Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 102 That Paparazzo Who Always Scolds Me 13

Perhaps because they had seen Song Xianyin's actions last time, all the paparazzi were keeping a close eye on their surroundings, as if afraid someone might slip through the crowd.

Song Xianyin was so crowded that she felt dizzy and disoriented. The male paparazzi next to her kept nudging her head with his elbow, even though she had arrived before him.

The paparazzi on the other side had their glasses knocked off. They were just shouting that they were looking for their glasses, but when they saw Qin Zhaochuan arrive, they immediately started snapping photos.

He was practically lying down in front of the camera adjusting the settings, squinting as he nudged the person next to him, saying, "Stop pushing! Stop pushing! Don't you have any manners?"

The bodyguard stood in front of them with a blank expression, while several taller reporters placed their cameras directly on the bodyguard's head, determined to get the best angle.

Qin Zhaochuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar figure in the crowd; he had thought she wouldn't come.

When Qin Zhaochuan saw the reporter who kept nudging her head with his elbow, his brows furrowed.

He walked past Song Xianyin, impatiently pushing away the reporter's hand: "Watch your head, you're going to give her a concussion."

The reporter was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head somewhat resentfully. Isn't it normal for bumps and bruises to happen in this kind of situation?

As soon as Qin Zhaochuan arrived, Song Xianyin immediately started taking pictures, but the angles weren't good, and Song Xianyin wasn't very satisfied with the results.

"President Qin, I heard that someone jumped off a building in that area of ​​Xicheng. How do you plan to resolve this matter?"

The crowd erupted in excitement, but Qin Zhaochuan remained unmoved, calmly answering the reporters' questions.

His answers were all official, which dissatisfied the reporters, who kept pressing him for more information.

As countless cameras and people crowded forward, Song Xianyin suddenly felt a sharp pain in her foot.

If nothing unexpected happens, her foot is going to have an accident.

But this kind of thing is quite common for journalists.

Song Xianyin was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat. It hurt so much this time; it seemed she had really twisted her ankle.

Those mad dogs, one day when she becomes a big reporter, she'll give them a good dressing down in front of the media.

The press conference ended quickly, but the reporters were still very excited. They hadn't managed to dig up any information today; it was all just gossip and speculation.

Just as Song Xianyin was about to leave, the person behind her pounced on her, and Song Xianyin's face immediately turned pale.

Are these people alright? They'll behave themselves once they trample someone to death, and then they'll all go to jail.

In the chaos, a bodyguard pulled Song Xianyin inside.

Before Song Xianyin could react, Qin's employees pulled her into Qin's building.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then quickly erupted in cheers again, even louder than when Qin Zhaochuan had appeared.

As she entered the Qin family compound, she could no longer see the reporters; she could only faintly hear their voices.

Qin Zhaochuan was pushing a wheelchair with a serious expression. When he saw Song Xianyin coming over, he quickly put the wheelchair behind her.

Song Xianyin hesitated for a moment before sitting down.

Secretary Lin looked at Qin Zhaochuan pushing Song Xianyin's wheelchair and suddenly felt that he was like a servant.

Song Xianyin entered Qin Zhaochuan's office with a completely bewildered look on her face. A doctor was sitting on the sofa with a medical kit on it.

Qin Zhaochuan noticed her confusion: "There are quite a few reporters who were injured in front of the Qin family's building, and many others were hit by cars. The police said that this is somewhat related to the Qin family."

Therefore, the Qin family has dedicated medical personnel specifically for these reckless injured reporters.

Of course, the money has to be repaid.

The doctor was very professional. He pulled Song Xianyin's foot and twisted it forcefully. With a snap, her foot was able to move freely again, although it was still a little sore.

While she was applying medicine, Qin Zhaochuan on the other side had already started flipping through her camera without stopping.

Song Xianyin looked at him somewhat guiltily: "I'm sorry, I made you look ugly in the photo."

But this time her angle was really tricky.

Qin Zhaochuan originally wanted to comfort her, but after seeing the photo, he couldn't say a word. Did he really look like that?

Qin Zhaochuan forced a smile and handed the camera to Song Xianyin: "No, no, it's fine."

Looking at Qin Zhaochuan, whose eyes were starting to redden, Song Xianyin asked dryly, "Really?"

Qin Zhaochuan's eyes reddened even more, and Song Xianyin felt that he was about to cry if he forced a smile again.

"It's okay, you can apply the medicine first. I don't really care about these things."

Only Secretary Lin knew how much of a blow this incident had to Qin Zhaochuan.

Qin Zhaochuan always felt that the image of him in Song Xianyin's lens was the real him, and that Song Xianyin didn't make him look bad in photos because she liked him.

But he has now begun to doubt both of these things.

Song Xianyin's injuries were not serious, and the doctor left quickly.

Seeing Qin Zhaochuan in pain, Song Xianyin also felt a little guilty.

Qin Zhaochuan paid her so much and even helped her achieve her sales targets, so it's really not good that she filmed it like this.

Song Xianyin flipped through the camera: "Actually, some of them are pretty good, they look especially handsome."

Song Xianyin showed the camera to Qin Zhaochuan, trying to make amends.

Song Xianyin, not getting a response from Qin Zhaochuan, raised her head in confusion, but Qin Zhaochuan had already closed his eyes in despair.

Song Xianyin: ...

Ruined.

Finally, Qin Zhaochuan drove Song Xianyin back to her company; she still had to go back to finish her manuscript.

Qin Zhaochuan was very sad when the two parted, even though he was trying his best to smile.

Song Xianyin always felt that there was a bitter feeling in his smile.

The next morning arrived quickly, and as soon as it was light, Song Xianyin had to get up again.

She was shocked when she opened her phone and saw the balance information on her card; she was no longer sleepy at all.

The manager sent her a message saying that Qin's had used her photos, and this was her copyright fee.

Song Xianyin checked her bank account balance several times in disbelief. How could she see such good news so early in the morning?

When she opened the Qin family's official website, she found that the photo she took of Qin Zhaochuan yesterday had already been posted there, and it was the most eye-catching one.

Looking at the other exquisite photos on the website, and then at her own slightly stolen photos, Song Xianyin felt extremely guilty.

Qin Zhaochuan is so concerned about his appearance, and she still took such a bad picture of him; he must be very frustrated.

Song Xianyin sighed with delight. She would use this money to treat Qin Zhaochuan to a meal next time. She hadn't expected the Qin family to pay such a high copyright fee.

But logically, shouldn't she be the one paying Qin Zhaochuan royalties...?

"President, would you like to take a look?" The secretary finished setting up the website layout and looked at Qin Zhaochuan hesitantly.

He sensed that the CEO was on the verge of collapse.

Qin Zhaochuan smiled and shook his head. Secretary Lin shrank back, trying her best to minimize her presence.