Her Wild Rose - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Like a Moth to Flame

#TangTangDrowned
#WhoIsChenShen
#ChenShenLiXiang

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Before midnight even arrived, a slew of trending hashtags had already dominated the top of the hot search list. Countless curious netizens clicked in, only to frown in confusion before slowly exiting after realizing the tags had all been muted.

“Looks like they still care a lot about Chen Shen.”

Outside the emergency room, the red light above the door remained lit, seemingly without end.

Shen Jia stood by the entrance, glancing cautiously at Su Qian’s gloomy expression. She hesitated for a moment before adding, “The hot searches we just bought got shut down immediately.”

“That’s normal.”

Su Qian hadn’t rested the entire day. Her bloodshot eyes stared at the glowing emergency sign, as if she could burn a hole right through it.

Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest of the waiting chair, her expression dark. “Chen Shen’s still in the hospital, isn’t he? As long as he’s alive, I don’t believe Li Xiang won’t try to get him out.”

Su Qian had learned that Chen Shen’s face was identical to the late lover Li Xiang had lost to illness, so she was certain that—even if only for that face—Li Xiang wouldn’t abandon Chen Shen just yet.

“Chen Shen’s in the ER too. Dong Yu said the police are already there.”

Shen Jia had expected this move from Li Xiang. She waved her phone with a confident grin. “Our company’s legal team is on site too. If Li Xiang actually manages to bail Chen Shen out, then Red Star Entertainment might as well shut down.”

Red Star’s legal department was the most formidable in the entire entertainment industry—so Shen Jia had every reason to be this confident.

“Excuse me, may I ask which of you is Miss Su?”

At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit carrying a document bag stepped inside. He glanced around before approaching Su Qian and Shen Jia.

“I just received your call regarding a change in the company’s shareholders. I immediately drafted the documents and brought them for your review.”

He respectfully handed a thick file over to Su Qian, his tone humble. “Please take a look and let me know if anything needs revising. If everything’s in order, it can be signed and take effect right away.”

“Su Qian, you’re changing the company’s ownership?”

Shen Jia’s pupils constricted as she caught sight of the first line in the file.

Though Su Qian’s company wasn’t yet listed, and its registered capital couldn’t compare to giants like Red Star or Chenxing, it was still a fortune to any ordinary person.

To make such a move now—was Su Qian really going all in against Li Xiang?

“Yes.”
Su Qian scanned the file line by line, her voice devoid of emotion. “I realized just now, the reason so many people dare to bully Tangtang is because she has no capital behind her. So I’m making her the company’s major shareholder. From now on, anyone in this industry who sees her will have to call her ‘Boss Tang.’”

Her eyes gleamed with something unidentifiable as she looked at Shen Jia, as if she were telling some kind of mythical tale.
“From now on, Tangtang is the capital.”

“What about you? Aren’t you afraid the two of you might break up one day?” Shen Jia pressed, shocked. “If Tangtang wanted to, you’d be left with nothing—not even your company.”

“That’s her choice. It has nothing to do with me.”
Su Qian picked up a pen and signed her name without hesitation.
“If she really did that to me… then I’d deserve it.”

…

When Tangtang opened her eyes again, she was dazed and disoriented, unsure even of what day it was. It took her a while before her vision adjusted and she realized she was surrounded by a sea of white.

Where was she?

Fear of the unknown made her instinctively want to get up. But just as she started to lift herself, someone gently supported her from behind—becoming her human cushion.

“Su Qian?”

She blurted out the name instinctively, and before she could say anything else, a cup of warm water was pressed into her hands.

“Mm. It’s me.”
It was likely the middle of the night. The room was pitch black, and the voice came softly from above her head.
There was the faint rustling of movement before a soft click, and a small nightlight flickered on beside the bed.

“You’re still on an IV. The doctor said you can be discharged tomorrow.”

Wow, she really answered everything she wanted to ask.

Tangtang pouted without a sound and took a sip of water. The room fell into a long, peaceful silence.

Just then, Shen Jia—fresh from giving her statement at the police station—burst into the hospital room. She walked straight over, snatched the cup from Tangtang’s hand, and took a big gulp without asking.

“Su Qian, let me tell you, today drained me. That Li Xiang is a real piece of work.” Shen Jia flopped onto the bed beside Su Qian, her voice far too loud. “That Chen Shen has gone completely off the rails. Can you believe Li Xiang’s actually trying to get him medical parole? If his late lover’s tombstone weren’t still sitting in the cemetery, I’d almost believe he and Chen Shen were soulmates.”

“What? Chen Shen’s gone mad?”

Tangtang, now propped up on the hospital bed, finally caught a useful bit of information. Shocked, she turned to the others and interrupted for the first time.

“You can’t let Li Xiang take him. Something bad will happen!”

“Something bad? That guy treats Chen Shen like a national treasure.” Shen Jia raised an eyebrow. It was only then she finally noticed that Tangtang was awake. She looked Tangtang up and down, relieved to see she was okay.

