Chapter 1913: Over Six Feet Tall, Quite a Size

Sister Lai’s voice cracked as soon as she spoke. “I’ve been negotiating all your resources from here on out. If you replace me, how are you going to carry on with your work? Besides, we’ve been getting along really well this whole time.”

“I’ll ask the company to assign new staff to temporarily take over. When my previous manager finishes having her baby, I’ll go back to her. We’ve got a decent personal relationship, you and I, but you’re too blunt when you talk, people don’t like it. I’ve reminded you so many times and you still won’t change. Then I see no need for us to stay tied together!”

With a face full of righteous indignation, Song Yuan spoke. Sister Lai’s lips moved soundlessly a couple of times as a nameless fire shot up inside her. She did have seniority, but that was just because she’d entered the industry early. There were plenty of managers in the company way better than she was. Back then, it was Song Yuan who had picked her, and in fact, Song Yuan was already the best option she could get. She had absolutely no qualifications to take on a top-tier artist.

If she lost Song Yuan, in the future she wouldn’t be able to use the title of the Song family’s heiress to negotiate resources. She’d inevitably be thrown back to the old days at drinking tables, humbly toasting investors just to secure a slot in a variety show. And if word got out that she’d been dismissed by Song Yuan, her situation going forward would be even worse than before.

Thinking of this, her attitude softened. “I’ll change, I’ll listen to you from now on. Can we maybe…”

Just then, Bo Yanching came back. Song Yuan braced herself to get up. “Third Brother Bo…”

Sister Lai, perceptive as ever, supported her so that Song Yuan wouldn’t sway and collapse back onto the bed.

Coming in with Bo Yanching were a few nurses pushing a stretcher.

They were going to put Song Yuan on the stretcher and wheel her out.

Her face immediately darkened. Her lashes lowered slightly, then trembled as they lifted. The tears welling in her eyes were the very picture of grievance.

She bit her lip and just looked at him without saying a word.

Sister Lai steeled herself and ventured, “Mr. Bo, even if she’s going on a stretcher, someone still has to carry Yuan Yuan onto it. Could I trouble you to lend a hand?”

Bo Yanching’s brow quirked slightly. He only cast a meaningful glance at the nurses.

A few nurses gathered around, ready to lift Song Yuan onto the stretcher together.

All of a sudden, Song Yuan’s legs gave out and she fell back onto the bed. It seemed she’d hit the wound on her leg. She hissed in pain, and in her panic, yanked down the hem of her skirt, her pale hand braced on her knee. She lifted her head and a clear tear fell.

“I’m sorry, Third Brother Bo, my leg hurts too much,” she gritted her teeth and swallowed her pride. “I’m begging you!”

Bo Yanching still remained unmoved. At this moment, he thought of the always-useful Han Chuan. He had even pulled out his phone, but before he could scroll to the call log, a hand suddenly shoved his shoulder from behind.

Bo Yanching was a big guy, over one-eighty…

Yet that unexpected shove almost sent him stumbling.

He turned around, and the coldness in his eyes instantly straightened up and behaved the moment he caught sight of the back of Nan Jiaojiao’s head.

“Excuse me, loosen your grip.” Nan Jiaojiao was talking to Sister Lai.

Not only did Sister Lai not loosen up, she clutched Song Yuan’s arm even tighter, glaring warily at Nan Jiaojiao. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just giving you a hand.” Nan Jiaojiao lowered her head to look at the equally stunned Song Yuan in the bed. “Didn’t you say your legs are so injured you can’t even lift them?”

Song Yuan came back to herself. She shot Sister Lai a look and withdrew her own hand, then asked uncertainly, “Jiaojiao, you’re helping me?”

“Yeah.”

Nan Jiaojiao bent down, scooped Song Yuan up in a bridal carry, turned around and took a couple of steps, then set her down on the stretcher.

“Alright, take her out.”

The nurses were all dumbfounded. Their gazes sneaked over to Bo Yanching, then flicked back and forth between the three of them, and in the end, they secretly stole a few more glances at the celebrity on the stretcher, whose face was flushed red with a complicated, mortified expression.