After Running Away From Her Wedding, The Tsundere Young Lady Went Crazy - Chapter 21

Good Heavens! Did she sleep with Shang Keyu?!

“Don’t move around, take your medicine properly.” Shang Keyu tightened her arms, trapping the person in her embrace, and forced the medicine into her mouth.

Tasting the bitterness, Ji Songshu wrinkled her face and tried to spit it out. Shang Keyu wouldn’t let her; Ji Songshu grabbed Shang Keyu’s collar and tried to kiss her, intending to pass the medicine back to her.

Shang Keyu dodged hurriedly, lifting her head, but was bitten right on the chin, leaving a distinct circle of teeth marks.

Consequently, when she returned to the camera for the meeting, she had to rest one hand against her chin, adopting a contemplative pose.

Ji Songshu, who had caused the trouble, finally behaved. This was because Shang Keyu had maliciously ordered the Alaskan Malamute to lie down beside her. She didn’t dare move a muscle, terrified that the big dog would pounce on her and lick her again.

Ye Qingyu, looking at the profound expression on Shang Keyu’s face in the video feed, thought the posture looked quite good—very much like a dominant CEO. She began to mimic the pose, propping up her chin and pretending to think, while in reality, she was wondering what to eat for dinner.

“Don’t be so slouchy, sit up straight for me!” Her mother nudged her with an elbow.

The same action—how come when Shang Keyu did it, it looked like a mogul in deep thought, but when she did it, it looked slouchy? Ye Qingyu thought indignantly.

After the duration of several meals had passed, the meeting finally ended. Ye Qingyu breathed a long sigh of relief.

The various aunts and uncles left the room one after another. Ye Qingyu stayed behind under the pretext of “learning from Shang Keyu,” until she was the only one left in the meeting room.

Just as Shang Keyu was about to turn off the camera, her hand left her chin. Ye Qingyu, having a sharp eye, immediately noticed the mark on her chin. Unfortunately, the video quality wasn’t very clear, making it impossible to distinguish what had bitten her.

“What happened to your chin?” Ye Qingyu asked.

“The cat at home is in heat; it scratched me,” Shang Keyu replied.

“The bite looks quite deep. You should hurry up and take it to be neutered,” Ye Qingyu commented, pinching her own chin.

Neutered?

Shang Keyu felt like laughing but suppressed the corners of her mouth and held it in.

Ye Qingyu scratched her hair, feeling that Shang Keyu’s attitude was a bit strange, though she couldn’t put her finger on why.

“Wait, I remember you kept a dog, didn’t you? Did you get a new cat? Does the cat get along with your big dog?”

Shang Keyu looked at Alexievich, who was sleeping lazily on the bed, and then at Ji Songshu, whose face was as pale as death and who was as stiff as a board. She shook her head sorrowfully.

She waved her hand, and the Alaskan Malamute consciously went out to find food. Ji Songshu was finally pardoned; her whole body relaxed, and she slumped there as if she had been melted by the sun.

“In a two-child household like yours, harmony between cats and dogs is quite important…” Ye Qingyu said earnestly.

Hearing a familiar voice, Ji Songshu immediately leaned closer. Catching a glimpse of Ye Qingyu on the screen, she whispered softly, “Qingqing.”

Shang Keyu’s hand jerked, and she suddenly exited the meeting with lightning speed, leaving Ye Qingyu staring at a black screen in a daze.

Behind the screen, Shang Keyu looked at Ji Songshu and said sternly, “No ‘Qingqing’ [kissing].”

“Ah? I can’t?” Ji Songshu widened her eyes. “But I really like Qingqing.”

Shang Keyu’s face changed color subtly. She said crossly, “This is how you act spoiled with all your ex-girlfriends, isn’t it?”

“Why are you talking to me like that? I’ve never been in a relationship,” Ji Songshu said aggrievedly.

“What, is your brain fried from the fever? You even forgot your own history of romantic flings?”

“What romantic flings? Where would I have the time to date? I’ve been working hard to earn money to pay off debts.”

Shang Keyu was confused. Debts? What debts? The Pei family owed debts? How did she not know about this?

“What debts? Tell me.” She pressed down on Ji Songshu’s shoulders.

