After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 17

If Xia Shishi didn’t answer, the phone would keep ringing, suggesting a compelling insistence.

She picked up the phone, a little irritated, intending to hang up.

“Answer it,” Wen Jiao said, seemingly nonchalantly.

“Are you sure you want me to answer it?” Xia Shishi held the phone up in front of her and shook it.

Wen Jiao clearly saw the name Qi Xue. She knew this person was Xia Shishi’s maid, responsible for looking after her, and the two had a decent relationship.

Why did she suddenly hear Xia Shishi say she didn’t like her anymore?

Wen Jiao looked up at Xia Shishi, seeking an explanation.

Xia Shishi inwardly tutted.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

It made her feel a little unsure how to explain.

Xia Shishi blinked piteously at Wen Jiao: “What if I told you it was because she kept speaking ill of you in front of me?”

“Speaking ill of me?” Wen Jiao was intrigued.

She really wanted to know.

Was this person responsible for Xia Shishi’s previous intense dislike of her? How exactly was it done?

And, what was the reason for Xia Shishi’s sudden change? Wen Jiao looked at Xia Shishi with gentle eyes, making Xia Shishi’s ear tips flush.

For Xia Shishi, saying this felt like confessing to a dark history, but since she wanted to be with Wen Jiao, she had to make things clear.

Xia Shishi pressed her tongue against her palate and slowly began: “When you proposed, wasn’t I abroad? After I came back and knew I was getting married, I was in a bad mood…”

“I threw a huge tantrum at my dad. After returning to my room, I couldn’t bring myself to ask what was going on. Then Qi Xue crept into my room and said you had some strange quirks, that you would abuse people, and said you—” Xia Shishi looked down at Wen Jiao’s legs, a flicker of distress in her eyes.

“Said you just couldn’t stand to see me happy, so you wanted to ruin me.”

At the time, Xia Shishi genuinely mistook Wen Jiao for a dark-minded lunatic.

It was because their social circles were different. Even if Wen Jiao was successful in her career, Xia Shishi was just a girl focused on having fun and spending money.

Her only understanding of Wen Jiao was two points: disabled and frail.

After Wen Jiao proposed the marriage, she hadn’t come to the Xia family to see her.

After Qi Xue’s exaggerated and biased account, how could Xia Shishi not despise Wen Jiao?

She trusted Qi Xue too much, she didn’t even secretly try to learn more about Wen Jiao.

So, at the engagement banquet, when Xia Shishi saw Wen Jiao in a wheelchair, she became even more convinced of the image Qi Xue had painted for her, thinking what kind of abuse she would suffer if she really married Wen Jiao…

These things truly counted as dark history for Xia Shishi, and she was worried about hurting Wen Jiao, so her tone was somewhat hesitant when speaking.

Wen Jiao noticed that Xia Shishi’s eyes kept darting around, refusing to look at her.

But whenever she finished speaking, she would secretly observe Wen Jiao’s reaction, looking guilty and nervous.

Disabled, frail, and cold-hearted.

In a way, Qi Xue wasn’t wrong.

But she wanted to marry Xia Shishi out of liking, admiration, and the desire to nurture her into a precious, blooming flower.

She wanted to cherish and care for her carefully.

She wanted to imprint her color onto her.

Wen Jiao’s eyes darkened as she looked at Xia Shishi, and she asked again: “And then?”

Xia Shishi was eager to show her loyalty: “Then I fired her! But she hasn’t given up, and I was in a hurry to see you, so I forgot to block her.”

She just didn’t want to answer the phone earlier, so as not to ruin their atmosphere, and planned to block her after they left.

And now it came to this, Xia Shishi confessed honestly.

She held Wen Jiao’s hand: “I’m so glad I learned how wonderful you are. You are the gentlest and kindest person in the world, so I won’t make mistakes again.”

“Why did she say those things to you?” Wen Jiao definitely wouldn’t be angry with Xia Shishi and would find her impossible to handle, but she wouldn’t let Xia Shishi’s pouting and tearful expression lower her intelligence.

“Wife, you’re so perceptive. Thankfully, I won’t cheat.”

“…Tell me.”

“…” Xia Shishi started to become troubled. She still remembered the ending of her previous life.

Wen Jiao was smart, too smart.

Any tiny clue would be seized by her, and she would follow that thread to find the desired result.

Wen Jiao knew that Zhou Xiaojiang had led people to attack her, but what was the final outcome? Under the influence of the plot, even someone as outstanding and excellent as Wen Jiao lost.

