The assistant stood for a while before closing the door, leaving Lu Jinnian's room.
"Qiao Qiao, what's going on with you and Lu Jinnian?" Zhao Meng finally asked after they entered the elevator.
Qiao Anhao remain silent, her gaze falling onto the medicine that Zhao Meng was holding. Her lips pressed into a thin line.
"I thought you were doing well a while back? He angered you? Qiao Qiao, what happened?"
Zhao Meng persistently asked several times, but Qiao Anhao never once replied. When they reached the room, she walked straight into the bathroom to shower and then climbed onto the bed.
Before she could flip the blanket open, a box came flying, landing in front of her.
It was the gastric medicine that Lu Jinnian had gotten for her.
"Qiao Qiao, it's from Lu Jinnian. If you want it, you can eat it. If you don't want it, you can toss it. I'm not going to settle it for you," Zhao Meng said decisively and headed to the bathroom.
Qiao Anhao stared at the box for a long while before putting in on the bedside table. She laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind in a mess.
She wanted to eat the gastric medicine, and at the same time, she didn't want to eat it. Just like when she was in front of him, she had wanted to reach out for the medicine, but she had forced herself not to.
Deep inside, she knew that she was using the easiest way to get back at him for the sadness that he had caused.
Qiao Anhao felt extremely lethargic, probably due to the gastric problems. Even though she was still thinking about the medicine beside her, she fell into a deep sleep the next instant.
That night, she slept deeply. The next day, when she woke up, she felt much more energized.
She had filming the entire day, hence she quickly prepared herself before following Zhao Meng to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.
As usual, the breakfast served was nutritious. Qiao Anhao saw golden yellow dough fritters and took two.
After sitting down, she took two sips of a drink before using her chopsticks to pick up the dough fritters. After taking a bite, she found the dough fritters extremely oily, even though she didn't think so normally. Her entire stomach was fumbling, she dropped the chopsticks, and without even waiting for Zhao Meng to ask her anything, she ran out of the restaurant to the washroom.
She didn't even have time to enter a bathroom cubicle, vomiting into a public basin.
When Lu Jinnian came down for breakfast, he saw Qiao Anhao running towards the washroom the moment the elevator doors open.
Just then, his assistant commented, "Miss Qiao doesn't look good."
Lu Jinnian frowned. He hesitated slightly before instructing his assistant to wait at the restaurant. He then took large strides, following after Qiao Anhao.
The minute he entered the bathroom, he heard someone vomiting. He walked in and saw Qiao Anhao's slender figure hunched over a basin, puking continuously.
Lu Jinnian didn't hesitate, running towards her to grab her arm. "What's wrong? Your stomach still hurts?"
The moment Qiao Anhao heard him, her body stiffened. Before she could react, she lowered her head for another wave of vomit.