After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 18

Chu Ling truly couldn’t understand, her relationship with Song Qingyi wasn’t particularly close, was it? Logically, she shouldn’t feel this guilty.

Even when facing her own mother, Chu Tong, she could act spoiled and sweet without hesitation. So why did her confidence inexplicably shrink whenever she was up against Song Qingyi?

Several times now, under Song Qingyi’s overwhelmingly oppressive aura, she had inexplicably retreated.

It was really strange. Why was it only when facing Song Qingyi that she felt so guilty?

Sure, it was true that she had eaten something bad last night, leading to acute gastroenteritis, but…

Okay, fine thinking about it now, she did feel a little guilty.

After all, Song Qingyi rarely smiled. On the rare occasions when she did, Chu Ling found it almost miraculous. Though their acquaintance had been brief, she had already gleaned some understanding of Song Qingyi’s personality.

But no one had warned her that beneath Song Qingyi’s calm exterior lurked such a terrifying side.

Like right now. Beneath that composed surface, it was as if a beast was straining to break free from its cage, giving off a distinctly ominous vibe.

Chu Ling tried to guess that beast was probably named anger. It was clear Song Qingyi was doing her utmost to suppress it.

But why? Why was she angry? Chu Ling was the one who had eaten something bad and suffered the consequences.

At best, Song Qingyi was just an ordinary friend to her. What reason did she have to be furious?

Curious and unwilling to let the tension linger, Chu Ling decided to ask outright.

“Song Qingyi, are you angry?”

Song Qingyi lifted her gaze, her expression unreadably calm. “Why would you think I’m angry?”

Chu Ling hesitated before answering. “Just, a feeling. It seems like you’re upset. Is it because I caused you trouble?”

That was the only explanation she could think of. If she hadn’t suddenly fallen ill, Song Qingyi wouldn’t have had to drag her to the hospital in the middle of the night. Just imagining it made Chu Ling realize how much inconvenience she had caused.

Feeling ashamed, she added, “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect it to be this serious. But still, thank you, if it weren’t for you, I might not have made it.”

For a split second, Chu Ling clearly saw a flash of fury in Song Qingyi’s eyes, but it vanished so quickly she wondered if she had imagined it.

She hesitated again. Song Qingyi still seemed angry, so Chu Ling chose to stay silent.

At this point, Chu Ling was at a loss. It felt like every word she spoke only made the atmosphere around Song Qingyi grow heavier.

For the sake of her own safety, she decided it was best to stop talking altogether. Otherwise, she was genuinely afraid Song Qingyi might snap and eliminate her in a fit of rage.

Though the Song Qingyi before her seemed quite different from the obsessive, unhinged character in the novel, at the very least, Chu Ling hadn’t noticed any signs of her losing control.

Maybe it was because Chu Ling wasn’t Ye Zhiyin?

Either way, Chu Ling resolved not to provoke her further.

Yet the moment she fell silent, Song Qingyi’s gaze darkened even more, her expression turning stormy.

Now Chu Ling didn’t even dare to breathe. Why did it feel like speaking was wrong, but not speaking was also wrong?

Help!

She desperately wished someone would come save her right now. She’d do anything to escape this awful situation!

Perhaps the heavens had truly heard her plea because the next second, the ringing of Song Qingyi’s phone shattered the silence.

Someone was calling.

Chu Ling suddenly felt a weight lift from her heart. She cautiously glanced at Song Qingyi, waiting until the other woman took out her phone and stepped aside to answer the call before slipping into her room like a thief.

Though it wasn’t exactly polite, she had to escape that precarious situation first!

Whoever was on the other end of that call, Chu Ling was infinitely grateful to them.

Only after returning to her room and gently closing the door did she finally relax, pausing briefly by the entrance to ensure nothing was amiss outside.

Song Qingyi’s aura was truly intimidating beneath that calm exterior, it felt like a storm was brewing!

Chu Ling wiped her face and took a deep breath to steady herself.

Acute gastroenteritis would take another three to five days to fully recover. Now that her attention had shifted, a dull ache began to stir in her abdomen. She quickly fetched her medicine and took it.

After all the turmoil, inspiration eluded her for the moment, so she listlessly lay in bed, scrolling through her phone.

After chatting with Qiu Shuang for a while, drowsiness crept over her likely the medicine kicking in. She set her phone aside, tilted her head, and drifted into unconsciousness.

A soft knock echoed through the quiet room, but Chu Ling was already asleep and couldn’t respond.

Silence returned outside the door before the handle turned and the door opened.

Song Qingyi’s gaze immediately fell on the sleeping figure in bed. Her tense expression gradually eased, eventually settling into stillness.

No one knew how she had felt last night.

She had deliberately mentioned her social engagement to Chu Ling, only to receive a perfunctory, polite concern in return. Song Qingyi tried to convince herself Chu Ling had simply forgotten, which was normal. Hadn’t she known this all along?

Yet she couldn’t suppress her emotions and ended up drinking an extra glass. When she returned home under the cover of night, the room was indeed silent, Chu Ling had already gone to bed.

Perhaps unwilling to concede, Song Qingyi found herself drawn to Chu Ling’s door like a moth to flame. As her hand hovered over the handle, she told herself she would just take a quick look and leave.

After all, having Chu Ling within arm’s reach was already the limit of her restraint. If she couldn’t even see her, Song Qingyi knew she wouldn’t be able to bear it.

So, like a furtive voyeur, she dared only to trespass into Chu Ling’s territory when the other was asleep and defenseless, allowing her hidden desires to run wild.

Chu Ling would never know, and she had always concealed it well in daily life.

But she never expected that opening the door wouldn’t reveal the familiar sight of peaceful slumber instead, she was met with weak cries for help and a deathly pale face.

In that instant, Song Qingyi’s mind went blank, a single thought circling relentlessly:

Was Chu Ling going to leave her again?

She couldn’t stop the thought, even as she quickly realized it was likely just a sudden illness. Yet, as she rushed Chu Ling to the hospital, her mind remained numb.

The most terrifying moment was seeing Chu Ling lying in bed, devoid of vitality. For a brief moment, Song Qingyi’s composure shattered.

She was afraid, there was no denying it. No matter how well she masked it, the fear always found cracks to seep through and assert itself.

That fear lingered until Chu Ling’s complexion gradually regained a hint of color on the hospital bed. Only then did Song Qingyi slowly emerge from her daze.

Once again, she tucked her emotions away, calmly explaining the situation to Aunt Chu Tong over the phone.

She politely excused herself from the conversation, saying she had other matters to attend to and needed to leave first.

Song Qingyi actually had nothing pressing to do. She just needed time to sort out her emotions.

Yet, Chu Ling could still stir her feelings with just a few words. If not for the phone call that interrupted them, she might not have been able to hold back any longer.

Song Qingyi took a deep breath and leaned in closer beside Chu Ling’s bed.

She must still be feeling unwell even in sleep, her brows were slightly furrowed.

Song Qingyi reached out and gently pressed her fingertip between the other’s brows, smoothing out the creases with delicate care.

“Hurry and remember already. How much longer do you plan to keep me waiting, Chu Ling?”

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