“Tangtang, you’re finally up. You don’t know how crazy Su Qian got when you were in emergency. She nearly tore the whole hospital apart.”

“Really?”

Tangtang hadn’t expected Su Qian to lose her cool like that. She turned toward her, searching her calm face for any ripple of emotion.

“It’s true.”
Su Qian didn’t bother hiding it this time. She was calmly peeling an apple, letting the skin fall in one long spiral. When she was done, she handed the apple to Tangtang, then finally spared her a glance.
“If you hadn’t woken up, this place might’ve had to change its name to Tang Memorial Hospital.”

Tang Memorial?

Shouldn’t it be Su Memorial?

Tangtang blinked in confusion and looked helplessly toward Shen Jia for an explanation.

The latter sighed and gave in.
“Tangtang, while you were in the emergency room, Su Qian transferred all her assets to your name. You’re officially a rich woman now.”

“All of it? Then what about you?”
Tangtang looked at Su Qian, her voice tinged with hurt. Her fingers brushed gently over the dark circles under Su Qian’s eyes, then down to her lips.
“You idiot. What if I turned out to be heartless?”

She knew she wasn’t that kind of person, but she still felt it was unfair. Su Qian was so good—why was she so foolish when it came to love?

As the tension between them thickened, Shen Jia rolled her eyes and made a quick exit. Within moments, the room was left with just the two of them.

“I think I scared Shen Jia off.”

Perhaps it was the relief of surviving a brush with death, but Tangtang was smiling more than usual. She turned to Su Qian, looking both guilty and playful.
“You think she’ll blacklist me?”

Su Qian gently tucked a few stray strands of hair behind Tangtang’s ear, her voice full of affection.
“You own the whole company now. I’d like to see who dares to blacklist you.”

That’s right. Tangtang now owned Su Entertainment—and Su Qian too.

Realizing this, a soft gleam lit up Tangtang’s face. She looked at Su Qian, her gaze dripping with tenderness.
“Such a shame. You probably didn’t see the flowers I sent you, did you?”

Tangtang’s thoughts always jumped tracks like this. One moment they were talking about career threats, the next she was onto bouquets.

“I saw them. Zhou Yu’s keeping them safe.”

Su Qian reached out and covered Tangtang’s eyes. Her long lashes fluttered against Su Qian’s palm, tickling her hand.
“Sleep a bit. It’s still dark.”

“I’m not tired.”

Tangtang had so many things to say since she woke up. Her eyes flickered as she searched for a topic—and finally picked the lightest one.

“Let’s go visit Chen Shen tomorrow. Before I’m discharged.”

“Alright.”

Su Qian nodded, accepting the promise.

…

“How much farther?”

Tangtang was finally discharged that afternoon. She wore a simple white tee and held a bouquet of soft pink lilies in her arms.

Their tall figures moved through the silent corridor. The psychiatric ward remained eerily quiet. Tangtang had never been in such a place before. She hadn’t even reached the room yet, and already wanted to turn back.

“Almost there.”
Su Qian draped her jacket over Tangtang’s shoulders. Seeing her uneasy expression, she gently said, “If you’re scared, we can leave. Don’t force yourself.”

“I’m not scared.”

Tangtang didn’t hesitate this time.
“I just… don’t want to see someone completely crushed by reality.”

She and Chen Shen were barely acquaintances. Whether she hated him or resented him was all speculation by outsiders. As for Tangtang herself, she wasn’t even sure how she felt toward him.

Maybe she blamed him.
But now, knowing how pitiful his life had been, that resentment seemed to melt into sympathy.

She pitied him.
And if she could, she wanted to help make sure he’d never be hurt like that again.

“Don’t overthink it.”

Lost in thought, she was suddenly pulled back by the familiar warmth of Su Qian’s hand. She looked down and followed Su Qian to the door of Chen Shen’s room.

“You’re not alone,” Su Qian said softly. “You have me. And the entire Su Corporation.”

That’s right.
She still had Su Qian.

Tangtang’s anxious heart finally calmed. She peered through the window and saw the boy inside.

He was dressed in blue-striped hospital clothes, sitting numbly on the bed.

The room was meticulously tidy—even the quilt had been carefully folded by Chen Shen himself.

He looked perfectly normal—if you ignored the names scrawled densely across the walls and desk.

“The nurse told me earlier…”

Su Qian followed her gaze, immediately guessing what she was thinking. She sighed and continued.

“When Chen Shen arrived, he didn’t remember anything. Except one name. So he wrote it down everywhere he could. The name was: Li Xiang.”

Love, irrational and consuming—like a moth drawn to flame…

Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting an almost dreamlike glow around Tangtang. After a long silence, she finally spoke.

“Su Qian, what do you think love is?”

Su Qian stared at the end of the hallway, voice tinged with solitude.

“It’s… flying into the fire.”