927: I'm Not As Good As You Think

I'm Not As Good As You Think

The sound of running water was quickly heard from inside the bathroom.1

Han Cihui heard the sound and heaved a long sigh. He dared to assure that this was definitely the most awkward moment of his life.

After Jia Qiulian finished showering, she took the undergarment Han Cihui had bought for her. For some reason, she felt very shy.

If she had any other choice, she would not put them on...

Picking up the underwear, she put it on and found that the size was just right!

It was not too big and not too small, it fits her so well that she doubted her life.

She could not help but think of how many women Han Cihui had met before that he could accurately measure her size with just one glance.

She was very embarrassed, what should she do now?

Han Cihui heard the sound of water running off and guessed that Jia Qiulian had finished showering, so he raised his head and stared at the bathroom entrance.

But after waiting so long that his eyes almost popped out, Jia Qiulian still did not come out.

Suddenly, he remembered the doctor's words to him that suicide victims were likely to suffer from depression. Full of fear, he quickly got up from the sofa, went to the bathroom, and nervously knocked on the door.

"Qiulian! Qiulian!"

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Jia Qiulian stood in front of Han Cihui with a red face.

Her face was so red that even her exposed skin was pale pink. With a dry towel in her hand, she rubbed her wet hair. "Why are you shouting?"

Han Cihui stared at her chest and thought that the dress was indeed very fitting.

He chuckled and went back to the sofa to sit down. "Seeing you haven't come out even after so long, I'm afraid you have passed out inside."

"No, no." Jia Qiulian felt her tongue-tied as she faced Han Cihui. She could not speak properly. She stuttered like a little girl who had just fallen in love.

Han Cihui's gaze wandered around Jia Qiulian's body. He nodded with satisfaction. "My taste is really good. This dress really suits you."

Jia Qiulian's face became even redder, just like a tomato. It was so red that it could drip blood.

She lowered her head and walked over to the hospital bed. She quickly packed the rest of her dirty clothes into the bag. Perhaps because she was nervous, one of the clothes slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.

Han Cihui looked at her and frowned. "It's dirty. Why don't you blow dry your hair first while I wash it clean for you?"

"Huh?" Jia Qiulian was shocked and quickly bent down to pick up the cloth that had fallen to the floor. Then, as if she had been caught by someone, she hid it behind her. "N-no need. I- I can wash it myself!"

Han Cihui frowned and looked at Jia Qiulian's wet hair. He was worried that she would catch a cold and stood up. Stretching out his long arm, he actually grabbed the underwear from Jia Qiulian's back.

"Aiya, what are you doing!" Jia Qiulian's face was on fire. It was so hot that it hurt. She reached out to take her underwear, but Han Cihui casually pushed her hand away. "Hurry up and blow dry your hair. If you don't, you'll catch a cold and will not be able to leave the hospital tomorrow."

Han Cihui was like an old woman who was busy nagging. "I have already told my brother that I'll bring you with me tomorrow morning. This is just a piece of clothing. I can help you wash it."

Jia Qiulian was speechless.

Talking to Han Cihui was like talking to a ghost. She really could not interrupt him even if she wanted to.

At first, she thought that after Han Cihui finished speaking, she could speak her mind. But who would have thought that Han Cihui would enter the bathroom with just a few steps?

Jia Qiulian: "..."

She sighed and decided to look for a hair dryer. She plugged it in and blow-dried her hair.

However, no matter how much she wanted to focus on blow-drying, her eyes were always on the bathroom door.

Fortunately, Han Cihui finished washing quickly. He walked out with wet hands.

When he saw that Jia Qiulian's hair was still wet, he walked toward her. "Why aren't you done yet? Do you want me to help you?"

"Ah? No!" Jia Qiulian dodged his hand and moved aside in a panic. "I can do it myself!"

"Alright, then." Han Cihui acted like he didn't know anything. He walked back to the sofa and sat down. He took out his cell phone to play.

Jia Qiulian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly blow-dried her hair.

Seeing that Jia Qiulian had not finished packing, Han Cihui got up again and walked over to the bed to help her pack.

Jia Qiulian was very embarrassed. She quickly took her dress from Han Cihui's hand and put it aside. Then, she pushed him towards the sofa. "Can you just sit down here? I can do that myself. I'll pack up in a minute."

Han Cihui had to sit down. He looked at Jia Qiulian helplessly. "I'm just afraid you'll be tired and your body can't take it. If something happens to you, what should I do?"

"I'm fine." Jia Qiulian tried her best to keep a smile on her face. "Young Master Han, please don't worry about me. No matter what happens, I can manage on my own."

"I know you can." Han Cihui was a little disappointed. He sadly lowered his head. "It's just that I care about you."

Of course, Jia Qiulian knew about his worries. His heart was as obvious as a mirror when he took care of her and accompanied her for the past few days.

She knew that he liked her.

And without Han Cihui needing to say it himself, she could tell that he was definitely a young master at home. His ten fingers never do any chores, and yet here he was, running like a slave for her.

It wasn't that Jia Qiulian didn't like Han Cihui, but...

"I know." Her voice suddenly softened, "I know what you did for me. It's just... I don't understand. I'm just a simple girl and you're the young master of a formidable family, what ability do I have that you treat me so well?"

"Who said that!" Han Cihui interrupted her words. "Jia Qiulian, don't belittle yourself. You're very good. You are the best girl I've ever met in my life. What I do for you is just a small thing. Didn't I say as long as you want, I'll definitely help you make a name for yourself in the entertainment industry, and I don't expect any return from you either. I just want to be by your side when you are at your most helpless. Whatever you want to do, I will support you and accompany you. Until ..."

Han Cihui didn't really want to say anything more. But at this moment, he knew that if he didn't say it, he'd be pressuring her.

"Until you're strong enough that you don't need me anymore."

Jia Qiulian just looked at Han Cihui as if she wanted to look into his heart. After having her heart broken by a bastard, she didn't think there would be such a good man in this world.

The current Han Cihui was just like her from before. She'd sacrificed everything for that bastard, but when he no longer needed her, he abandoned her until she was in so much pain that she could no longer live.

If Han Cihui's feelings for her were too deep, it would be hard for him to let go.

"Han Cihui..." Jia Qiulian suddenly opened her mouth, "Actually... you don't have to be nice to me. I'm... not as good as you think. I'm afraid... I'm afraid that when I'm strong enough and get what I want, I'll disappoint you..."

"Don't say you'll disappoint me, this is what I'm willing to do." Han Cihui interrupted her again. "First of all, I don't expect anything from you. I just think that if I can see you smile often, I'll be very satisfied to be the light of your life. Second, the matter of feelings: If you like me, then I'm happy. If you don't like me, I just feel like I'm not good enough for you. It's too early to say anything, let's not talk so deeply about this subject."

Han Cihui stood up and pushed Jia Qiulian to the side of the bed. "You should pack your things. Don't think about anything for now. You're going to see Director Fan tomorrow. At that time, there will be a tough battle for you to face. Even though I told you that you'd get the part, but I'm just bragging about it. You still have to rely on yourself."

Jia Qiulian understood what he meant.

Her future still depended on herself.

Han Cihui only helped her introduce some people and helped her with some things.

Jia Qiulian smiled and bent down to pack her things. "Alright, I understand. From now on, I will forget about this. I should focus on my career first."

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