Breakup at the Start: A Song That Makes Him a Legend, and the School Beauty Pursues Him

Not to mention that the two also have a manager-artist relationship.

If I let her continue to like me, it might be a mistake, and it might waste her time...

Qin Shou's thoughts were in disarray, and he couldn't make sense of them for a while.

Lu Mengyao's lips moved, her eyelids lowered, as if she wanted to say something, but looking at his back, she couldn't utter a single word.

He said he was going upstairs to rest, but in reality, Qin Shou's mind was in a mess and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

His face was full of Lu Mengyao's disappointment.

He tried to shake off all his anxieties, but it only made him feel worse.

In the following days, Qin Shou was even more at a loss as to how to face Lu Mengyao.

His first thought was to make Lu Mengyao stop liking him.

So he avoids her.

He instinctively avoided her when she was around.

Whether at home or in the office.

Qin Shou felt that he could find a way to keep his distance from her.

She'll give up on her own, and maybe she'll meet someone better and stop being sad for herself.

A swift and decisive approach is best for both of them.

However, this continued state of affairs did not make Qin Shou feel at ease.

Especially after he returned to the villa, all he saw were signs of her presence.

A sticky note from her was stuck on the refrigerator: "Don't forget breakfast, I've made it for you!"

There were some ointments stuffed into my backpack, with a note that read: "[Red oil for bruises and sprains and ointment for injuries have been prepared; they must be used on time.]"

Qin Shou frowned.

Her heartwarming gesture only intensified his guilt.

Not to mention that when he was practicing dance, he accidentally fell down because he was practicing difficult moves.

When he hit his waist hard and was sweating profusely from the pain, Lu Mengyao was the first to rush over.

"Little boy, are you alright?" She squatted down beside him, so worried she was about to cry.

That concerned face stirred conflicting emotions within Qin Shou.

"It's okay, I'm fine." The pain seems to be gradually decreasing.

She quickly helped herself up and said softly, "Come on, get up slowly, we'll go to the hospital to get checked out in a bit."

She was so small and weak that it was difficult for her to lift him up, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, managing to drag Qin Shou up.

Qin Shou could feel the power emanating from her body.

In particular, her gaze was full of kindness.

It was truly like sunlight shining into Qin Shou's world.

He coveted it and longed for it, yet he felt inferior and wanted to refuse: "It's nothing, it's just a wrestling match."

"No, it looks painful. We need to get an X-ray, just in case you've broken a bone! Your body doesn't just belong to you anymore, it belongs to me too... I... I mean, I'm your manager, I have to be responsible for you!"

Lu Mengyao was extremely worried and insisted that Qin Shou go to the hospital to get checked out.

Qin Shou couldn't resist her stubbornness, and since it was indeed quite painful, he went to the hospital with Lu Mengyao.

Qin Shou wanted to register, but she pushed him onto a stool.

Then she said to Qin Shou very seriously, "You stay seated and don't get up. I'll be right there!"

She immediately took Qin Shou's ID card and ran to register, and even took him to do some tests, running around everywhere.

Qin Shou saw all of this.

He felt a warm sensation all over his body.

From childhood to adulthood, very few people have been kind to me.

Especially his terrible family of origin, which treated him like a football to be kicked around.

He lived under someone else's roof, having to be mindful of others' opinions. He was afraid of making even the slightest mistake. Even when he was sick, he couldn't go to a hospital; he could just go to a pharmacy, get some medicine, and endure the pain.

If you get injured, just grit your teeth and bear the pain.

But Lu Mengyao, such an outstanding girl, worked tirelessly for him, seemingly without ever getting tired.

She even ran until her face turned red and she was out of breath; her whole heart was with him.

After the examination was completed, she asked him to continue sitting and asked with special concern, "Are you thirsty? Would you like some hot water, coffee, or milk tea? I can buy it for you."

"No need, I don't drink it."

"Okay, let me know when you want to drink." Lu Mengyao was completely focused on Qin Shou.

Besides circling around him, once their turn came, she excitedly informed Qin Shou, "Little friend, we've got an appointment with a specialist! Hurry up!"

Qin Shou nodded gently.

She carefully supported herself, asking every now and then, "Does it still hurt?"

"I'm much better now," Qin Shou said, trying to ease her anxiety.

After the screening was arranged and the expert was consulted, the expert adjusted his glasses and recognized Qin Shou's face beneath the mask, asking in surprise, "You're Qin Shou, aren't you!"

"Yes, it's me." Qin Shou was still somewhat surprised.

I didn't expect that someone at the hospital would know him.

"My daughter really likes you. She's been listening to your songs lately. You're a really great young man. Can I get your autograph?" The doctor smiled broadly.

"Okay." Qin Shou signed without hesitation.

A cough sounded from the side.

Lu Mengyao said seriously to the doctor, "Let's see the doctor first."

She cared about Qin Shou very much and was afraid that his illness would worsen if it dragged on for too long.

The doctor got a little carried away with his joy and apologized, "I'm sorry."

After showing Qin Shou the X-ray and some examination forms, he nodded: "I've taken a look. There are no fractures, just some superficial injuries. A few plasters will do. Go back and rest in bed."

"Are there any other precautions?" Lu Mengyao asked the doctor.

The doctor told her the truth, and Lu Mengyao took it very seriously, even taking out her phone to take notes.

Qin Shou was amused by her serious expression: "There's really no need to exaggerate like that, it's just a minor injury."

"Even minor injuries require attention. You're in your prime right now! We can't let small problems become big ones!" Lu Mengyao said seriously. "Besides, it's only right that I take care of you."

Watching the interaction between the two, the doctor chuckled and said, "Qin Shou, you're so lucky to have such a wonderful girlfriend. Cherish her; girls like her are incredibly rare these days."

Qin Shou was furious when he heard this.

The way the doctor was eating the candy clearly indicated that he had misunderstood something.

Lu Mengyao was also very popular, and she looked at Qin Shou with great shyness.

But fearing it would damage Qin Shou's reputation, she quickly explained, "He is not my boyfriend."

His heart skipped a beat.

"Is that your husband? Are you secretly married?" the doctor asked curiously, looking like he'd just stumbled upon some juicy gossip.

Qin Shou wanted to cry but had no tears.

I didn't expect this doctor to be so gossipy.

"No, we're not in that kind of relationship," she clarified frankly to the doctor.

Suddenly, the sweet feeling in Qin Shou's heart slowly disappeared.

He didn't know why, but he felt uneasy all over.

I felt completely drained, an indescribable awkwardness.

So much so that when Lu Mengyao took him back to the villa, he felt listless.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" Lu Mengyao helped him to the sofa.

Qin Shou blurted out instinctively, "My back is still a little sore."

"Then let me put on this plaster. I'll go out now."

"Aren't you going to put it on for me?" Qin Shou stared straight at her.

"Huh?" Lu Mengyao was taken aback.

A hint of disappointment flickered in Qin Shou's eyes: "I can't stick it."

"Should I have my assistant, Xiao Chen, do it? After all, they're both men," Lu Mengyao said.

She instinctively started to walk out, but Qin Shou felt a sudden emptiness in his heart and grabbed her hand.

He just didn't want her to leave.

"Can't you put it on for me?" Qin Shou's lips curled into a bitter smile.