After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 28

It was the dress from that day.

A black, strappy formal gown, very narrow at the hem, wearing it was like having a mermaid’s tail.

Wen Jiao’s figure looked best in this kind of dress, especially how the dress caught the light, sparkling like a mermaid’s scales.

But the problem was, Wen Jiao genuinely couldn’t put on this kind of dress, especially when she was alone.

Without someone to help, she would never be able to get into it.

Wen Jiao now had two choices: one was to stay in these clothes, calmly leave the bathroom, and get new pajamas.

No matter how many little schemes Xia Shishi harbored, she had only kissed and fled, she hadn’t stripped off Wen Jiao’s clothes, leaving her only to choose the second option.

Call Xia Shishi in, ask her to help, and then put on this dress to please her.

Since when did Wen Jiao need to please anyone?

She placed the dress on her lap and looked towards the door. Xia Shishi, waiting outside, was eager to jump in, seemingly not having considered that Wen Jiao might just leave the bathroom directly.

This girl…

To call her smart, she was also quite silly.

To call her silly, she was genuinely smart.

Wen Jiao did need to please Xia Shishi.

Because she didn’t want Xia Shishi to think she disliked her.

Better to treat it as a reward for a good child.

A reward for coming back and eating properly today.

For not abandoning her.

“Come in,” Wen Jiao lifted her neck, her posture calm and elegant, without the slightest hint of embarrassment. Her tone was not the helpless one Xia Shishi might have expected, but so distant and cool that it made one want to provoke her further.

Xia Shishi stood guard at the door, her palms sweating.

After acting on impulse, Xia Shishi suddenly realized what a ridiculous thing she had done.

She wouldn’t have been surprised even if Wen Jiao had angrily ordered her to come in.

Xia Shishi had no regret or remorse, nor did she run away. What if this was her chance? She couldn’t give up on a one-in-a-million possibility.

Until she heard Wen Jiao call her in.

At this moment, Xia Shishi’s heart was pounding, yet she had to pretend to be composed. She thought Wen Jiao would at least show some different emotion, but found that Wen Jiao was truly calm.

When Xia Shishi walked into the bathroom, Wen Jiao looked at her without anger, and then raised her hand.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to help me bathe?”

“…Yes.”

“Come here.”

Wen Jiao was as aloof as if this were a work matter, giving instructions to a subordinate.

But this matter was still somewhat stimulating for Xia Shishi.

Wen Jiao: “It’s not convenient for me to undress, you help me. Also, remember to fill the tub with water.”

Xia Shishi looked at the empty bathtub. When she had just entered, hadn’t Wen Jiao turned on the shower?

Something seemed off, but Xia Shishi didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Xia Shishi walked over and started running water into the tub.

What should be done while the tub fills up? Wen Jiao had been holding her hand up for a while, patiently waiting for Xia Shishi to come and help.

At this moment, Xia Shishi somewhat retreated: “Don’t you dislike me touching you?”

Wen Jiao’s eyelashes trembled: “Yes, so try not to touch me when removing my clothes.”

Whether this was torturing Wen Jiao or Xia Shishi depended on whether Wen Jiao truly disliked being touched.

Xia Shishi walked over, first unbuttoning, then gradually helping Wen Jiao take off her clothes.

Wen Jiao couldn’t move her legs and needed assistance.

Such a simple sentence, yet between these two people, it seemed not so simple.

Xia Shishi both wanted to look and didn’t want to look too openly. In her furtive glances, her ears flushed again, and she had to be careful not to touch Wen Jiao. Yet, her fingertips would inevitably brush against Wen Jiao’s arms.

It was an unusual sensation, making Xia Shishi’s fingertips warm up as well.

Wen Jiao rarely went out; her skin, from staying indoors for a long time, was extraordinarily pale, excessively so.

A trace of sickness, coupled with her captivating looks.

Xia Shishi gulped, thinking it was about enough; any more, and Wen Jiao would truly start to dislike it.

She stood behind Wen Jiao and sped up her movements.

Wen Jiao closing her eyes hid the emotions in her eyes, but what could hide the upturned corners of her mouth?

She could only sit there with her hand extended, reminding herself to stay calm.

Wen Jiao was not displeased.

How could she be displeased?

This torment was clearly aimed at Xia Shishi.

Xia Shishi had a thief’s heart and a thief’s courage, but they were both too small, leaving her with only so much boldness. After just a few minutes, her face began to feel damp.

Xia Shishi didn’t dare to wipe it and could only argue inwardly: it’s steam, not sweat!

“The water is ready,” Wen Jiao reminded Xia Shishi to turn it off first.

When Xia Shishi turned off the water, it was exactly when Wen Jiao was looking at her legs.

These were the legs that Wen Jiao strongly disliked, the ones that could turn even the strongest confidence into self-consciousness in front of Xia Shishi.

It was precisely because of these paralyzed legs that Wen Jiao had always been afraid to get close to Xia Shishi for so many years.

When she finally proposed the request to marry her, she only dared to let the person move into the house, but into different rooms. She only needed to hear Xia Shishi’s voice and see her shadow.

If the distance between them was a hundred steps, Wen Jiao thought she could only advance two or three.

For the remaining distance, she didn’t dare to hope that Xia Shishi would come over actively; she only hoped Xia Shishi wouldn’t run away.

If she let Xia Shishi help her and lift her into the bathtub.

Then these legs would be completely exposed to Xia Shishi.

Wen Jiao’s eyes suddenly dimmed. Xia Shishi turned around, her ears, cheeks, and neck—her entire body was red and hot, and she stammered: “C-continue!”

The deliberately louder volume seemed to be an attempt to muster courage.

