Chapter 42: The Miraculous Ointment

Seeing that message, Zhou Jiajia was so furious she nearly threw her phone across the room. Shen Daiying—she was the one who had helped her rise! Now even her former roles had been stolen by her, and in the end, her own agent dared to treat her like this.

Zhou Jiajia’s eyes flashed coldly. “Do you think I don’t know about your affair? Hmph, Shen Daiying, you were nothing but a singer nobody cared about. You latched onto Jiang Jianhao, used his connections to enter the entertainment world, and finally ingratiated yourself with me. If I hadn’t introduced you to a few TV dramas, would you be where you are today?”

“Now you won’t even answer my calls. Even when you want to use me for publicity, you have your lover send the message instead. Shen Daiying, I must have been blind back then!”

Muttering to herself, Zhou Jiajia scrolled through her old photos, tears streaming down her face once more. Eventually, she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning, Zhou Jiajia woke from a nightmare, instinctively reaching for her disfigured face. She gave a bitter smile—she was barely surviving now. If not for her unwillingness to let those who looked down on her see her fall, she might have already given up on life.

She began to get dressed. As her hand brushed her arm, she suddenly frowned. “Hm? Why is it… so smooth…”

Smooth skin—she hadn’t thought of those words in so long. She thought it must be her imagination, but when she looked down at her arm—

Her pupils contracted sharply. “Ah…”

Her arm had healed!

Not a scar remained. Her skin was as delicate, rosy, and smooth as a baby’s.

What was going on?

Suddenly, a flash of memory: yesterday’s young man, the ointment he’d applied right there. And his name…

Damn it, she hadn’t even asked for his name.

Zhou Jiajia tumbled out of bed, remembering that the young man had left his number on a slip of paper. She had to find it, she had to…

At last, beneath the bed, she found the note Zhang Xiaofan had left.

She picked it up as if it were a treasure. Right now, all she wanted to do was laugh out loud at the heavens.

Zhang Xiaofan was deep in sleep, dreaming of being with Su Qianqian—again and again, never enough…

“Zhang Xiaofan, want to come with me?”

Suddenly, he felt something pressing down on him, making him uncomfortable yet strangely pleasant. He opened his eyes to see Liu Yu sprawled across him.

“Damn—” Zhang Xiaofan was startled. So the ‘pleasure’ was from this female ghost? This was bad!

Liu Yu saw he was awake and said, “You looked pent up. I just wanted to help you relieve the fire. Don’t mention it.”

“Get lost!” Zhang Xiaofan leapt up, covering himself. Damn, it had already happened.

Though the sensation had been nice, thinking about a female ghost helping him out was both awkward and disgusting.

Liu Yu stuck out her enormous tongue. “It’s not like we really did anything. I just rubbed you through your pants. If we’d really done it, I’d have drained your vitality by now.”

Zhang Xiaofan said, mortified, “You shouldn’t do that either.”

“Fine, I was only trying to help.”

“Help my ass!”

Just then, his phone rang. It was an unknown number. He answered, and Zhou Jiajia’s incredulous voice came through: “Sir, this is Zhou Jiajia. I’m so sorry about yesterday. Your ointment is miraculous—my skin has really healed.”

Zhang Xiaofan’s lips curled into a smile. “I told you, you’d witness a miracle.”

“Yes, yes, I believe you completely now. Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up right away.”

Zhang Xiaofan gave her the name of his hotel. It wasn’t far from the hospital; soon, a car arrived to collect him.

When they reached the hospital, even the security guards were stunned. Wasn’t this the crazed fan from yesterday? How had he ended up being personally escorted in by Zhou Jiajia’s assistant?

Under the amazed gazes of everyone, Zhang Xiaofan entered the hospital room. The moment he stepped in, Zhou Jiajia rushed over and hugged him excitedly. “Young man, you’re finally here!”

She eagerly showed him her arm. “Look, the ointment you applied yesterday—I'm completely healed!”

The two maids and her assistant in the room were also astonished, all turning to stare at Zhang Xiaofan.

He gestured for Zhou Jiajia to send them out—too many people, too many eyes.

Zhou Jiajia promptly asked them to leave, then said with delight, “Young man, what’s your name?”

“Zhang Xiaofan.”

“Mhm, Xiaofan, please, sit down. You must not have eaten so early. I just ordered some soup dumplings for you—please, have some while they’re hot.”

One had to admit, this girl was thoughtful and not at all pretentious. She hadn’t pressed him for more ointment, either. Though her face was still marred by scars, Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t help but feel a fondness for her.

He ate a few soup dumplings, and under Zhou Jiajia’s gleaming eyes, took out the bottle of scar-removing ointment.

“Here, take it,” Zhang Xiaofan said, sipping his soy milk.

Zhou Jiajia took the ointment with trembling hands, murmuring, “Xiaofan, don’t you have any requests? Like… money?”

To her, such a miraculous ointment must be priceless. After all, it had made her scars vanish overnight. Where on earth could one find such a medicine?

Zhang Xiaofan nodded. “I do need some money. I don’t even have enough for my trip home. Also, there’s something else I need your help with.”

Zhou Jiajia stared at him in disbelief. This bottle of medicine was only worth travel expenses?

She suddenly realized that this young man hadn’t helped her for money.

But she didn’t press further, heading into the bathroom to apply the ointment.

While Zhang Xiaofan waited outside, Liu Yu remarked, “There’s something strange about this room.”

Zhang Xiaofan snapped, “Why do you have so much to say for a ghost?”

He’d grown used to Liu Yu’s presence and spoke to her as he would anyone else.

Liu Yu insisted, “I’m not making it up. There’s an evil energy in this room. If someone stays here too long, they’ll start having hallucinations, their personality will become more violent, they’ll develop insomnia, and eventually, they’ll feel compelled to end their own life. During this time, the evil energy will drain their spirit and vitality, making them look lifeless. It’s a particularly insidious force that slowly erodes a person’s will.”

Zhang Xiaofan was startled. “You mean, even when Zhou Jiajia is in this state, someone still wants to harm her?”

He suddenly recalled past news reports: when Zhou Jiajia had her car accident, it had been very strange. There were no other cars nearby, yet a black vehicle had rammed into hers, after which her car inexplicably caught fire. Tragically, there were no surveillance cameras or witnesses, and the driver who hit her had fled. It was all very suspicious.

Now, with the sinister energy in this room, could it be that someone really was trying to kill Zhou Jiajia?