After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 25.2

Xia Shishi didn’t know Wen Jiao’s thoughts. She put down the laptop and rushed over to Wen Jiao, pressing her little face close, eager to prove herself: “Isn’t my skin particularly good? I’m telling you, I’ve loved looking at beautiful women since I was little!”

Wen Jiao smiled faintly.

Xia Shishi continued: “How exciting it is to make beautiful people even more beautiful! If I can develop better products, doesn’t that mean I’ve fulfilled my wish?”

“Yes,” Wen Jiao nodded.

“If I develop better products, won’t you also not have to worry about new product launches?” Xia Shishi’s eyes seemed to hold an entire starry sky.

The Xia and Wen families were now closely related.

Selling the Xia family’s products through the Wen family and fully opening up the market would be beneficial to the Xia family. And for the Wen family, they wouldn’t have to worry so much about new product planning.

Xia Shishi’s face was filled with ambition; she was determined to succeed.

Wen Jiao raised her hand, gently touched Xia Shishi’s hair, and encouraged her: “Go for it.”

After showering that evening, Xia Shishi kept stealing glances at Wen Jiao.

She had wanted to volunteer to help Wen Jiao shower but was sent out.

Not liking to be touched, and also not liking to be looked at.

Xia Shishi pouted. She was Wen Jiao’s wife; she should be an exception!

Going to sleep just like this felt a little incomplete.

Wen Jiao felt quite uncomfortable under her gaze.

She shouldn’t have agreed to let Xia Shishi move in. Now the two of them were close, separated only by a bed’s distance, feeling as if they could do something at any moment.

This was only three short days.

The content of these days was almost richer than all of Wen Jiao’s experiences over the past twenty-plus years.

Xia Shishi brought her a huge surprise at the engagement party.

The next day, she came running and crying, saying she was in love.

The third day, she requested to live together.

Now, the two of them were successfully living in the same room. Xia Shishi kept secretly looking at her, and it was hard for Wen Jiao to pretend not to notice.

Wen Jiao slid her wheelchair to the bedside, and Xia Shishi, having planned this, quickly darted over: “Wife, I’ll carry you to bed!”

Wen Jiao grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair and calmly refused her request: “No need.”

“Yes, there is.” Xia Shishi used the same argument: “I am your wife. It’s my duty.”

Xia Shishi’s hands were already moving restlessly.

She wasn’t allowed to touch here or there, so she had to at least fight for the chance to carry her to bed.

Last time, she tried to carry Wen Jiao out of bed but was too weak and couldn’t lift her.

Getting into bed shouldn’t be that difficult, right?

Wen Jiao had paralyzed lower limbs and struggled to exert force, but her arms were exceptionally strong. She could completely support her body with her hands and get into bed herself, just like she showered herself.

Although her body wasn’t well, she didn’t need to depend on others for everything.

But Xia Shishi was so caring, wanting to complete every little thing for her.

The two of them were like opposites; Wen Jiao should have been the one to take care of her wife, but every time, Xia Shishi rushed over first and said, “Wife, let me help you.”

“I am your wife. Why be so distant?”

Every time, Xia Shishi’s eyes were filled with pitiful earnestness.

It seemed that refusing her was an extremely cruel thing to do.

Wen Jiao sat in her wheelchair, in a stalemate with Xia Shishi for a while.

Xia Shishi didn’t intend to give up, becoming even more stubborn than before. Finally, Wen Jiao helplessly reached out her hand: “Help me stand up.”

“Don’t I need to carry you?”

Wen Jiao glanced at Xia Shishi’s slender arms: “No.”

No hugs, then.

Then let’s take the opportunity to hold hands. Xia Shishi held Wen Jiao’s hand, attempting to be a qualified walking stick.

But Wen Jiao felt that this walking stick was too delicate to lean on heavily, afraid of crushing her.

It was more strenuous than getting into bed by herself. By the time she was sitting on the bed, cold sweat had beaded on her forehead, but her expression remained calm, making it impossible to tell.

Xia Shishi looked at Wen Jiao’s legs.

Due to not having walked for years, they looked overly slender, carrying a fragile beauty.

Xia Shishi reached out her hand, but Wen Jiao stopped her: “What are you doing?”

Xia Shishi was self-righteous: “Helping you put your legs up on the bed!”

