Recognized by My Ex After Being Reborn
Chapter 518 Do you need a bodyguard?

Chapter 518: 518 Do you need a bodyguard?

Shi Lan looked meaningfully at the two for a moment, and then left the hospital with the staff from the collaborating party.

Having been running around the hospital since disembarking from the plane and covered in sweat, the young lady planned to indulge in a luxurious rose bath in the hotel bathtub tonight.

...

The environment inside the hospital was noisy, and since they were in a large ward, their space for movement was limited. They could only lie and sit, facing each other, silent for a long time. Fortunately, everyone around them was Russian, so even if they spoke, no one else could understand.

"Do you... want to drink some water or something?" The little rascal felt a bit awkward and thought to break the ice with some small talk.

"Avoiding me?"

"Why would I avoid you?" The little rascal’s face flushed with embarrassment at having touched on a sensitive issue, "Isn’t it just that I’ve been rushed off my feet all day with flying and then searching for someone all night, so I’m tired?"

"Help me into the wheelchair, you go up and sleep," Huo Zhao said.

"Is that okay? To have the patient sitting?"

"My injuries aren’t serious," Huo Zhao said. "Of course, if you don’t want to sleep, you can also answer my questions."

The little rascal struggled for a moment, deflated, and said, "What do you want to ask? Just don’t ask me why I ran over here with that utterly boring question; I’m afraid you might die without anyone to collect your body."

"Then I have nothing to ask," Huo Zhao said.

"You... really don’t want to tell a single lie," the little rascal pouted, "Huo Zhao, in the world of adults, some things don’t need to be spelled out too clearly. I just like coming over here and making you feel indebted to me, so even if you’re lying in a hospital bed, you’ll be constantly thinking about repaying the favor, because you’re the type of person who hates owing others."

Huo Zhao rarely smiled. To be more specific, the smiles he had shown in front of others these days could be counted on one hand.

But at this moment, he genuinely smiled, a light chuckle mixed with a hint of helplessness.

"You actually smiled."

Huo Zhao composed himself, looking at the little rascal, "Did I?"

"A real man should have no problem admitting it. Besides, it’s not a crime to smile if it’s good-looking," An Yang also cracked a smile, showing off his pearly whites.

Huo Zhao looked at him, and then said, "Your sister and I have signed a three-year contract."

"And then?" An Yang asked, puzzled, not understanding why he brought it up.

"Do you need a bodyguard?"

The little rascal was stunned,

His smile froze on his face, and then he stammered, "Need... Yeah, sure."

Although he would have preferred Huo Zhao to protect his sister, he also seemed to want Huo Zhao ready at his side for battle at any moment — quite the contradiction. But whatever, better not to think that far ahead. After all, there were still over two years to consider slowly.

In the ward, amid the bustle of patients and medical staff, their conversation finally opened up completely. Mostly, the little rascal did all the talking, with Huo Zhao often responding with just a hum. However, it seemed they had gotten used to this.

Talking into the night, the little rascal eventually dozed off on the hospital bed.

Huo Zhao draped his coat over the little rascal, then watched An Yang with an exceedingly complicated gaze.

He had followed An Yang in and out of the practice room the previous days; he knew how hard An Yang worked for his dreams. Yet, he had abandoned an important recording session to chase all the way to Russia.

As a warrior, he did not need pity or sympathy, nor did he need concern from others.

Walking in the shadows for their employers was their sworn duty.

He didn’t particularly care whether he was alive or dead, but someone was caring for him.

In the middle of the night, An Yang was awakened by the shouts of a patient. When he propped himself up, he found to his surprise that he was actually lying on the bed. Looking at Huo Zhao, he noticed he had switched places with him and was sleeping soundly on his stomach.

How did he manage that?

...

The next morning, Shi Lan and the staff from their collaborators arrived at the hotel, bringing breakfast for both the injured and the mischievous brat.

"We’ve found the person, and you should hurry back. Even if you don’t have an elimination race this week, there are other tasks and recordings. Don’t let too many people take responsibility for you,"

The mischievous brat rubbed his eyes and nodded. "I understand."

"As for Huo Zhao, I’ll arrange for him to return to the country later," Shi Lan added, and handed a new phone to Huo Zhao, "You bodyguards are really rough on phones."

"Thank you," Huo Zhao said, accepting the phone.

"Now that we can contact you, I can sleep peacefully knowing I won’t have to throw you off the plane. Moreover," Shi Lan chided the mischievous brat, "Tang Ze told me about your unexcused absence from the promotional video shoot, which displeased our collaborators. After you return, figure out a way to make it right. Let me be clear, this won’t be an easy fix."

"Sis, can you not mention these things in front of Huo Zhao?" the mischievous brat quickly covered Shi Lan’s mouth.

"Did you wash your hands before touching me like that?"

"You guys go ahead, I’ll return to the country shortly," Huo Zhao said.

Worried?

That is to say, the mischievous brat’s opportunity wasn’t wasted.

After taking care of these things, Shi Lan formally thanked the staff from their collaborating company and nabbed the mischievous brat to head to the airport together.

Though he was reluctant, he knew the severity of the situation, so he switched his chatter with Huo Zhao from speaking to communicating via WeChat.

"Stop grinning. Your absence from the shoot has gotten around online; it’s just starting to emerge, and it’s already casting a bad light on you in the industry. Think about how you’ll explain it to Tang Ze when you get back," Shi Lan conveyed the seriousness of the situation to the mischievous brat. "Let me tell you, in situations like this, when you deal with partners who are determined to hold you accountable, you’ll be skinned alive if you don’t die."

"Sis," the mischievous brat put down his phone, looked at Shi Lan, and said, "The moment I saw him, I felt at ease."

So everything else didn’t matter.

"Okay, go back and be contrite."

...

In fact, Shi Lan didn’t exaggerate the seriousness; online uproar over the mischievous brat’s unexplained absence from the promotional video shoot, arrogance, and disregard for the spirit of the contract, was widespread.

Many felt that An Yang was getting ahead of himself, having just gained popularity through hard work, and now his true colors were showing, weren’t they?

Even though Peak had come forward to apologize and explain, the collaboration partner was hit where it hurt and made a big fuss about the situation without mercy.

The moment the siblings landed, they began to feel the brewing storm in Yancheng.

Turning on their phones, they were greeted with all sorts of domestic entertainment news.

Fortunately, they kept a low profile; after exiting the airport, they immediately got into the car that Xun Yinghua had sent to pick them up.

"Madam, where to first?"

"Let’s take An Yang to our collaborators first," Shi Lan said.