining to Fang Zhou.

Since Fang Zhou was taking her home, she had Sister Zhu get an assistant to drive her Ferrari back.

Fang Zhou nodded, thinking to himself: Yeah, being a celebrity with constant work must be exhausting.

About thirty minutes later, Fang Zhou’s car finally stopped at the base of Qiao Sisi’s building.

“Want to come up for a bit?”

Qiao Sisi seemed calm and stable, showing no signs of impending hysteria.

However, Fang Zhou knew celebrity residences were often staked out by paparazzi. He couldn’t risk being photographed.

So he shook his head, politely declining.

“No, I have things to do. You go on up.”

Qiao Sisi raised an eyebrow but didn’t insist.

“Alright, drive safe.”

With that, she turned and walked toward the building.

Fang Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had narrowly escaped a crisis.

Just before driving off, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Sisi’s actions out of the corner of his eye.

She had walked a few steps, then stopped, squatting down as if something was wrong.

Having seen many emergency cases online, Fang Zhou worried she might be having a medical issue, so he rushed out to check on her.

Sure enough, her previously delicate face was now contorted, sweat beading on her forehead, and her lips pale, clearly in pain.

“Sisi, what’s wrong?”

Fang Zhou held her arm, seeing her clutch her stomach, eyes squeezed shut in pain, fearing she had some hidden ailment.

“Ah…”

Qiao Sisi was in such pain she couldn’t speak, only managing pained gasps.

Her once lively face now looked wrinkled and distressed, as if she had been severely mistreated.

“I’ll take you to the hospital!”

Fang Zhou decided, lifting Qiao Sisi into his arms, heading for his car.

Suddenly, she gripped his arm tightly, stopping him.

“No, I don’t need you. Put me down.”

Qiao Sisi forced the words out through gritted teeth, her eyes full of stubbornness, resisting Fang Zhou’s help.

Fang Zhou, knowing her well, realized she was being willful again.

She was likely still upset about earlier at home when things didn’t go her way.

Her silence during the drive was proof enough.

“Don’t be silly. You’re not well; we need to get you checked.”

Fang Zhou tried to soothe Qiao Sisi, knowing she needed gentleness to comply, not minding a bit of compromise in the moment.

Health was paramount.

Since his sister’s illness, Fang Zhou couldn’t stand seeing anyone around him unwell, always rushing them to the hospital at the slightest issue.

Every year, when he dragged Li Siming for a check-up, Li Siming would grumble, “What’s the point? I’m in my prime, man!”

And Fang Zhou would retort, “Checking if you’ve got kidney issues.”

“I’m not sick!”

Qiao Sisi’s face flushed, her fists lightly pounding Fang Zhou’s chest, almost playfully.

In her weakened state, her punches felt like a kitten’s gentle scratches to Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou saw it as more stubbornness and, without arguing, carried her to his car.

Finally, Qiao Sisi gave in, gritting her teeth and telling Fang Zhou.

“I’m not sick. I think it’s my period.”

Fang Zhou paused, then asked, “Do you need to go to the hospital for your period?”

This earned another light punch from Qiao Sisi, still gentle but without much force.

“You’re awful!”

She couldn’t believe Fang Zhou, a grown man, didn’t understand what a period meant for women!

He was teasing her on purpose.

So annoying, stupid man.

Fang Zhou laughed, admitting he had deliberately misinterpreted her.

Why hadn’t she said anything sooner?

Maybe she had been in pain since the car ride, hence the silence.

If he hadn’t noticed, how long would she have struggled to get upstairs?

“Alright, I’ll take you up.”

His cheerful laughter eased some of Qiao Sisi’s embarrassment and pain, making her speak more fluently.

“Hmph, didn’t you say you didn’t want to come up? Put me down; I can go up myself.”

She tried to wriggle out of Fang Zhou’s embrace.

At this moment, Qiao Sisi’s stubbornness was endearing.

It was this aspect that had initially drawn Fang Zhou to her.

In some ways, Qiao Sisi’s innocence and perpetual youthfulness naturally attracted men who couldn’t resist such qualities.

And Fang Zhou happened to be one of those men.

tln : i might release extra chapters today.