Holding hands and then hugging her legs—that would satisfy her for the day.

Wen Jiao’s dark eyes fixed on Xia Shishi.

Her lips were about to open.

“I need to!” Xia Shishi stopped her from saying no, then quickly lifted Wen Jiao’s legs onto the bed and thoughtfully tucked the blanket around her.

The entire process took less than half a minute, so fast that Wen Jiao didn’t get a chance to utter those two words.

Xia Shishi felt a sense of regret, “Too fast, too fast! I didn’t get a good feel yet.”

Those legs were so slender, fair, and long—simply her dream legs—but unfortunately, Wen Jiao always kept them hidden, not allowing them to be touched or felt.

Xia Shishi was clearly very generous; if Wen Jiao wanted to touch, she could stick out her leg anytime.

Her wife, ah, was just too reserved.

Xia Shishi shook her head and returned to her own bed. She patted her pillow, and before falling asleep, she didn’t forget to look up and give Wen Jiao a sweet smile: “Goodnight, Wife. Dream of me! I won’t stop making this request until the day we share the same pillow! Mwah~”

The lights in the room were turned off. Only the moonlight from outside illuminated the little girl on the bed who had fallen asleep.

Xia Shishi’s head rested on the pillow, facing Wen Jiao, seemingly wanting to take one last look at her before sleeping.

In the dark, Xia Shishi’s curled eyelashes could still be seen.

Wen Jiao turned her eyes slightly; she couldn’t sleep. If it were the daytime Xia Shishi, she would be smiling so widely that her eyelashes would flutter, brushing against every corner of Wen Jiao’s heart like feathers.

She really moved in, using the identity of a fiancée.

Wen Jiao stared at Xia Shishi’s face, her brows slightly furrowed.

“You’re very good.”

“I like you.”

“Don’t kick me out…”

“We will get married in the future. I will earn money to support you. You are my wife, and I am your wife. We are incredibly close.”

The happiness came so suddenly that Wen Jiao felt a little afraid to accept it.

What must have happened to cause a person to change so drastically?

Wen Jiao lowered her gaze, subconsciously thinking that the little girl might have suffered some grievance.

That would be why she clung to her owner like an abandoned cat, never leaving her side.

Had Xia Shishi been abandoned?

Wen Jiao once again recalled the updates on Xia Shishi’s social media platforms.

Apart from firing Qi Xue, she hadn’t changed much from before. She still went out with Zhou Xiaojiang, still liked shopping, loved beauty, and would throw little tantrums, wanting more candy whenever given a little sweetness.

A rustling sound came from the room.

Wen Jiao propped herself up, sat in her wheelchair, and then came to Xia Shishi’s bedside.

The distance now was truly close. She could watch Xia Shishi freely, without worrying about her gaze being discovered. She could even reach out and gently place her hand on Xia Shishi’s face.

Wen Jiao had never dared to imagine such closeness before.

If it weren’t for the suspicion she had just now, Wen Jiao would have continued to restrain herself from looking at Xia Shishi.

“Did you suffer some grievance?” Wen Jiao’s eyes were filled with heartache. “Who bullied you?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to say.”

“But Xia Shishi, do you know what the consequences will be if you continue doing this?”

You will encounter a Wen Jiao who is full of greed and very terrifying.

“You could have done whatever you liked, and I wouldn’t have stopped you.” Because at that time, she hadn’t dared to harbor any extravagant hopes.

But Xia Shishi insisted on throwing a fire into her heart. Now the fire was burning fiercely, and Wen Jiao was about to lose control. That fire would consume her, and it would also spread to Xia Shishi.

“I gave you a chance to leave,” several times.

Wen Jiao held Xia Shishi’s hand, her fingers rubbing the wedding ring on Xia Shishi’s middle finger, her eyes dark.

You only have one last chance.

Xia Shishi woke up with a start from her bed.

She raised her hand to touch her cheek; it was wet, and the hair around her ears was soaked into strands. Without looking in the mirror, Xia Shishi knew how awful she looked right now.

Most importantly, she was still in Wen Jiao’s room and might be seen by her.

Xia Shishi wiped away her tears. Just as she was about to check if Wen Jiao had been woken up, a warm hand landed on her eyes, soothing her emotions: “Don’t cry. I’m here.”