After Swapping Bodies with the Movie Queen, She Ended Up with Me (GL) - Chapter 50

The news of Rong Qing falling ill and being hospitalized spread quickly. When Mu Lingwan carried her in, it was done in such haste that the nurses and doctors all recognized them. Even if they didn’t mention it at the time, Mu Lingwan was certain they would gossip behind their backs. Given her fame, trending on social media was inevitable.

Fortunately, it wasn’t anything major—just an illness—so no PR intervention was necessary.

This was the first time Mu Lingwan had ever dealt with someone being sick. Even when she had a cold or fever herself, she’d just sit in a chair while her assistants ran around making arrangements. Today marked her first time handling registration and payment, and it was a bit chaotic, so she ended up calling Zhou Ying for help.

Zhou Ying hurried into the room, looking travel-worn, and saw Rong Qing lying in bed with a feverish flush on her face, an IV drip in her arm. Mu Lingwan sat on the nearby sofa, brows furrowed, clearly displeased.

“What happened?” Zhou Ying asked in surprise. “She was fine before—how did she suddenly get so sick? Is it serious? What did the doctor say?”

Mu Lingwan tilted her chin slightly toward the unconscious Rong Qing. “She filmed late into the night yesterday and probably got drenched in the rain. The doctor said her fever isn’t breaking, so they’re giving her an IV to monitor her condition.”

Zhou Ying grimaced at the memory of last night’s downpour. “I blame myself for not being on set to supervise. I was swamped with work and couldn’t get away—had to entertain some investors over dinner.”

Mu Lingwan didn’t hold it against her. After all, she had been on set herself and had neglected to remind Rong Qing to stay warm.

“I saw the trending topic,” Zhou Ying said. “It’s nothing negative. The studio can just issue a statement—no need to suppress it.”

Mu Lingwan nodded and handed over the stack of hospital documents on the table. “I don’t understand hospital procedures. You handle it.”

Zhou Ying didn’t refuse. Setting her bag down, she took the paperwork and left, figuring she should also remind the nurses and doctors not to linger around taking photos.

Once she was gone, the ward fell quiet again.

Rong Qing lay in bed, her fever making her breathing heavy. Mu Lingwan stood up and adjusted the IV drip’s flow rate, then touched the back of Rong Qing’s hand before gently pulling the blanket higher over her.

Perhaps the discomfort of illness stirred Rong Qing, as she drowsily opened her eyes. Seeing Mu Lingwan standing by her bedside, she thought she was dreaming and weakly tugged at the hem of Mu Lingwan’s clothes from under the blanket.

Mu Lingwan bent down, cupping Rong Qing’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Though delirious from fever, Rong Qing could still recognize who was beside her. She murmured something unintelligible, and Mu Lingwan had to lean closer to hear her ask, “Did you have another nightmare?”

Those seven simple words made Mu Lingwan’s heart clench. Rong Qing’s half-lidded eyes suggested she wasn’t fully conscious, her lips slightly parted, cheeks still flushed—giving her an oddly intoxicated appearance.

A thought flickered through Mu Lingwan’s mind, and she inexplicably recalled something Zhou Ying had once told her. Her pulse quickened as she gazed at Rong Qing, then slowly lowered her head and brushed her lips against Rong Qing’s.

Rong Qing’s lips were burning hot. Mu Lingwan recoiled as if shocked, silently cursing herself for entertaining such absurd notions. Nervously, she glanced back at the bed, only to find Rong Qing’s eyes closed again, breathing steadily as if she had fallen back asleep.

When Zhou Ying returned, she found Mu Lingwan sitting on the sofa looking utterly drained.

“What’s wrong?” Zhou Ying approached with concern, saying, “You look terrible. Are you sick too?”

Mu Lingwan shook her head. While she did feel unwell, it wasn’t serious—she attributed it to her earlier impulsive actions. Seeing Zhou Ying back, she said, “Have someone stay here to take care of her. I’m not feeling well today.”

Hearing this, Zhou Ying immediately grew anxious, worried something might be wrong with her too, and quickly urged her to get checked.

“No need,” Mu Lingwan refused. “I’m just tired. Book a room at the hotel next door for me—I’ll be fine after some sleep.”

“Alright. Xiao Qu is on her way here—I’ll have her book a room on the way. Should I take you there now?”

“No need to escort me. Stay here and take good care of her.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

“Yeah.”

Mu Lingwan took a mask and hat from Zhou Ying, glanced one last time at Rong Qing lying on the hospital bed, then turned and left the room.

Qu Xiaojing arrived quickly. She booked a suite at a nearby hotel—the closest high-end accommodation to the hospital. Mu Lingwan took the key card, went upstairs, and as soon as she entered the room, exhaustion overwhelmed her. She collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ying was busy coordinating with the studio team about issuing a statement. News of Mu Lingwan’s hospitalization had spread like wildfire. While most fans sent warm wishes, other matters proved troublesome.

Directors called one after another for updates, followed by producers, not to mention relatives, friends, and business partners—it seemed everyone who’d rarely contacted them before suddenly reached out. Zhou Ying’s phone barely had a moment’s rest. Fortunately, she’d wisely summoned Qu Xiaojing in advance, so the two could manage the workload together.

