After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 19

Chu Ling felt like she had slept for a very long time, but when she woke up, she didn’t feel tired at all. Instead, she felt refreshed and full of energy.

Unlike before, when she would always dream during sleep and wake up feeling exhausted as if she had been laboring all night this time, she had actually slept well.

The sky outside looked dim, so it must have been late.

Chu Ling pulled out her phone and glanced at it, only to realize she had slept until past six in the evening. No wonder it was getting dark.

The surroundings were quiet, with no sounds coming from outside. Scratching her cheek, Chu Ling rolled around on the bed before finally getting up. She floated into the bathroom, cleaned herself up, and only then did she feel completely refreshed.

When she stepped out of her room, the living room was still unlit, though the light wasn’t too dim to see. It was just eerily silent.

A thought crossed Chu Ling’s mind.

Song Qingyi doesn’t seem to be home. Did she go out again? She’s been so busy lately.

Peeking cautiously around the living room, Chu Ling felt a bit guilty, her movements resembling those of a thiefstealthy and exaggerated.

But after scanning the area, she didn’t spot Song Qingyi anywhere. Maybe she really had gone out.

Just as she thought this, Chu Ling turned around and her pupils shrank as she stumbled back a step.

Because right in front of her, standing silently in the dim light, was a figure. She had no idea how long they had been there, and she hadn’t noticed at all!

Startled and completely unprepared, Chu Ling’s heart raced before she realized, the silent figure was almost certainly Song Qingyi.

“You scared me to death! Why didn’t you make any sound? What are you doing standing behind me? When did you get here? I didn’t even hear footsteps!”

After the fright, Chu Ling’s words spilled out rapidly. She patted her chest, still shaken, wondering what kind of mindset Song Qingyi had to be lurking like some ghostly presence.

But Song Qingyi didn’t answer her. Instead, her gaze carried a scrutinizing edge. “What were you looking for?”

Chu Ling froze, then quickly waved her hands. “Nothing! I was just checking if you were home. I didn’t see you when I came out, so I thought you’d gone out again.”

Song Qingyi gave a faint hum and withdrew her gaze. “Feeling better?” she asked flatly.

Chu Ling took stock of herself and nodded. “Much better. Thank you, Song Qingyi.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the atmosphere between them turned stiflingly quiet.

After a moment, Song Qingyi turned away first. “Come eat.”

Chu Ling exhaled in relief and hurried over, intending to help.

But to her surprise, Song Qingyi had already prepared everything, the dishes and rice were all laid out on the table. However, when Chu Ling approached and saw the starkly divided meal, she was dumbfounded.

Dinner was split into two distinct sections, separated as clearly as opposing sides of a battlefield. One side was so bland it could bore a bird to tears, while the other was rich, fragrant, and visually enticing.

Chu Ling silently stared at the watery, tasteless portion meant for her, then longingly eyed the other side the delicious, colorful feast. She swallowed hard, unable to help herself.

“Song Qingyi.”

She attempted to beg.

“No chance. Eat your own portion.”

Begging failed. The light in Chu Ling’s eyes dimmed.

Of course that bland, watery meal was meant for me!

The most infuriating part was Song Qingyi, why did the dinner in front of her look so delicious? Did she really have to eat it right in front of her?

Chu Ling had every reason to suspect that Song Qingyi was doing this to spite her!

She sat down angrily, forcing down the tasteless food in her bowl while stealing glances in Song Qingyi’s direction.

Even when faced with such delicious dishes, Song Qingyi remained unhurried, picking up food with graceful slowness and eating with refined elegance.

The sight of such a beauty was truly pleasing to the eye, but most of Chu Ling’s attention remained fixed on the feast before her.

The porridge in her bowl might as well have been water utterly flavorless so she could only take a bite and then glance at Song Qingyi’s dishes.

Even if she couldn’t eat them, watching Song Qingyi enjoy them made the meal somewhat bearable. At least she managed to finish it.

But not only was there no taste to speak of, her stomach still felt hollow afterward.

To make matters worse, as Song Qingyi cleared the table, she casually remarked, “You’ll need to stick to semi-liquid foods for two more days. No heavy flavors, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

Chu Ling: “…”

She was certain now, Song Qingyi was absolutely getting back at her!

What was the meaning of life?

Chu Ling fell into deep contemplation.

Perhaps her expression was too pitiful and heartbroken, because after a moment, Song Qingyi added softly, “There’s a small banquet in a few days. If you recover well, I’ll take you along.”

Chu Ling, like a dying patient suddenly revived, sat bolt upright. “Will there be good food?”

Song Qingyi nodded slowly. “Of course. But, if you’re not fully recovered, don’t even think about it.”

Chu Ling immediately vowed, “Don’t underestimate the resilience of a stomach tortured by liquid diets!”

After just one day of such meals, Chu Ling already felt like life had lost all flavor. Only when sick did one realize how blissful normal days were.

Song Qingyi neither agreed nor disagreed. “I hope you can stick to it.”

Her tone was indifferent, devoid of obvious emotion, yet Chu Ling couldn’t shake the feeling that those words dripped with distrust.

Song Qingyi actually had so little faith in her?!

Thus, over the next two days, Chu Ling’s willpower reached unprecedented heights. Even if Song Qingyi ate like a live streamer in front of her, she wouldn’t spare a single glance!

To prevent any lapses, Chu Ling ate quickly each time, fearing her resolve might crumble under the temptation of the feast across from her.

Watching her struggle through the semi-liquid meals with a pained expression, a faint smile flickered in Song Qingyi’s eyes.

The strange tension between them seemed to vanish, and Chu Ling felt their interactions had returned to how they used to be, occasionally even exchanging lighthearted jokes, though she had to be careful with the boundaries.

This, at least, eased her mind. She no longer had to tread on eggshells constantly. Song Qingyi was too hard to read, and Chu Ling didn’t want to overthink things. Maintaining the current state was more than enough.

Chu Ling knew herself, she feared change deep down. Unless absolutely necessary, she could remain in one state indefinitely.

After transmigrating into this world, it had taken her a month to gradually adapt to this unfamiliar life and find a way to blend in.

Once accustomed, she no longer wanted anything to change.

She couldn’t quite explain this mentality, but it made her stand out compared to those around her.

Now, however, Chu Ling eagerly anticipated the banquet, it meant bidding farewell to her bland, liquid-based existence!

Freedom at last!

“Speaking of which, I forgot to ask whose family is hosting this banquet?”

As Song Qingyi pulled Chu Ling along to pick out an evening gown in preparation for the banquet, the question suddenly occurred to her, and she casually asked it aloud.

Song Qingyi’s expression remained indifferent as she dropped a bombshell.

“My mother.”

Chu Ling: “?”

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