After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 26.1

Xia Shishi’s eyes were red.

The embarrassment of having her vulnerable side exposed in front of Wen Jiao made her extremely uncomfortable.

She turned her head away in utter humiliation, not wanting Wen Jiao to see her.

Wen Jiao nonchalantly withdrew her hand.

A moment later.

After the frantic pounding of her heart, caused by the nightmare, had stabilized, Xia Shishi managed to force a calm explanation: “I just had a nightmare, I must have woken you up.”

The newly awakened Xia Shishi spoke with a trailing tone, perhaps simply wanting to playfully ingratiate herself with Wen Jiao.

She truly resembled a kitten doted upon by its owner, allowed to rub affectionately, yet retaining the cat’s pride, unwilling to look undignified.

Wen Jiao looked at Xia Shishi with a knowing gaze and explained, “I woke up early.”

“Oh, I see…” Xia Shishi continued her slow, drawn-out tone.

She lit up her phone screen; it was only five in the morning. This was beyond just ‘waking up early.’

Xia Shishi turned to look at Wen Jiao. The woman maintained her usual cool demeanor, always deadly calm no matter the situation. Although she had proactively come to comfort Xia Shishi, she acted as if it were a casual detour on the way back from a midnight bathroom trip.

Xia Shishi’s mood hadn’t quite recovered from the nightmare, inevitably leaving her feeling a little downcast.

She then thought that, despite Wen Jiao acting aloof, she was still much more reassuring than the Wen Jiao in her dream.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I dreamt about?” Xia Shishi brought it up herself.

Wen Jiao’s expression shifted, appearing even more awkward than Xia Shishi had been moments ago, though it was fleeting.

Under Xia Shishi’s puzzled gaze, she answered Xia Shishi’s question: “You were crying and begging me not to leave in your dream.”

Xia Shishi: “…”

Why did she set herself up for that?

Wait, that’s not setting herself up for anything! Confessing to her wife even in a dream is a sign of unwavering loyalty!

“Yes, you’re right.” Xia Shishi’s mood instantly brightened, and she continued to look at Wen Jiao with a look seeking praise. “I dreamt you were going to abandon me, and I was so scared. My dear, you’ll never leave me in this lifetime, right?”

Wen Jiao looked at Xia Shishi with a complex expression: “I won’t leave you.”

Xia Shishi: “Lying is for puppies.”

Wen Jiao: “Lying is for piglets.”

How cruel!

Surely puppies are cuter than piglets? Puppies at least have an escape route, but piglets don’t!

Xia Shishi pressed on, “What about next life?”

Wen Jiao changed the subject: “Xia Shishi, if you don’t get up now, you’ll be late for your first day of work.”

“Nonsense, it’s only five o’clock,” Xia Shishi retorted, but seeing that Wen Jiao’s complexion wasn’t the best, and thinking that waking her up now would be bad for her health, she dropped the subject and instead urged Wen Jiao to go back to bed and sleep.

After making sure Wen Jiao was back in bed and had closed her eyes, Xia Shishi tiptoed out of the room, being extra careful. She made a detour to the stairwell, leaning against the wall and slowly sitting down on the steps.

She had been genuinely scared just now, terrified that what she woke up to would still be the dream.

She was so afraid that Wen Jiao really didn’t like her anymore.

Xia Shishi didn’t even dare to be as willful as before.

She rested her head in her hands, desperately wishing Wen Jiao would forcefully say something like: Woman, I love you!—right in front of her.

Only then would Xia Shishi feel a little at ease.

“Jiaojiao definitely loves me,” she whispered. She won’t leave me. Xia Shishi sat pitifully on the stairs.

The voice of Uncle Zhang sounded from behind her: “Of course Miss loves you very much.”

Xia Shishi jumped in surprise.

She looked up, and Uncle Zhang was looking at her kindly.

While Wen Jiao couldn’t act like an overbearing CEO, Uncle Zhang could act like a CEO’s butler! Uncle Zhang dutifully stated: “I witnessed Miss expressing her feelings to the Madam.”

“Miss has been frail since childhood, spending most of her life in bed, unable to walk. She didn’t wallow in self-pity, but along with negative emotions, her capacity for affection seemed to disappear.”

“Miss didn’t have much affection for anything—not people, not animals. Do you understand what I mean, Miss Xia?”

Uncle Zhang looked at Xia Shishi with expectation.

Wen Jiao’s surroundings were too quiet, and she disliked noise.

Even a slight sound could keep her awake.

The Master and Madam were worried sick, trying every method, but ultimately had to concede to Wen Jiao’s habits, after all, she was the pride of the Wen family.

Xia Shishi, in both personality and life experience, was completely opposite to Wen Jiao.

The Master, the Madam, himself, and everyone in the Wen household had questioned why Wen Jiao would fall for Miss Xia.

But after seeing it with their own eyes, they understood.

Because they were a match made in heaven.

Uncle Zhang saw Xia Shishi sitting there early in the morning: “It must be hard taking care of Miss.”

“N-not hard at all,” The old man’s gratitude made Xia Shishi feel undeserving; she hadn’t really taken care of Wen Jiao much, at most, she just made things a little livelier around her.

Uncle Zhang simply took Xia Shishi’s response as modesty, thinking that rumors were just rumors, and Xia Shishi’s temper wasn’t as bad as the outside world claimed.

He continued, “Please continue to look after her. If you have any difficulties, you can always talk to me.”

Xia Shishi felt a little embarrassed by Uncle Zhang’s words.

It was one thing to know Wen Jiao liked her, but hearing it spoken by an outsider, the secret joy was truly irresistible.

A feeling called vanity quietly surfaced.

In a moment of giddy excitement, Xia Shishi blurted out: “Uncle Zhang, can you teach me how to make breakfast?”

The first step to being a good wife is to present your beloved wife with a love-filled breakfast!

Xia Shishi, who had never lifted a finger in the kitchen, had only ever twirled a skewer or two at barbecue events during her club activities and called it participation.

Such a person harbored a crazy dream.

She wanted Wen Jiao to taste her cooking and never forget it.

She fantasized about Wen Jiao being unable to eat breakfast without her food, and then she would reluctantly say, “I just can’t win with you~” and go personally cook a meal for Wen Jiao.

Xia Shishi was lost in a beautiful daydream.

Uncle Zhang stood at the kitchen entrance, looking conflicted: “While I appreciate you looking after Miss, this kind of thing should be left to us.”

The chef also said, “Exactly, I am getting paid for this, after all.”

Both were thinking the same thing: Please don’t make Miss sick.

Xia Shishi was adamant: “No, I can’t. If I don’t do something for my wife, how can I demand anything from her?”

She was determined to make a meal.

She looked at the chef, her eyes full of silent instruction.

Hurry, tell me how to operate the toaster.

Wen Jiao returned to bed and slept for two hours before waking up.

The quality of this sleep was better than usual, and she felt significantly refreshed.

In the middle of the night, Wen Jiao had only intended to quietly check on Xia Shishi a few times, but to her surprise, just as she was about to get into bed, Xia Shishi suddenly called out her name.

The tearful “Jiaojiao” stunned Wen Jiao for a long time.

“I’m right here, why can’t you see me—” Wen Jiao paused at this sentence.

When did she ever not see Xia Shishi?

It was hard for her to look away whenever Xia Shishi was in front of her.

Just watching her could fill a lot of time.

Xia Shishi cried frantically in her sleep, shouting heartbreakingly, “You don’t like me, but you can’t stop me from liking you!”

“Don’t go…”