Chapter 251: The Contradictory Heart of a Celebrity

Back in the day, Fang Zhou could tolerate Qiao Sisi’s occasional stubbornness, and he still could now.

Facing her question, Fang Zhou smiled, revealing his white teeth, his eyes curving into crescent moons.

“I didn’t want to come up earlier, but now I do. Is that okay?”

As he spoke, he carried her into the building.

The security in this complex seemed tight, so there shouldn’t be many paparazzi.

Besides, Qiao Sisi had lived here for a while without any leaks, so he didn’t believe he’d be caught just this once.

A gambler always goes all in, and Fang Zhou was a devout believer.

“What floor?”

Carrying Qiao Sisi into the elevator, Fang Zhou lifted his chin, asking.

She freed one hand to press the button for the 30th floor, then wrapped her arm around his neck.

“Hold me tight, don’t let me fall.”

As the elevator started moving, both felt the slight sway, giving Qiao Sisi a legitimate reason to cling to Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou glanced down, noticing her face still pale, likely still in pain.

“You never used to have menstrual cramps, right?”

Recalling the past, Fang Zhou softly inquired.

A shadow passed over her eyes, quickly masked by pain.

“These past few years of filming have taken a toll.”

She disliked complaining about her hardships.

But it was true. Climbing from a minor role to a top-tier actress involved countless hardships known only to her.

Those nights of sleepless filming, acting in cold water during her period, and emotionally taxing roles.

All these contributed to her deteriorating health, yet they were also testament to her journey’s success.

No one truly succeeds without any effort.

In Qiao Sisi’s eyes, she wasn’t someone born with good fortune.

Growing up, everything she wanted required more effort than others, or it would be unattainable, just wasted effort.

Now, fighting for Fang Zhou was no different.

She was doing her best, and if she still couldn’t win, then perishing together wasn’t off the table.

Unwilling to discuss this further, Qiao Sisi closed her eyes, waiting for the elevator to reach her floor.

However, the elevator suddenly stopped, indicating someone else was coming in.

Instinctively, she buried her head in Fang Zhou’s chest, telling him before the door opened, “Cover for me.”

In her current state, being seen was undesirable.

A celebrity being seen in distress, no matter by whom, was always a loss of face.

Fang Zhou, not wanting to attract trouble, hugged her sideways, ensuring the newcomer could only see her head.

A woman in a blue camisole entered, wearing a mask and sunglasses despite the heat, likely also in the entertainment industry.

Otherwise, why the heavy disguise?

But even if they didn’t want to confront others, it didn’t stop others from recognizing and speaking to them.

“Sisi? Is that you?”

The woman was too familiar with Qiao Sisi, recognizing her from just her head and being carried.

Both Fang Zhou and Qiao Sisi froze, then looked at the woman.

She lifted her mask, revealing a cute face.

“Ah Chu, it’s me.”

Qiao Sisi recognized her friend, relaxing and signaling Fang Zhou to adjust so she could talk.

“Oh my, you look awful. Are you okay?”

Ah Chu seemed concerned about Qiao Sisi’s condition.

“I’m fine, just need to rest.”

Qiao Sisi managed a weak smile, reassuring her.

“Ding!”

The elevator stopped at the 29th floor.

“Rest well, I’ll check on you tonight.”

Before leaving, Ah Chu glanced at Fang Zhou, a thoughtful look crossing her face, then said goodbye to Qiao Sisi.

The elevator continued to the 30th floor. Fang Zhou, carrying Qiao Sisi out, asked thoughtfully, “Is she a friend from the entertainment industry?”

“Yeah, why? Interested in her?”

Qiao Sisi gave Fang Zhou a half-smile, hiding a trace of darkness in her eyes.

Fang Zhou wasn’t implying that. He just found it unusual for someone as proud and occasionally willful as Qiao Sisi to have genuine friends.

For Ah Chu to be so familiar with her, they must have had frequent contact.

“No, I was just asking. She seems to care a lot about you.”

Fang Zhou explained.

Unlocking the door and setting Qiao Sisi down, her face brightened slightly.

“We’ve been friends for years, climbing up from small roles together.”

“Have a seat.”

After a brief explanation, Qiao Sisi went to her bedroom to take care of herself.

Fang Zhou finally had a chance to look around her flat.

The most striking feature was the large floor-to-ceiling window, offering a clear view of the city for miles. Sunlight poured in, adding warmth.

The overall décor wasn’t what Fang Zhou expected.

He thought Qiao Sisi would have a girly style, but it was European, clean, neat, and quite comfortable.

In the kitchen, Fang Zhou opened the fridge, finding no brown sugar.

Fortunately, he found dried longan and red dates in the cupboard.

After washing the health pot, he put the longan and red dates in, adding water from the dispenser to make tea.

He did this effortlessly, as if he had done it countless times.

Which he had.

Fang Zhou liked taking care of his girlfriend, enjoying being relied upon and trusted.

It made him feel needed.

Of course, a person’s value doesn’t increase because others need them, but it provided psychological comfort.

When Qiao Sisi emerged, she had changed into a bathrobe, likely having taken a shower.

“What are you making?”

She sniffed, curious.

“Longan and red date tea, it’s ready.”

Fang Zhou handed her a cup at a drinkable temperature.

This thoughtful care moved Qiao Sisi.

She thought: If he stays this obedient, maybe I could give him a bit of freedom.