If she said it was because of Zhou Xiaojiang, would the protective Wen Jiao send someone to take revenge for her?

Just thinking about it made her a little excited, but also very worried.

Worried that Wen Jiao would be plot-killed again.

Xia Shishi dared to fire Qi Xue, but she didn’t dare to openly confront Zhou Xiaojiang.

Because the protagonist’s halo was unreasonable.

Xia Shishi thought for a moment: “She was jealous of me.”

Wen Jiao: …

Xia Shishi: “That’s right, she was jealous that such a wonderful person like you would fall for me, so she tried to smear you. If she couldn’t have you, she wouldn’t let me have you either. What a vicious person. Ah, maybe she even planned to secretly approach you after ruining our marriage. Luckily, I fired her in advance. Wife, please don’t pay any attention to her in the future, okay?”

I’m simply too clever.

I both showed off our affection and nipped the crisis in the bud.

Xia Shishi wrapped herself around Wen Jiao like a clingy animal: “If you like me, don’t look at other women anymore. I won’t look either, none of us will look.”

Xia Shishi: “No looking!”

At this moment, the phone ringing had stopped.

It seemed to have sensed that this side was full of the sickening sweet scent of love.

Wen Jiao’s jawline tightened, and only after a long moment did, she utter one word: “Okay.”

Finally, they arrived in the main hall.

Xia Shishi had already instructed people to unpack all the gifts and hang the selected clothes on hangers, making it easy to show them to Wen Jiao.

She bent down, hugged Wen Jiao, and said affectionately: “Tell me which styles you like.”

Wen Jiao felt very uncomfortable being hugged. She covered her mouth and coughed twice, the intention being to remind Xia Shishi to keep her distance.

Unfortunately, to Xia Shishi, this was the appropriate distance for two people who were about to get married. So, far from pulling away consciously, she moved even closer.

Xia Shishi’s upper body leaned towards the wheelchair, her face suddenly magnified, fair and delicate, seeming like you could squeeze water out of her skin.

Wen Jiao’s gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before she subtly shifted it to look at the clothes on the rack.

“They all look good.”

“Really?” Xia Shishi didn’t believe it, feeling that Wen Jiao hadn’t looked closely.

She wanted to suggest Wen Jiao try them on, but remembering that her dear wife might not be very convenient, she decided this was the perfect time to fully demonstrate her own usefulness!

“I’ll be your model, you take a closer look.” Xia Shishi said.

She would wear all those clothes for Wen Jiao to see, so Wen Jiao could choose which style she liked best.

Wen Jiao’s hand moved again.

She had experienced this kind of service many times, but none were as strange as this time.

Models were usually tall, and Wen Jiao was also tall.

Xia Shishi was slightly shorter than Wen Jiao, so the clothes selected based on Wen Jiao’s figure were quite large on Xia Shishi.

This feeling was less about Xia Shishi modeling for Wen Jiao to choose clothes, and more about Xia Shishi subtly seducing Wen Jiao.

Wen Jiao’s eyes tightened significantly, yet Xia Shishi remained oblivious. She walked out wearing a new outfit, and based on her years of experience taking photos, she expertly struck several poses in front of Wen Jiao.

“What about this set? Do you like it? Or not?”

The outfit Xia Shishi was currently wearing was a slip-style formal dress. The straps rested loosely on Xia Shishi’s shoulders, constantly threatening to fall down.

Wen Jiao lowered her eyes: “I don’t like it.”

“Huh, you don’t like it.” Xia Shishi was quite fond of this particular set. She had specifically chosen a black formal dress made of real silk satin, which glistened under the lights, giving it a rich formal texture. It would definitely look good on Wen Jiao.

Xia Shishi looked at Wen Jiao with a slight regret, thinking she didn’t like it, no taste.

But she decided to keep it anyway, saving it for when she would pester Wen Jiao to wear it at night, hehe.

Xia Shishi’s mind was full of appropriate thoughts, and then she lifted the hem of the skirt and walked into the room to change into the next set.

At this moment, the two shoulder straps completely fell off, and the neckline also slipped a bit, causing Wen Jiao’s eyes to narrow: “You there, go give her a jacket.”

Xia Shishi: …But it’s still summer!

Wait, oh, right, her wife might be constitutionally cold and sensitive to the chill. How could she forget this point? No wonder her wife said she didn’t like it.

But it didn’t matter, the room would be warm at night, and there was a comforter, so she still had to keep this set!