But Xia Shishi didn’t dare to look up.

She had never thought she would like a woman, or that she would be afraid to look at a woman’s body. It was truly embarrassing.

Wen Jiao stared at Xia Shishi, her voice soft: “Hurry up.”

Xia Shishi: “Okay.”

Wen Jiao had been in the bathroom for a long time. Thinking about this, Xia Shishi put away her chaotic heartbeat and the nascent heat of passion. She ultimately cared for Wen Jiao’s body and was a decent caregiver.

It was only after helping Wen Jiao into the bathtub that she still got lost looking at Wen Jiao’s legs.

They were slender and long, truly like the legs of a mermaid transformed from a tail.

“Wife, would a massage help?”

“Not calling me by my name anymore?” Wen Jiao couldn’t even subconsciously hide her legs from Xia Shishi and could only say flatly, trying to divert attention.

Xia Shishi was embarrassed: “Hehe, not angry anymore. How could Wife dislike me? Wife loves me the most.”

The goal was pretty much achieved, so what else was there to do?

“Appropriate massage can restore feeling to the legs, I’ve heard people say that.”

Xia Shishi could think of this, so Zheng He couldn’t possibly have overlooked it.

It was just that Xia Shishi felt Wen Jiao’s dislike of being touched was directed at everyone, not just her. Since Wen Jiao loved her so much, she would slowly lower her guard.

Perhaps starting with a massage could both close the distance between them and let Wen Jiao get used to being touched.

Wen Jiao scooped up some water with her right hand. The water on her hand quickly ran dry, falling back into the bathtub and creating a splash.

She looked at her palm: “There is no possibility of full recovery.”

“They’ve found the best doctors, but no matter how they diagnose, they all say I can’t stand up.” Only Zheng He hasn’t given up, but he also admits he’s not one of the top specialists.

Zheng He hadn’t given up, but Wen Jiao herself had.

She dragged on without improvement until now. If Xia Shishi hadn’t moved in, Wen Jiao wouldn’t have considered the possibility again.

Wen Jiao was genuinely considering prosthetic legs.

As long as Xia Shishi didn’t dislike it.

Or…

Xia Shishi shook her head: “That’s not necessarily true.”

She had been reborn; what wasn’t possible?

If coming back from the dead was possible, then restoring sensation to a pair of legs was no big deal.

Perhaps after the ending, Wen Jiao could regain her halo.

She might be able to stand up again then, who knows.

Xia Shishi realized she truly liked Wen Jiao’s legs. If Wen Jiao could stand up and wear that mermaid dress she loved, she would undoubtedly shine brilliantly!

“Let’s try it,” Xia Shishi said.

“…We’ll see.”

After the bath, it was time to get dressed. Wen Jiao thought Xia Shishi would be too exhausted to help her put on the dress after all this fuss, but Xia Shishi instantly recovered her energy: “I’ll do it, I’ll do it.”

Wen Jiao: “…Do you really like this dress that much?”

Xia Shishi: “I like it on you.”

Wen Jiao: “We’ll have to change out of it later.” She couldn’t sleep in a formal gown.

Xia Shishi: “I don’t mind the trouble.”

Wen Jiao could only let her have her way.

This dress was already difficult to put on, and it was even more troublesome for Wen Jiao, even with help.

But it was also true that it looked beautiful once on. The dress was very form-fitting, accentuating Wen Jiao’s attractive curves. Xia Shishi watched and started to cover her nose.

“Why is the bathroom so dry? I almost got a nosebleed,” Xia Shishi sniffed and started talking nonsense.

Wen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief; she was finally dressed.

She sat in the wheelchair: “Let’s go out.”

When Xia Shishi pushed Wen Jiao out, she found Uncle Zhang pacing not far from the bathroom.

He looked like he had been walking back and forth there for a long time.

Upon seeing Wen Jiao come out, followed by Xia Shishi, he was not surprised: “Miss was inside for quite a while, I was worried.”

Xia Shishi moved her hand: “Yes, I was worried too, thankfully I went in. My Wife is just too concerned about appearances. She could have called me in for this sort of thing. Uncle Zhang, don’t you agree?”

Uncle Zhang: “I think you’re right.”

Uncle Zhang added: “Miss shouldn’t stay up late. It’s best if she sleeps before 11 o’clock. It’s almost 10 now, and you two…” Uncle Zhang looked at the dress Wen Jiao was wearing.

Next time you do this kind of thing, maybe do it earlier.

“Miss Xia is also busy with work; perhaps you can wait until the holidays.” He certainly wouldn’t interrupt then and be a spoilsport.

Xia Shishi was speechless.

She could talk back to anyone, but she couldn’t tell Uncle Zhang to mind his own business.

Because Uncle Zhang was considering Wen Jiao’s well-being with unwavering loyalty.

It was all for the sake of his wife’s health.

Xia Shishi: “I think you’re right.”

Wen Jiao tapped her finger: “Uncle Zhang, I have my limits. You should go rest.”

Uncle Zhang felt a little awkward now: “Then I’ll go downstairs to rest.”

“Wait,” Wen Jiao remembered something.

Her phone was still in the bathroom.

It was precisely her concern about Xia Shishi finding it that led to the current situation.

Xia Shishi would be going into the bathroom to shower later. If Xia Shishi saw the phone, it might be troublesome. Wen Jiao spoke in an almost hurried tone: “Ask someone to come in and clean the bathroom first.”

A maid seeing her phone would certainly put it away for her and wouldn’t look closely.

This would prevent Xia Shishi from finding it.

But Uncle Zhang clearly misunderstood.

He had a thought, No wonder Miss stayed in the bathroom for so long today.