Ji Songshu’s voice was low: “My younger sister is very seriously ill. Her treatment requires a lot, a lot of money. I couldn’t come up with it, so I had to borrow from everywhere.”

Shang Keyu was somewhat puzzled. Recalling the day she went to the Pei house, that arrogant and domineering “sister” didn’t look like she was seriously ill at all.

…Could it be a mental illness? Then the irritability would be understandable.

“I couldn’t pay back that much money, and my sister’s condition kept worsening. I had no choice; nobody would lend to me anymore. But Xiaoxi is still so young… Fortunately, my blood type is very rare, and someone was willing to pay a high price to buy it.”

Shang Keyu frowned. “Don’t your parents care?”

“They died in a car accident when I was eight.”

Shang Keyu was startled, her expression quickly turning grave. “What are you talking about? Who exactly are you?”

“I am me. I’m Niannian.”

“Niannian?”

“Yes, my nickname is Ji Nian. Don’t you remember?”

Shang Keyu was stunned. “You never told me that.”

Ji Songshu looked hurt, as if Shang Keyu was a cold-hearted and ungrateful woman.

“You must have forgotten our agreement too.”

“Of course not,” Shang Keyu said. “If I confess my love to you, we get married.”

“No!” Ji Songshu cried out. “Our pheromone compatibility is 97%. I stay by your side to help cure your pheromone hunger disorder, and you give me money to help treat my sister’s illness.”

Shang Keyu was now completely bewildered. She said in disbelief, “Are you saying that I’m sick too?”

She tested Ji Songshu’s forehead with her hand. “Are you confused from the fever? I don’t want to marry a fool.”

“I am not. I’ll show you the transfer records.”

Ji Songshu grumbled as she picked up the phone on the nightstand, flipping through it. Shang Keyu waited composedly to see what she could produce.

Her finger stopped sliding. Ji Songshu stared in shock at the bank card balance of 254.1 on the screen. She froze for a long time before snapping out of it, murmuring in disbelief:

“Why is there no money? Where is my money?”

Shang Keyu couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

She was now certain that the girl in front of her was simply delirious from the fever and had fabricated this tragic story of selling blood to save her sister.

She pressed Ji Songshu back onto the bed and tucked the Bagel Rabbit plushie into her arms, treating her like an infant.

“Go to sleep. When you wake up, you’ll have parents who love you, a healthy sister, and a bulging wallet.”

Ji Songshu looked at her seriously: “Really?”

“Really, I’m not lying to you.” Shang Keyu leaned over to tuck her in.

At the moment she bent down, Ji Songshu suddenly hooked her arms around her neck and pulled her down.

“You’re very tired too. Sleep with me.”

Shang Keyu fell into a warm and soft embrace, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

Jikang Hospital, Ward.

Ji Chaoxi lay quietly on the hospital bed. Sunlight streamed through the window onto her bedside, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air.

Shen Weiyi sat by the bed, peeling an apple with a fruit knife. Her movements were steady and forceful, the peel falling into the trash can in one continuous spiral.

She handed the apple to Ji Chaoxi. Ji Chaoxi didn’t take it but instead asked:

“Sister Weiyi, you’ve been transferred here to be my primary physician for almost a year, right?”

“Fifteen days short of a full year.”

“You’ve liked my sister for more than a year, haven’t you?”

Shen Weiyi admitted it without a change in expression and raised the apple in her hand again.

Ji Chaoxi took it, took a large, crisp bite, and said, “I hope my sister-in-law is beautiful, wealthy, and capable. Only then would she be worthy of my sister.”

Shen Weiyi smiled. “Of course.”

As dusk fell in the evening, Ji Songshu woke up.

The high fever had subsided. She felt an unprecedented sense of comfort. The mattress beneath her supported her, and the bedding against her skin was silky and smooth; it felt as if she were sleeping within the veils of heaven.

Except her chest felt a bit tight.

She rubbed her eyes and looked down, instantly frightened out of her wits.

Her clothes were disheveled, the strap of her nightgown hanging off to one side, and a head was nestled intimately against her chest.

She recoiled in horror. The person also rolled over, lying on her back, revealing a profile with beautiful lines and long, curled eyelashes. But what stood out most was the ring of teeth marks on her chin.

