Chapter Twenty-Three No Difference

  "Your breakfast, please open the door." A very polite and gentle female voice, soft and natural, making people feel relaxed when they hear it.

  Xiang Hong lifted her hand to tidy up her hair, looked down at her body wrapped tightly, peeked at the cat's eyes, and only then did she feel relieved enough to open the door.

  A slightly plump woman in her thirties pushed a tall food cart in, smiled and nodded at her, and went straight to the dining table. The food on the cart was covered with various containers, emitting hot and steaming aromas that stimulated her empty stomach to growl.

  She awkwardly pursed her lips, closed the door and followed him.

  The woman arranged the food item by item on the large dining table, took out two boxes from a compartment under the meal cart, and opened them on a low table beside her: "These are your clothes and shoes, please sign for them!"

  Xiang Hong hesitated for a moment before taking the pen and signing her name.

  The woman put the prescription into her work uniform pocket, bent down and took out two boxes of medicine, took out one and handed it to her: "This is an oral emergency contraceptive pill, please take it now."

  "Are you going to eat now?" San Hong's face turned red with embarrassment.

  "Uh-huh, this is a topical medication. If your wound is severe, we have specialized medical professionals to help you with that."

  The woman said and handed her another box of medicine, seeing her dazed, turned around and poured her a glass of water.

  "External application? What wound?" Sang Hong wondered.

  "If the friction is severe, there will be inflammation, which may affect walking." The woman's words were subtle, and Xiang Hong blinked her eyes repeatedly, stunned for a while before understanding what she meant. Suddenly, her face flushed with embarrassment, as if last night's events had become public knowledge in an instant.

  She hid her complicated thoughts, read the instructions clearly, took out the only two pills, and drank the water handed over by the woman: "Thank you!"

  The pill is very small, not astringent or bitter, but the bitterness in her heart has begun to spread. Is this to prevent her from blackmailing him with pregnancy? How despicable!

  She gritted her teeth hard and tried to make herself not care.

  The woman smiled professionally at her, reached out to pull out the chair for her, and began to carefully set up the exquisite tableware, gently ladling porridge and dishes into her bowl.

  The thick fragrance couldn't dispel the desolation in her heart, how could she not be concerned? She had never expected herself to fall into such a humiliating situation.

  "Uh—I'll come myself, so I—won't be too used to it."

  Xiang Hong spoke up and shooed the woman away before she lost control of her tears.

  "Alright, I'll go down first, if you need me to clean the room, just ring for me."

  The woman nodded politely and turned to leave, in her eyes, it was just another young girl's fragile sorrow of spring and autumn, like a moth flying into the fire.

  I don't know how much she earned last night, but at least according to the information she knew, the club has lost tens of millions of income in these days, and this girl made countless girls who eat young rice here talk about it with relish and insomnia.

  ……

  Xiang Hong watched her leave, feeling heartbroken and unbearable pain from the wounds on her body. She hobbled into the bathroom, took a simple bath, looked at the instructions for the medicine, and applied it with tears streaming down her face.

  Then sat down at the dinner table and started eating fiercely, with chopsticks clinking against the plate, as if venting her anger on that man's abs!

  But why did tears seem like a floodgate that had been opened, and would gush out at the slightest carelessness? She hastily wiped them away, convincing herself:

  "This isn't an insult, it's just a normal procedure to protect girls. You can think of it as just having had a nightmare, and when you wake up, you still have to take care of your mom, still have to take the college entrance exam, everything is just like before."

  But in her heart, she clearly knew that after last night, everything would never be the same again.

  This kind of gift is generally laughable and pitifully humiliating, far more painful than her father's slap in the face, and she couldn't convince herself otherwise.

  You need to get a good rest so your face can be presentable and you'll have energy to go out.

  She reluctantly left the dinner table, picked up the remote control, and turned on the large LCD TV on the opposite wall, which was replaying last night's news.

  She forced herself to lie down, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what. The events of last night were still vivid in her mind, that cold and hard yet passionate face filled her brain.

  Crawling on the sofa, staring at the screen with wide eyes, trying to distract myself.

  Suddenly, she was so frightened that she almost choked on her own saliva.

  All that was seen was Song Shuyu's shot, he faced the camera with a calm and composed expression, the kind of confidence that controlled everything made his face look radiant and handsome.

  All he said was:

  "Being a journalist is an extremely dangerous profession - this statement is not exaggerated at all. Most of the most shocking photos in history were taken by war correspondents who risked being shot."

  Journalism is also a very noble and sacred profession - this sentence is not hypocritical at all. Every year, many brave journalists around the world risk their lives to get first-hand information on the battlefield and are killed by stray bullets; or they sacrifice their precious lives to expose some dark secrets.

  ……

  Whoa——Sang Hong's head exploded——I'm speechless!

  War correspondent - who is he talking about?

  Mei Xiaonan, the woman he had hidden in his heart!

  Blinking eyes saw a corner of the screen displaying the live broadcast time, apparently what he said when he came here for an interview last night.

  In City A, the morning news always rebroadcasts last night's evening news. That means he was still thinking of that woman before seeing her, and she imitated that woman's voice to attract him, then he did it with her like that!

  Is he... is he really treating her as that woman?

  She crawled up and stumbled to the mirror in the bathroom, patiently observing her face - suddenly, she understood why Qin Luoshui stared at Mei Xiaonan's lens and asked if she felt familiar, because the outline of the face in the mirror was exactly a face close to Mei Xiaonan, only younger and purer!

  She recalled Qin Luoshui's words from two nights ago - This woman might be an opportunity for you, but she could also be a time bomb!

  He can guess everything.

  Song Shuyu apparently took this as a revisit of old dreams.

  What a tragic cannon fodder she is, and yet she still thinks she'll be different!

  How hateful!

  Xiang Hong gripped the remote control, staring at her reflection with clenched teeth - yet unable to express her anger or scream out loud. If she were strong enough, why would she be subjected to such humiliation?

  Even if I humiliated myself, Song Shuyu, the taste you gave me is really too ruthless!