After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 15

For Shen Xiaojiang, bumping into an acquaintance in public was an extremely common occurrence.

If she hadn’t been cued so many times, she truly wouldn’t have known she knew so many people.

However, most of the time, Shen Xiaojiang was too lazy to initiate a greeting.

It was always others who called her name first.

She herself didn’t know what kind of cursed charm she possessed.

It wasn’t until she met Chen Yi that she understood those people’s feelings.

Because Chen Yi also carried this strange, cursed charm.

Therefore, Shen Xiaojiang irresistibly walked toward Chen Yi.

Today, she, too, became someone who would actively greet people in a crowd.

“Auntie, what a coincidence, you’re here too.”

Shen Xiaojiang took the lollipop out of her mouth and held it between her fingers. As soon as she finished speaking, she fell into deep self-doubt once again.

Was it stupid to say this now?

It wasn’t a coincidence at all, okay?

Chen Yi must have come to visit He Zhong’s mother, just as she had come to visit Meng Jing.

Shen Xiaojiang’s inner monologue had already run a marathon.

Chen Yi wasn’t wearing sunglasses today. Her beautiful phoenix eyes slowly lifted. When she blinked, her thick, curled eyelashes looked like a pair of mysterious black swallowtail butterflies.

“What a coincidence,” Chen Yi said, glancing at the lollipop in Shen Xiaojiang’s hand.

Chen Yi was dressed quite casually today, in a light blue mohair cardigan over a creamy white dress.

Many girls look plump in this kind of mohair cardigan, but Chen Yi was very slender, and wearing the mohair cardigan surprisingly made her look even thinner.

The white dress was long, and the edges of the skirt had a double layer of gauze, making it look light and elegant.

A pair of light gray flat shoes exposed Chen Yi’s pale, slender insteps.

Good heavens, even a fairy’s feet were breathtakingly beautiful.

Shen Xiaojiang knew this was impolite, so she quickly retracted her greedy gaze.

“You came to visit your colleague?” Chen Yi asked slowly.

Shen Xiaojiang nodded, a trace of worry appearing on her face when she mentioned Sister Meng.

“How is she?” Chen Yi asked again.

Shen Xiaojiang shrugged and answered truthfully, “Maybe not so well.”

She sat down next to Chen Yi, briefly explained Sister Meng’s situation, and then happily said, “But, Auntie, I still have to thank you. Sister Meng said that when she’s discharged from the hospital, she’ll return the money you paid.”

Chen Yi shook her head. “You saved He Zhong’s mother’s life first. In the face of a human life, this bit of money is nothing.”

Shen Xiaojiang suddenly felt that she and Chen Yi might truly share some special fate.

Both of them were helping people with whom they had no blood relation.

“Oh, right, how is that Rh-null blood auntie doing now?” Shen Xiaojiang asked.

Chen Yi turned her face, her gaze moving from Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes, all the way down, finally resting on the arm where Shen Xiaojiang had her blood drawn. “She’s already awake. After I get my injection, if there’s time, I’ll go see her.”

“Oh.” Shen Xiaojiang nodded.

“Oh?” Her eyes widened.

Wait, so Chen Yi’s primary reason for coming to the hospital wasn’t to see someone, but to get an injection.

What kind of injection?

This question seemed to be written on Shen Xiaojiang’s face.

“Are you worried about me?” Chen Yi crossed her legs, resting her chin on one hand supported by her thigh, smiling gently. Her expression looked very obedient and soft.

Shen Xiaojiang’s heart trembled fiercely. She instinctively tightened her grip on the small gray bag over her chest again.

Chen Yi let out a light laugh, lowered her gaze, and lifted the sleeve of her cardigan. She said softly, “Here, I was scratched by a cat. I came here for the rabies vaccine.”

“Oh my god!” Shen Xiaojiang frowned, wanting to reach out but having some reservations.

After all, she and Chen Yi weren’t that close yet. Touching her suddenly like that would surely make the other person think she was sick.

Like, having a skin hunger syndrome.

“Does it hurt?” Shen Xiaojiang asked genuinely, looking at the bloody scratches.

It wasn’t really that bloody; just three cuts seeping blood to varying degrees.

If these scratches were on someone else, Shen Xiaojiang wouldn’t have cared, but the person was Chen Yi, and her heartache was inexplicably amplified dozens of times.

“It must hurt a lot!” Shen Xiaojiang’s voice was very soft, like she was talking to herself.

Chen Yi heard it and paused subconsciously.

Having navigated society alone for over a decade, no one had ever said such words to her.

Gradually, she had become used to it.

As if she were just a money-making machine.

As if she were just a monster who shouldn’t feel pain.

When she was first scratched by the cat, Chen Yi truly hadn’t felt pain.

However, at this moment, facing Shen Xiaojiang’s worried eyes and concerned tone, she felt that she ought to feel pain now.

It hurt so much; an indelible, bone deep ache.

She suddenly had a thought she’d never had before, one she would have considered absurdly ridiculous in the past.

To find someone, and try to act spoiled for once.

Chen Yi knew the director of the First People’s Hospital, but she did not use her privilege. Instead, she obediently waited in line to get a number.

In moments like these, she felt this was her own life.

A life exclusive to “Chen Xiaoqi,” one that didn’t need to rely on the identity of “Master Chen Qi.”

“Number 103, Chen Yi, please report to the second consultation room in the Infectious Disease Department.”

Upon hearing the broadcast, Shen Xiaojiang reacted faster than Chen Yi.

“Auntie, it’s your turn,” she said.

Shen Xiaojiang looked at the call screen, and Chen Yi looked at her face.

Noticing that Chen Yi wasn’t moving, Shen Xiaojiang turned her head, meeting the other party’s somewhat intense gaze.

Chen Yi didn’t have time to avoid Shen Xiaojiang’s sight and, like someone caught doing something wrong, she shrank back with a look of grievance.

Shen Xiaojiang squinted, pursed her lips, and showed a sunny smile. “Don’t be afraid. Just pretend you were bitten by a mosquito.”

Chen Yi: “?”

Chen Yi blinked. What did she do to make Shen Xiaojiang think she was scared?

However, the fact that someone said this made her feel surprised.

If she revealed her identity, the doctor giving the shot would be the one who was truly afraid, she thought.

Yet, Chen Yi did not argue back.

She felt that being cared for and being coaxed felt quite nice.

Chen Yi tugged at the hem of her cardigan, bit her lower lip, and said in a seemingly flustered, wronged, and helpless manner, “I haven’t had a shot in a long time, and I really am a little scared. Can you…”

Her voice grew quieter and quieter. Shen Xiaojiang moved closer.

Just then, Chen Yi reached up and grasped the front of Shen Xiaojiang’s shirt.

Her red lips parted, her voice like petals crushed on the water’s surface, rippling and ethereal: “Can you… come in with me?”