Ji Songshu was dumbfounded. She stared blankly at Shang Keyu’s sleeping face and pinched her own cheek. It hurt; this wasn’t a dream.

The fact that it wasn’t a dream made it even more terrifying. Why was she sleeping in the same bed as Shang Keyu? And why was Shang Keyu buried in her chest? Why?

At the same time, her waist felt a dull ache.

She tried hard to search her memory, but her brain was like a piece of cheese that had been nibbled on by a mouse—full of holes, remembering nothing.

She covered her face. Could it be that while she was delirious, the two of them had already… done it?

The more Ji Songshu thought about it, the more terrified she became. She scrambled out of bed as if fleeing for her life.

She rushed out of the room, nearly colliding with Carlotta, who was carrying a tray. When she reached the stairs, she suddenly remembered she hadn’t taken her phone. She scurried back, grabbed the phone, and while running, checked for missed messages.

Then, she saw a text message.

[Fengyuan Bank] Your account XXXX received 500,000.00 CNY on [Month] [Day] 14:32. Balance: 500,254.10 CNY.

How much????

Ji Songshu’s eyes widened to the point of splitting. She counted the decimal places again with her gaze—six figures, five hundred thousand?!

What was this? A scam? No, a scam would mean her spending money. Was it a loan? Or did she win the lottery?

Her thoughts were a mess. She checked the sender—the name Shang Keyu came into view.

Her heart immediately surged like a stormy sea.

Why did Shang Keyu suddenly transfer money to her? Did she have too much money and nowhere to spend it? Did she pity her? Or…

Was it compensation after they accidentally ended up in bed together?

Recalling the scene when she just woke up, Ji Songshu had almost convinced herself.

She sucked in a cold breath. Not paying attention to her feet, she suddenly missed a step and fell down the stairs.

Hearing the noise, Alexievich, who was burying his head in his food in the kitchen, alertly twitched his ears. He flew out and lunged forward, cushioning the falling person with his body.

Ji Songshu only felt herself land on a fluffy cushion. She got a mouthful of dog hair. While spitting out the hair, she climbed up.

Once she saw the big dog beneath her, she immediately hit the “fast-forward” button, darting ten meters away. From a distance, she awarded him a “Good Dog Card”:

“Qiqi with the very long name, thank you. You are a good dog.”

The Alaskan Malamute howled “Awoo” twice in excitement.

Carlotta rushed down the stairs with a first-aid kit: “Miss Pei, are you alright?”

Ji Songshu shook her head and hurried to ask, “My clothes should be washed by now, right? Where are they? I have something urgent; I need to leave first.”

“Where are you going?”

A cold voice came from above.

Ji Songshu looked up. Shang Keyu was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at her.

“Uh… I just want to go take a shower,” Ji Songshu stammered.

“You want to change into your clothes to go out and take a shower? You certainly have interesting tastes.”

Shang Keyu walked down the stairs step by step toward her. For some reason, Ji Songshu’s legs felt nailed to the spot.

“When I had the fever, did you…” Ji Songshu’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. She felt her face burning.

“Yes,” Shang Keyu admitted briskly. Since she was the one who personally took care of the girl, she wasn’t willing to hide her merit. As for sleeping in Ji Songshu’s arms, that was her deserved reward.

Ji Songshu was shocked. The second half of the sentence she hadn’t finished was: Did you sleep with me? She hadn’t expected Shang Keyu to admit it so readily. As expected of someone who came back from Italy! So open-minded!

She mustered her courage and said, “Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?”

Shang Keyu stopped in front of her and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re asking me? Have you forgotten? You were the one who was proactive.” She pointed to the teeth marks on her chin. “You bit me.”

“I bit you?” Ji Songshu’s eyes went wide. Shang Keyu’s attitude made it seem like she was the one being unreasonable, forcing herself upon the other woman like a tyrant.

She argued, “Clearly you did something to me, right? My waist is so sore!”

“That’s because you slept with half your body hanging off the sofa all night,” Shang Keyu said helplessly.

Ji Songshu blinked, feeling a bit confused. Just now, Shang Keyu had indeed admitted they “did it.” If it wasn’t Shang Keyu who did something to her, could it be… that she did something to Shang Keyu?

Good heavens! She slept with Shang Keyu?!