Chapter 693 - 693 Nan Wan Feigning Illness
693 Nan Wan Feigning Illness
After the recording, Lou Ruicong said he had a lot of fun.
Shi Xi: I don’t want to record with Lou Ruicong anymore!
It was as if she was taking care of a child!
After the news #Shi Xi Lou Ruicong recording Endless Joy # came out, it immediately became a hot search.
Among them, some sharp-eyed fans noticed that Shi Xi was holding a heating pad but was wearing a short skirt. They started nagging.
[You can’t wear such a short skirt in winter! Remember to wear a down jacket when you get out of the car! Take off your down jacket when you’re in the room and warm up!]
[Your ears are red from the cold, you’re holding a heating pad in your hand, and your dress is below your knees? Xi Xi, do you want to go to heaven?]
[Her legs are so thin.]
When Shi Xi saw the comments from her mother fans, she was half amused and half warm.
Baby fans are so cute!
I won’t show off my legs next time!
I’ll show off when it’s warm!
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Nan Wan had been keeping an eye on Shi Xi. When she saw that her fans could even discuss such a small matter, she felt sour and jealous.
Nan Wan opened a side account and commented, [She’s really good at putting on a show. So what if the artiste is freezing? She’s not the only one who’s freezing. Disgusting.]
When she saw that there were still people saying that Shi Xi was miserable, Nan Wan retorted, [Do you know how much Shi Xi earns in a day? Don’t you think that you’re miserable? Do you think that Shi Xi, who lives in luxury, is miserable?]
Nan Wan’s reply quickly attracted the attention of Shi Xi’s fans.
[Are you sick? What does Shi Xi’s income have to do with my love for her?]
[She’s pretty, hardworking, and motivated. She deserves to earn so much money. Are you jealous?]
[…]
Nan Wan wanted to reply, but she realized that the other party had blocked her.
F*ck!
Wasn’t it just acting pitiful?
Who couldn’t do it?
Nan Wan’s eyes turned and she thought of a good idea.
The assistant walked in and saw that Nan Wan was still lying on the sofa. She said anxiously, “Sister Nan Wan, you’re going for the audition in the afternoon. Why haven’t you changed your clothes and put on makeup?”
“I’m going to go for the interview without any makeup.” Nan Wan sat up.
The assistant wanted to say that she didn’t look good without makeup, so she might as well put on makeup.
However, the assistant didn’t dare to say this out loud.
“No, I still need to put on makeup,” Nan Wan said.
The assistant heaved a sigh of relief.
“Give me ten minutes.”
Half an hour later, Nan Wan finally got into the car and was ready to go for the audition.
The assistant looked at the time and urged the driver, “Hurry up, we have to get to the audition point in half an hour.”
“What’s the hurry? Let’s go to the hospital first.”
The assistant was shocked. “Why are we going to the hospital? You’re sick?”
“No, I told you to go, so go.” Nan Wan’s eyes were filled with impatience as she said to the driver, “To the hospital.”
The driver naturally listened to Nan Wan and went to the hospital first.
When they arrived at the hospital, Nan Wan asked her assistant to go to the emergency room.
The assistant panicked and said, “Emergency? Sister Nan Wan, what’s wrong with you?”
Nan Wan was wearing a mask and holding her stomach, she said in a low voice, “I’m not feeling well. Use your ID card to get a number. Hurry up!”
“Didn’t you just do it last week?” The assistant looked at Nan Wan’s eyes and did not say anything else. She obediently went to get a number.
After a long while, they finally arrived at Nan Wan.
The doctor glanced at Nan Wan. “Where do you feel uncomfortable?”
Nan Wan: “I’m not sick. Just prescribe me a bottle of glucose drip.”
The doctor looked at Nan Wan like she was an idiot.
“I have money,” Nan Wan replied.
The doctor pressed the internal line. “Security, come here.”
When Nan Wan was escorted out by the security guards, the patients in the corridor had different looks in their eyes.
“Sister Nan Wan,” the assistant asked, trembling, “Shall we go to another hospital?”
Nan Wan thought that the hospital might not give her an IV drip, so she said, “No need, just find a small clinic.”