Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

After she finished speaking, amid everyone’s shocked exclamations, she hurled herself hard at the wall.

This move was literally staking her life on a comeback.

It had to be said, many times, Sisi was especially ruthless toward herself; and often only those who are hard on themselves get what they want.

When Sisi ran into the wall, she didn’t leave herself the slightest room, using all her strength.

With a loud “bang!” her head slammed into the wall, making a huge sound.

“Miss, Miss, Miss…”

A few servants scrambled toward her in a panic.

Sisi collapsed directly to the floor in a faint, blood gushing from her forehead, covering half her face, making her look vicious and terrifying.

A heavy smell of blood filled the air.

Old Master Bo stopped in his tracks. He turned to look over there, tossed aside his cane, pushed people away on both sides, rushed to her, his hands trembling. “Sisi, Sisi?”

This scene reminded him of when her birth father had saved him, lying in a pool of blood, silent and motionless.

He could never forget that moment. If not for him, he wouldn’t be standing here safe and sound.

And yet over such a small matter he’d treated Sisi like this. It was his fault, his fault; it was just getting a boyfriend. The child was older now and at her rebellious age—this was normal.

How could he have criticized her over something like that.

She must have been wronged to resort to such an extreme method.

“What are you still standing there for? Go call an ambulance, now!” Old Master Bo bellowed, then paused and added, “Send over a military transport as well.”

Sisi was very quickly taken to the military district hospital and emergency treatment began.

Old Master Bo personally went to sit in at the military hospital, keeping an eye on the team of military doctors. Their skills were naturally nothing to worry about, and it wasn’t some complicated condition; as long as they stopped the bleeding in time, checked for any sequelae, and kept her hospitalized for observation for a period, she’d be fine.

Old Master Bo insisted on watching over Sisi until she woke up, but after all he was getting on in years, and everyone was afraid he couldn’t take it, so they kept trying to persuade him.

“Dad, you should go back first. As soon as Sisi wakes up, I’ll tell you right away.”

“That’s right, Dad, we’re all here. Sisi will be fine. The doctors also said it’s nothing serious.”

Old Master Bo refused no matter what.

Everyone talked until their mouths were dry, but Old Master Bo stayed exactly the same, refusing to go back.

“Stop talking. I’m going to wait here until Sisi wakes up. No matter what, I won’t…”

Before he could finish, Old Master Bo was knocked out cold.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Bo Yimo, who was standing behind him.

Bo Yimo said lazily, “My hand slipped.”

Everyone: …

Seriously messing with them. Don’t use that “my hand slipped” line you feed reporters to fob them off, okay? They weren’t that easy to fool.

Still, they had to admit this move worked a lot better than them coaxing for half the day.

So Mr. Bo laughed and said, “Nice slip of the hand, very nice slip of the hand.”

“You lot, aren’t you going to carry… help Old Master back to rest.”

Bo Yimo stepped forward and said mildly, “You all can go back too. I’ll stay here by myself.”

Mr. Bo was a bit suspicious. He’d seen how cold he was toward Sisi before, and now he actually wanted to stay alone to watch over her. “You really can handle it?”

Bo Yimo gave a slight nod.

The others thought it over. They’d been busy all day and had entertained so many guests that evening; they really were exhausted, so they didn’t insist and all headed back.

Very soon, there were only two people left in the ward: Bo Yimo and Little Nine. It felt empty and echoing.