After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 17

When Chu Ling woke again, the first thing she saw was a pristine white ceiling, the sharp scent of disinfectant lingering in her nose.

Had she been taken to a hospital? And who had brought her here?

With that thought, she glanced around but found no one nearby.

Huh? Surely, she hadn’t been the one to dial emergency services in her dazed state?

Chu Ling tried to recall, but her memories were hazy, she couldn’t quite remember the moment her fever had spiked.

She attempted to sit up, but her body felt weak, utterly drained.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, but even awake, she didn’t have the energy to keep her eyes open, only peering through a narrow slit as if conserving battery life.

Before long, the sound of the door opening reached her ears. Turning her head, she was surprised to see none other than Chu Tong.

“Mom? What are you doing here?”

Chu Tong scoffed. “Still calling me ‘Mom’ after this? Chu Ling, Chu Ling, you know exactly how sensitive your stomach is! How could you eat so much greasy, heavy food in one go? I just don’t get it, do you ever learn? Are your ears just for decoration?”

Battered by the scolding, Chu Ling wilted further but didn’t dare interrupt, waiting meekly for her mother to finish before weakly protesting, “Mom,stop! I didn’t think it’d turn out like this either.”

She was frustrated too. Had she known indulging just once would land her in the hospital, she wouldn’t have touched that food. What a waste.

“So, how did you end up here? Did I call you for help?”

Chu Tong gave her a strange look. “You don’t remember how you got here?”

Chu Ling shook her head, utterly lost. “No! I just remember the pain, and then everything went blurry.”

Chu Tong sighed. “Xiao Song brought you here. You should be thanking her for saving your life.”

At the mention of “Xiao Song,” Chu Ling froze momentarily before realizing, that had to be Song Qingyi.

The nickname left her feeling oddly stifled, but her mother was the elder, so it wasn’t exactly inappropriate.

Chu Ling closed her eyes peacefully. So the voice she’d heard last night hadn’t been a hallucination after all. She’d thought the pain had made her imagine things, but it really had been Song Qingyi.

Had she heard her cries for help? And she’d seemed frantic, hadn’t she?

Chu Ling blinked, shaking off the thought.

Anyone would panic in an emergency, so Song Qingyi’s urgency made sense.

With that, she glanced toward the door. “Then where is she? I don’t see her.”

Chu Tong flicked her forehead. “Xiao Song had things to do. She left in a hurry after I arrived this morning.”

“You’re something else, you know? If I hadn’t thought to call and check on you, I wouldn’t have known you were out here tempting fate.”

Chu Ling winced guiltily. She genuinely hadn’t known her stomach was this fragile.

But thinking back, at home, her mothers had always cooked, and at Song Qingyi’s place, Song Qingyi handled meals. She rarely ate alone, and even when she ordered takeout, it was usually light stir-fries.

Last night had just been a spur-of-the-moment craving, a little boredom, a little indulgencem and who’d have thought that one time would land her in the hospital?

At this moment, facing Chu Tong’s scolding, Chu Ling didn’t dare to make a sound for a long while. Only after Madam Chu Tong had vented to her heart’s content did she put on a sweet smile and play the obedient card, “I know I was wrong, Mom. I won’t dare to do it again, really!”

Chu Tong looked at her with deep skepticism. “Your credibility with me is currently at zero.”

Chu Ling: “Don’t be like that, Mom. I’ve really learned my lesson.”

Chu Tong sneered, still convinced that her daughter would dare to do it again next time.

Chu Ling wore a serene expression, realizing that her dear mother truly had no trust left in her.

How did it come to this?

Just as the two were talking, there was a knock on the door. Chu Ling turned toward the sound and saw Song Qingyi walking in, carrying a meal for patients.

She looked no different from usual, but Chu Ling inexplicably felt a chill in the air around them.

Song Qingyi’s presence, why?

Had it suddenly become so overpowering?!

Chu Ling shrank her neck slightly, feeling a bit scared and not daring to meet Song Qingyi’s eyes.

Song Qingyi, however, remained calm. After glancing at Chu Ling, she turned to Chu Tong. “Auntie, I brought some food. Since Chu Ling is fine now, and you still have things to attend to, I’ll keep an eye on her from here.”

Chu Tong looked at Chu Ling and noticed her daughter didn’t even dare to look at Song Qingyi, her face full of guilt. She raised an eyebrow.

Indeed, everyone meets their match eventually.

So Chu Tong turned to Song Qingyi with an exceptionally warm smile. “Xiao Song, our Lingling has caused you trouble. Would it be too much to ask you to look after her? Have you finished your own work?”

Song Qingyi replied politely, her tone unchanged. “Not at all, Auntie. Chu Ling is easy to get along with, she hasn’t caused me any trouble. My work is at a lull for now, so I have some free time.”

Chu Tong smiled and agreed readily. “Alright then, I’ll leave Lingling in your hands. If you have other matters to attend to, she can go back on her own. It’s nothing serious anymore, no need to waste medical resources.”

Chu Ling, now labeled as a waster of medical resources: “…”

Huh? In the blink of an eye, she’d become a burden on the healthcare system?

Chu Ling seethed inwardly but didn’t dare to voice her indignation.

And so, Chu Tong left without hesitation.

In an instant, the lively atmosphere from moments ago turned quiet.

An uneasy silence settled in.

Chu Ling opened her mouth several times to say something, but the words died on her lips. She truly didn’t know how to start.

Perhaps it was because she hadn’t seen Song Qingyi much in the past few days, or perhaps it was the sudden shift in the dynamic between them, but now that they were alone again, the awkwardness was palpable.

After struggling for a long time, Chu Ling still couldn’t find the right words.

“Are you okay?”

The quiet room was suddenly filled with Song Qingyi’s voice.

Hearing her speak, the strange tension between them seemed to crack slightly.

Chu Ling immediately felt a weight lift from her chest. Finally, she looked at Song Qingyi. “I’m fine, Last night, thank you. I thought you weren’t home.”

She scratched her cheek awkwardly.

Song Qingyi gave a soft hum and set the food on the small table. “Your stomach hasn’t fully recovered yet, so you can only have some light, liquid foods.”

Hearing this, Chu Ling’s guilt flared up again. But Song Qingyi merely stated it matter-of-factly and then fell silent.

She simply sat to the side, not even glancing at her phone, her gaze fixed on Chu Ling.

An overwhelming sense of being watched took hold.

The most terrifying thing was that Chu Ling only felt guilty, not offended.

She had no choice but to avoid looking at Song Qingyi and instead started eating.

But the liquid diet was utterly tasteless. Thinking about what she had eaten last night, Chu Ling sighed softly, she had truly brought this suffering upon herself.

Only after she had nearly finished the food in front of her did Song Qingyi finally move.

“Sleep a little longer. You can leave the hospital when you wake up.”

Chu Ling shook her head. “No, I’m not sleepy now. Let’s just go back.”

Song Qingyi said nothing more, only nodding in response.

The two returned home in silence. The moment the front door closed, Chu Ling suddenly felt her hair stand on end. She turned her head cautiously, eyeing Song Qingyi.

The next second, Song Qingyi’s calm voice rang out abruptly.

“Was the takeout last night delicious?”

Chu Ling broke out in a cold sweat.

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