After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's "White Moonlight" - Chapter 58

The comment section below had already devolved into a chaotic mess.

Some said it was just for show, others speculated whether Ji Yun’s previous car accident was because of Cheng Siyu, and some mentioned that Cheng Siyu was already with Jiang Shizi. Every kind of rumor was flying around.

Cheng Siyu didn’t understand what kind of madness had suddenly possessed Ji Yun, but then she remembered that during their argument on the day Ji Yun tried to reconcile, Ji Yun had said: “If you don’t agree, I’ll confess to you directly on Weibo and let everyone know.”

At the time, Cheng Siyu thought that since Ji Yun valued her reputation and career above all else, there was no way she would actually do such a thing. However, looking at it now, it seemed she had been wrong.

After a long silence, Cheng Siyu made no response. She wasn’t the one losing face in this situation; the best method was silence.

In her previous life, Ji Yun had done so many wrongs to her, yet up until the moment she died, she had never heard a single apology. In this life, the apology had come so quickly, yet she didn’t feel the sense of relief she expected from finally receiving it.

At that moment, her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. The caller was Ji Wanli.

“Hello.” Cheng Siyu answered the phone after a few seconds of hesitation.

“Miss Cheng, are you free right now?” Ji Wanli’s deep voice came through. Reflexively, Cheng Siyu realized this was the first time she hadn’t sensed shrewdness in Ji Wanli’s tone.

“What is it?”

“Xiao Yun is awake. Her state is very poor. Do you have time to come see her? I can compensate you with advertising resources from the Ji Group.”

As Ji Wanli spoke, a slight curve appeared at the corner of Cheng Siyu’s mouth. She truly envied Ji Yun; despite their relationship being what it was, Ji Wanli was still willing to lower his head to her for his daughter’s sake.

“Miss Cheng?”

Seeing that Cheng Siyu remained silent for a long time, Ji Wanli spoke up again to inquire.

“I’ll go now. Is the taxi fare reimbursable?” Cheng Siyu’s voice carried an uncomfortably light tone.

“Send the invoice to my assistant,” Ji Wanli said, sounding as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He had thought Cheng Siyu would demand an exorbitant price; he hadn’t expected her to only ask for taxi fare.

After hanging up, Cheng Siyu had her own plans. She wanted to see that Ji Yun again—the one who loved her so much that her father had to personally call and beg.

After all, in her previous life, she hadn’t even managed to get an “I’m sorry” from Ji Yun before she died.

Upon arriving at the hospital by taxi, she had just stepped out of the car when two men looking like bodyguards escorted her into the elevator and took her to the ward door.

At that moment, a commotion broke out inside the room. The bodyguards pushed the door open, and what greeted Cheng Siyu’s eyes was Ji Yun, sitting on the hospital bed with disheveled hair and wearing a patient’s gown.

An IV drip was still attached to her arm, and her body was wrapped in bandages that were already seeping blood. Her arms were covered in scratch marks. Several lunch boxes and a table lay overturned on the floor in front of her; the noise just now had been caused by her pushing the table over.

Looking at Ji Yun in this state, a flash of pity crossed Cheng Siyu’s eyes. Meanwhile, the eyes of the person who saw her arrive visibly brightened. In a voice barely maintaining normalcy, Ji Yun spoke:

“Siyu.”

Cheng Siyu didn’t know how to describe the sight. She never imagined Ji Yun would become like this. Whether in the previous life or this one, Ji Yun had always seemed like that high-and-mighty eldest daughter who was never disheveled.

Though her heart screamed at her not to get close again, Cheng Siyu persuaded herself: the Ji Yun of the previous life owed her much, but the Ji Yun of this life was still clean and loved her.

Cheng Siyu slowly approached Ji Yun and sat down on the chair beside her. Only then did she notice several straps under Ji Yun’s hospital bed.

Cheng Siyu was not unfamiliar with such things; her mother used to have them too, used to tie herself up when she couldn’t control her emotions.

The mess around them was cleaned up by the arriving janitors. Ji Wanli walked in after they left.

“Cheng Siyu is here. Can you eat properly now?”

A hint of exhaustion appeared in his eyes. He then instructed the nurse to bring another portion of dinner.

“President Ji, you should rest,” the assistant standing behind him reminded. “There’s a meeting tomorrow.”

“Mm. Remember to report to me if anything happens.” Ji Wanli nodded, then cast a deep look at Cheng Siyu and Ji Yun before turning and walking out the door.

Once Ji Wanli was out, Ji Yun grabbed Cheng Siyu in a hug.

“I finally saw you again.”

The sudden embrace stunned Cheng Siyu. A beat late, she hugged her back.

She told herself inwardly that the person in front of her wasn’t the Ji Yun from the previous life, but just someone with the same appearance and name.

It was undeniable that her body still craved Ji Yun’s warmth, but her heart struggled desperately. It wasn’t until a tear dropped from her cheek that she snapped back to reality and wiped it away.

Regaining her composure, Cheng Siyu pushed Ji Yun’s hands away and said coldly, “We’ve already broken up.”

“But, you still came to see me, didn’t you?”

Ji Yun’s eyes held a trace of disbelief as the embrace was broken.

At that moment, as she looked at the person before her, a flicker of emotion passed through Cheng Siyu’s eyes.

“Your father is very good to you.” Cheng Siyu spoke the truth expressionlessly, then added, “He offered me resources to come.” The implication was that she hadn’t come out of worry for Ji Yun.

Just then, the nurse pushed back the cleaned table with steaming hot food.

“Feed me.”

Once the food was placed in front of her, Ji Yun didn’t linger on the previous topic but instead demanded righteously that Cheng Siyu feed her.

