A Loyal Scumbag-A Who Became the Wife of the Goddess - Chapter 7

Chi Lengzhao slept soundly until dawn. When she woke up, she saw the corner of a white lab coat.

Someone was adjusting the IV needle on the back of her hand, likely administering an IV.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

The young nurse, an O-type, blushed crimson upon hearing the soft, polite words from the beautiful A-type patient. “No, no problem at all.”

Doctor Xia, standing above her, cast a cold, superior glance at Chi Lengzhao. She roughly flipped her eyelids, a sneer curling her lips. “Chi Lengzhao, so you can say ‘thank you’ after all?”

Unfazed, Chi Lengzhao replied, “I can say plenty of things. You just never asked, so of course you didn’t know.”

She sat up and addressed Doctor Xia. “Doctor, when can I be discharged?”

With hands in her pockets and a stern expression, Doctor Xia replied, “If there are no complications, you can be discharged three days from now after the bandages are removed.”

“Then I’ll be counting on your care for these next three days, Doctor Xia.”

The corners of Doctor Xia’s lips twitched, and her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she simply muttered, “Patient should rest,” before abruptly leaving.

Chi Lengzhao began eating breakfast, which had been prepared by Uncle Nian at home and delivered by Driver Xiao Song.

Chicken congee, hot milk, toasted baguette, rolled bacon, vegetable salad, and a fruit platter…

As she sipped her milk and took a bite of the baguette, she asked, “Has the Young Madam eaten yet?”

Butler Zhou replied, “I just saw Huazi go downstairs to fetch breakfast for her.”

Chi Lengzhao paused, her brow furrowing. “Take this to the Young Madam. From now on, whatever I eat, she eats. She must not be treated with even the slightest disrespect.”

“Understood, Miss.”

Huazi helped the Young Madam sit up for breakfast and had just arranged the plain congee, eggs, and soup dumplings when Butler Zhou knocked and entered.

“Young Madam, Miss has instructed that this breakfast be prepared for you.”

With that, Butler Zhou cleared away the simple meal and set out the Chi family’s elaborate breakfast.

Shen Zhixi asked, “What is she doing?”

Butler Zhou answered respectfully, “Miss has said that from now on, whatever she eats, you will eat. She must not be treated with even the slightest disrespect.”

Huazi smiled. “Miss Chi is truly kind and thoughtful.”

Shen Zhixi gave a faint hum of acknowledgment, her gaze cold, a mocking smile playing in her heart. Chi Lengzhao has always been all surface.

Chi Lengzhao ate several of the soup dumplings Butler Zhou had brought back. It’s been ages since I’ve eaten cafeteria food, but it’s still as delicious as I remember.

After breakfast, Chi Lengzhao patiently finished the small bottle of IV fluid, then changed out of her hospital gown into a hooded sweatshirt, pulling the hood up to cover her face. As soon as the nurse stationed outside the room left for another ward, she slipped out and into the elevator.

Driver Xiao Song was waiting for her in the parking garage. He immediately opened the car door for her and drove her back to the villa.

Fangfang, a young girl around the same age as Huazi and Butler Zhou, was also a beta.

When Miss suddenly returned, Fangfang, who was cleaning the villa, was startled. “M-Miss!”

“Go back to work. Don’t worry about me.”

Fangfang breathed a sigh of relief. She had only been working there for a little over a month, during which time Butler Zhou had been busy arranging the marriage between Miss and Miss Shen. Often, tasks like serving Miss tea and water had fallen to her.

One midnight, Miss returned from the bar, demanding alcohol. Butler Zhou happened to be absent, so Fangfang had to carry the bottles upstairs. As she reached the second floor, she heard suggestive moans from the bedroom. Peering through the crack of the open door, Fangfang was shocked to see Miss pinning a young woman to the bed and kissing her passionately.

Terrified, Fangfang nearly dropped the tray of drinks. Her face flushed crimson as she fled down the stairs in near panic and hid in the kitchen on the first floor.

