[Liangcheng Daily News – Special Report]
Xu Wei Ran Praised for Swift Action at International Expo
At yesterday's Future of Technology, Future of the World Expo, one of the most talked-about moments did not come from the dazzling tech displays, but from an act of quiet heroism.
When a female staff member assisting with the event suddenly collapsed from exhaustion, internationally acclaimed actor Xu Wei Ran, present as Zhao Corporation's brand ambassador, reacted instantly. Without hesitation, he carried the woman to safety and personally ensured she was rushed to the hospital.
Eyewitnesses described the scene as "calm, decisive, and protective." Videos and photos circulating online show the actor shielding her from cameras as he moved quickly through the crowded venue.
Medical staff later confirmed the woman had suffered from overwork and dehydration, and is now in stable condition.
Industry professionals and netizens alike praised Xu Wei Ran for his swift action and steady composure, with many commenting: "Not only talented on screen, but a true gentleman in real life."
For a day dedicated to the future of technology, it was humanity—and compassion—that stole the spotlight.
The white ceiling blurred into focus first.
Lin Qing Yun's eyelids were heavy, every blink dragging like she had been swimming through fog. Her body felt weightless and leaden at once. For a moment, she wondered if she was still dreaming, caught between the blur of the expo hall, the dizziness, and the sudden drop into darkness.
Then she noticed warmth.
Her right hand was wrapped in something steady, firm, and—strangely comforting. She turned her head with effort.
Gu Ze Yan was slumped on the chair beside her hospital bed, chin tilted forward, lashes casting faint shadows under his eyes. But it wasn't his face that startled her—it was the way her hand was trapped against his cheek, as though even in sleep he refused to let her go.
His brow was furrowed deeply, a crease of worry etched in sleep. He looked nothing like the untouchable CEO that commanded boardrooms or the man who dazzled a thousand eyes at a tech expo. Here, he simply looked… tired. Guard down, human, vulnerable.
Her lips curved faintly. "...Ze Yan."
The sound was soft, half-breath, but his eyes snapped open instantly. The stormy black met her hazy gaze, and for a second, silence swallowed the sterile air.
"You're awake." His voice was low, strained, like he'd been holding it back for hours.
She nodded slowly. "Mm… sorry… caused trouble again."
His grip on her hand tightened. "Don't." He leaned closer, his voice almost sharp, but softened immediately. "Don't apologize. You scared me half to death."
Her lashes trembled, eyes curving with a tired smile. "It's just work…"
"Not like this." His jaw clenched, his voice sinking lower, almost trembling. "Not when it costs you your health. Not for me."
She blinked at him, a little surprised. Gu Ze Yan wasn't someone who admitted fear easily. Yet here he was, his whole composure cracked just because she fainted.
"…I'll be careful next time," she said softly.
"There won't be a next time," he muttered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead with a gentleness that belied his tone.
Before she could reply, the door creaked.
Xu Wei Ran stepped inside, his tall frame outlined against the hospital light. He carried a thermos in one hand, expression composed yet warm.
"You're awake." His voice was calm, a steady presence. He set the thermos down on the side table. "I thought you'd need something warm."
Qing Yun's eyes brightened slightly. "Wei Ran… thank you. For… bringing me here."
He smiled faintly, eyes soft. "Of course."
Ze Yan's shoulders stiffened, though he stayed silent.
Wei Ran opened the thermos, the fragrant steam of chicken porridge rising in the air. He ladled a spoonful, held it out gently toward Qing Yun. "Eat a little. It'll help."
Before she could reach for it, another hand appeared.
"I'll feed her," Ze Yan said evenly, taking the spoon from him in one smooth motion.
The tension in the air thickened instantly. Wei Ran's lips quirked in the faintest smirk. "CEO Gu, do you even know how hot it is? Don't scald her."
Ze Yan raised a brow, calm but dangerous. "Then I'll cool it first." He blew lightly on the spoon, testing it with careful precision, then held it to Qing Yun's lips. "Open your mouth."
The absurdity of two grown men fighting over porridge almost made her laugh. But her throat was too dry, her body too weak. With an exasperated little sigh, she took the spoon, set it back in the bowl, and picked it up herself.
"Really… both of you…" she murmured, shaking her head with the faintest smile.
The nurse passing by outside glanced in, probably wondering why the room felt more like a battlefield than a ward.
After a few sips, Wei Ran adjusted the blanket at Qing Yun's shoulders. His movements were practiced, familiar. "You need to learn to rest. You can't carry everything by yourself forever."
His gaze lingered, deep and steady, as though speaking to the girl beneath the "Sunny" mask.
Qing Yun lowered her lashes. "Thank you… again."
The weight of those words hung heavier than usual.
Wei Ran straightened, his eyes flicking briefly toward Ze Yan—an unreadable expression passing between them. Then he nodded lightly. "I'll come back tomorrow."
He left quietly, the soft thud of the door closing behind him.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Ze Yan sat back down, his jaw tight. He looked at Qing Yun, but his usual polished smile was nowhere to be found. For a long time, he just studied her face, as though committing every detail to memory.
Finally, he leaned closer, his voice low and uncharacteristically boyish. "Call my name again. Not in a dream. Say it to me now."
Her lips parted slightly. She hesitated—then, softly, "...Ze Yan."
The sound landed like a spark. His eyes curved, his smile quiet but radiant, as though those two syllables had gifted him the whole world.
He lowered his forehead briefly against the back of her hand, inhaled as though to anchor himself. "That's enough. That's more than enough."
Her eyes softened. The corners of her lips curved faintly. "You're so strange."
"Maybe." He looked up again, voice low, steady. "But don't ever scare me like that again. Promise me."
She nodded slowly, lids already heavy again. "Mm."
Her eyes drifted shut, breath evening into soft rhythm.
Ze Yan sat there, still holding her hand, gaze burning with quiet determination. For years, he had carried loneliness like armor. But in this moment, as her fingers rested against his palm, he knew—
He wouldn't let her go. Not this time.