Having accepted the “bribe,” and considering that Ji Yun’s state was to some extent caused by her, Cheng Siyu picked up the food and scooped a spoonful.

It was then that Cheng Siyu noticed the dishes on the table were all favorites of Ji Yun. she didn’t know whether to marvel at the hospital’s thoughtfulness or Ji Wanli’s pampering of Ji Yun.

Ji Yun naturally enjoyed being fed by Cheng Siyu. Back and forth, the bowl gradually emptied.

“Stay tonight.” Ji Yun suddenly gripped Cheng Siyu’s hand.

“I have things to do tomorrow.” Cheng Siyu declined politely. She tried to shake off Ji Yun’s hand but found that the slender arm was like a magnet—she couldn’t shake it off no matter what.

“You can leave from here,” Ji Yun insisted.

“Not everything has to go according to your wishes,” Cheng Siyu said, her face still cold.

“I don’t care.”

The atmosphere between the two fell into a deadlock once again. Then, Ji Yun whispered softly:

“Please.”

Cheng Siyu’s heart skipped a beat, but her tone grew even stiffer. “No.”

“Why?”

“I have no obligation.”

“I beg you. I’ll trade my resources with you,” Ji Yun’s tone softened further, her grip tightening.

“Fine. Let go of me first.” The wound from Cheng Siyu’s old injury was being squeezed painfully.

Whatever, she thought. This life’s Ji Yun hadn’t ever owed her anything. One night would serve as a formal full stop to this relationship.

But almost the moment she agreed, Cheng Siyu regretted it as suffocating memories from the past flooded her mind. However, Ji Yun had already excitedly let go of her hand and called for the nurse to take away the finished utensils.

“I have conditions. I want my own bed.”

Her arm free, Cheng Siyu stated her terms. Ji Yun agreed without a second thought, even pointing to the bandages on her body and saying frankly, “In this state, I can’t do anything to you anyway.”

After the food was cleared, Cheng Siyu glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already eleven o’clock. She had a business event tomorrow, so she took off her outer plush coat, leaving only a thermal T-shirt to sleep in.

Before going to sleep, Cheng Siyu set her alarm two hours earlier than usual. Zhao Xixi and the others were going to pick her up at her apartment tomorrow; she didn’t want them to know she had come to the hospital to see Ji Yun.

“Siyu, sing a song for me.” Ji Yun looked at Cheng Siyu lying on the other side, her eyes filled with nostalgia.

“Sing what?” Cheng Siyu asked.

“A lullaby.”

Cheng Siyu’s clear singing voice echoed in the ward. As Ji Yun listened, her eyes gradually grew moist.

In the previous life, when she heard this voice, she only thought it sounded good because it resembled the songs Ji Yan used to sing.

It wasn’t until later that she realized Cheng Siyu’s singing was pleasant simply because she was Cheng Siyu, not because she was similar to anyone else.

Late in the night, after Cheng Siyu had fallen asleep, Ji Yun pulled out her IV drip and quietly walked to her side, gazing at her.

In her sleep, Cheng Siyu’s brow was furrowed. Ji Yun reached out and smoothed it.

Fortunately, she was still here. Everything could start over.

The next morning, Cheng Siyu’s alarm went off. Just as she intended to leave quietly, she found Ji Yun sitting on her own bed, watching her.

From her posture, it seemed she had been sitting there all night.

“Are you getting up this early?” The alarm also brought Ji Yun back to her senses. She looked out the window; at six o’clock on a winter morning in City A, it was still pitch black.

“Going back to brush my teeth, wash my face, and change. I didn’t bring anything with me.” Cheng Siyu put on yesterday’s coat, briefly tidied her hair, put on a mask, and prepared to head out.

“Will you come back tonight?” Ji Yun asked.

“No.” Cheng Siyu, who was opening the door, replied decisively. “We’ve already broken up.”

Watching Cheng Siyu’s receding back, Ji Yun calmed down and sent a WeChat message to her attending physician. It was only four words:

“I want to be discharged.”

After leaving the hospital, Cheng Siyu took a taxi home. She sent the invoice to Ji Wanli’s assistant and crawled back into her own bed for another nap.

Regarding that night at the hospital, she treated it like a dream. She and Ji Yun could never go back to the way they were.

When she woke up again, she plunged back into work. Ji Yun’s Weibo post had been successfully managed by PR, claiming it was just promotion for the new drama Hard to Distinguish True from False, which actually ended up gaining a bunch of fans.

“Siyu-jie, have you not been resting well lately?”

In the dressing room, Li Yexing asked while applying makeup to Cheng Siyu. Cheng Siyu only nodded and then picked up today’s live stream schedule.

This was a special spin-off episode of Little Ones. The guests were to play games with children, and finally, the children would vote for the “Popularity King.”

However, because Qi Yan and He Jinnian had already divorced, He Wuyou was not present for this live stream.

While waiting before the shoot, Qi Yan happened to be sitting next to Cheng Siyu.

“The weather is nice today,” Qi Yan spoke first, breaking the silence.

“Yes, it is,” Cheng Siyu echoed. she had heard from Xi You that after the last scandal, Qi Yan had moved out of the Qi family home to become neighbors with Jiang Shizi.

The two were about to say more when they heard a child’s voice.

“Mama.”

Cheng Siyu and Qi Yan looked toward the door in unison. They saw Mother Qi leading He Wuyou onto the live stream set at some unknown time.

The moment she saw Mother Qi, Qi Yan’s face darkened. She stood up, walked over, and questioned:

“What did you bring her here for?”

“To see if your daughter can bring your conscience back.”