After working through the night, they finally finalized the studio’s official statement. By midnight, fans began delivering flowers to the hospital, all of which Zhou Ying politely declined. It wasn’t until 3 or 4 AM that she finally dozed off beside the hospital bed.

Rong Qing was awakened by an alarm.

Blinking groggily, she saw only slivers of light seeping through the curtains in the dim room. Confused, she sat up and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, puzzled—hadn’t she fallen asleep at home? Why was she here now?

She walked to the window and drew back the curtains, revealing a bustling street outside. The morning sun had risen, casting golden reflections off distant skyscrapers that made her squint.

Scanning the room again, she realized she seemed to be in a hotel.

Approaching the door, she peeked into the empty hallway before closing it again. She decided to look for her phone first, hoping to call Mu Lingwan and ask what was going on.

But as she passed the bathroom, she suddenly froze, took two steps back, and stared at the reflection in the mirror.

Rong Qing: “…!!!!!”

She immediately rushed to the mirror, eyes widening in shock at the familiar face staring back at her, and let out a loud scream!

Half an hour later, Rong Qing finally calmed down. Gazing at her reflection, she joyfully cupped her own face in her hands.

Though she didn’t know how it happened, she had switched back!

Rong Qing was overjoyed and immediately started searching everywhere for her phone to share the good news with Mu Lingwan. Just as she found it, a knock came at the door.

Qu Xiaojing called from outside, “Teacher Rong, I brought you breakfast. Are you up yet?”

Hearing it was Qu Xiaojing, Rong Qing perked up and rushed to open the door. Seeing the assistant standing there with breakfast in hand, she eagerly asked, “Where—where’s Mu Lingwan? Where is she?”

Qu Xiaojing blinked in confusion. “Teacher Mu is still at the hospital, of course.”

Rong Qing froze. “What? Why is she in the hospital?”

Now even more puzzled, Qu Xiaojing said, “Yesterday, you were the one who took her to the hospital when she fell ill. Don’t you remember?”

Ill? Hospitalized? Taken there by Mu Lingwan?

Rong Qing found this equally baffling, but since Qu Xiaojing wasn’t privy to their secret, she couldn’t explain further. Hurriedly, she gathered her things, skipped breakfast, and accompanied the assistant to visit Mu Lingwan at the hospital.

Early in the morning, the hospital entrance was crowded—especially near the inpatient building, where groups of young girls clustered by the flower beds, clutching bouquets and gifts while peering inside. They didn’t seem like ordinary visitors, particularly when their eyes lit up at the sight of Rong Qing.

Her heart sank. Quickly pulling her hat lower, Rong Qing followed Qu Xiaojing into the building.

The private ward was on the top floor. Only after entering the elevator did Rong Qing relax slightly. Removing her hat, she whispered, “Those people downstairs were fans, right? There were so many—it scared me.”

Qu Xiaojing glanced curiously at her companion. Over the past few days, she’d barely exchanged words with this girlfriend of her boss—the woman had always coldly ordered her around. This sudden small talk felt awkward.

“Ah, yeah,” Qu Xiaojing replied politely. “Fans started gathering last night. Some nurses tried to take photos too, but Zhou Ying turned them away.”

“Zhou Ying’s here too?”

“Huh? Yeah.” Qu Xiaojing blinked. “Didn’t you call her to the hospital yesterday, Teacher Rong? You said you needed extra hands and asked me to come help too.”

Rong Qing broke into a sweat and nodded hastily. “Right, right. I forgot.”

Qu Xiaojing smiled, and Rong Qing grinned back. Though unclear about the details, she figured it wasn’t a big deal—she could sort everything out once she saw Mu Lingwan.

Upon reaching the top floor, they stepped out to find the hallway packed with people. The moment they appeared, all eyes turned toward them. Rong Qing stiffened.

“What’s going on?” she asked quietly. Qu Xiaojing shook her head. “No idea, Teacher Rong. They weren’t here when I left this morning.”

As they stood bewildered, Zhou Ying emerged from one of the rooms, nodding at an assistant. Spotting Rong Qing from the corner of her eye, she immediately waved the other person off and hurried over.

Rong Qing was just about to excitedly greet Zhou Ying when Zhou Ying grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nearby emergency stairwell. Lowering her voice urgently, Zhou Ying said, “It’s bad! Your mom is here in the ward. Rong Qing has already woken up—what should we do?”

Blinking her eyes, Rong Qing replied, “Zhou Ying, it’s me—Rong Qing.”

Zhou Ying was pacing anxiously and frowned at her words. “I know what you mean—you want Rong Qing to pretend to be you. But that won’t work! Your mom is sharp; she’d never mistake her own daughter. What are we going to do?!”

Rong Qing burst into laughter, making Zhou Ying stomp her foot in frustration. “How can you laugh at a time like this?!”

“Don’t worry, she’ll handle it just fine.” Rong Qing’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled at Zhou Ying. “Because I really am Rong Qing~”

Zhou Ying: “…Huh?”