The lewd and chaotic scene replayed incessantly in her mind.

She later learned that the bride-to-be was also a high-status Miss Shen. Driver Xiao Song and Butler Zhou had mentioned it before, implying that Miss was quite attentive to Miss Shen.

Fangfang couldn’t understand it. If Miss was so attentive and about to marry Miss Shen, why would she bring other women home to spend the night?

Later, Miss began bringing women home every few days—different ones each time, all young and beautiful.

Fangfang finally saw Miss for what she was: a thoroughly heartless philanderer.

Chi Lengzhao remembered the book mentioning that the hidden compartment was in the basement.

She went straight to the basement.

The door was locked.

Chi Lengzhao had no idea where the key was, and she couldn’t ask Butler Zhou. Asking would inevitably raise suspicions. Besides, the original owner had deliberately created this as her private space, so she likely hadn’t told many people where the key was hidden—not even Butler Zhou.

Fortunately, the fingerprint lock worked.

With a ding, the basement door opened.

Chi Lengzhao stood at the entrance and pressed the switch. The dim lights came on, revealing a flight of stairs leading down.

The space seemed like a storage room, cramped and narrow. Chi Lengzhao took a deep breath, hunched over, and descended the stairs.

The basement was indeed a storage room. One wall held a shelf filled with children’s items: plush toys, a small stool, coloring books, and photo albums.

Strangely, there was also a desk with a chair, and on the desk sat a lamp.

Chi Lengzhao tried pressing the lamp’s switch.

Unexpectedly, the light came on. A pale yellow glow flooded the patterned white tablecloth.

Chi Lengzhao’s fingertips brushed gently against the fabric. Its soft, smooth texture told her it was a high-quality material.

The book had mentioned that the original owner had come to the basement multiple times, retrieving the Brocade Box from a hidden compartment, then sitting in this chair at the table for hours at a time.

Chi Lengzhao didn’t understand why the original owner would spend so much time in this cramped space, staring at the contents of the Brocade Box.

She wasn’t the original owner, so she couldn’t know the reason. But she understood one thing: this place held Chi Lengzhao’s secret.

Chi Lengzhao searched thoroughly but couldn’t find the hidden compartment. She checked every inch, front and back, up and down.

Her head injury and the stifling air of the basement finally caught up with her. After searching for a while, she felt dizzy and collapsed into the chair, panting.

Suddenly, her gaze fell upon a photograph on the wall: a girl of about ten years old holding a trophy, her face beaming with a charming smile.

Chi Lengzhao stared at it for a few seconds, then stood up and wiped the area around the photo with her fingertips. Despite the careful retouching, her sharp eyes detected that the photograph had been replaced. The original had been slightly larger.

Chi Lengzhao tried to remove the photograph but discovered it was stuck down. She had to trace her fingers along its edges instead.

This time, she found something unexpected: the wall behind the photograph felt distinctly different from the hard surface around it.

Chi Lengzhao leaned closer, scrutinizing the wall carefully for any protrusions, indentations, or buttons, but found nothing. The surface remained perfectly smooth.

She sighed, considering whether she should just smash through the wall. Absentmindedly, her fingertip pressed firmly against the wall.

With a dull click, as if triggered by a spring, a small section of the wall sprang out.

Excited, Chi Lengzhao peered inside. As she expected, a finely crafted Brocade Box slowly emerged from the wall. She carefully lifted it and placed it on her desk.

Her heart raced with excitement and nervousness as she prepared to open the box.

She was dying to know if it contained a sapphire necklace—and what kind of necklace would be so special that Shen Zhixi specifically requested it?

Her fingers found the clasp. With a gentle flick, the box opened.

Chi Lengzhao’s eyes lit up as dazzling light flooded her vision.

Brilliant, captivating, yet carrying an ineffable depth—the kind of beauty refined by time itself.

A sapphire necklace lay inside the Brocade Box.

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