After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 44.1

Chu Ling carefully recalled the scene from earlier, but her memory held no trace of anything unusual.

Her attention had been entirely focused on the sight of the dog herding sheep at the time, so she genuinely hadn’t noticed when Song Qingyi had wandered into the frame.

What should she do now? Surely no one had noticed yet?

But it was hard to say modern netizens had eyes like microscopes. There was no guarantee they wouldn’t spot it.

Still, Song Qingyi’s figure had only flashed by briefly. Unless someone was looking closely or was very familiar with her, they probably wouldn’t recognize her.

Normally, when she first woke up, Chu Ling needed a moment to fully clear her head. But now? Her mind was buzzing with this sudden complication, leaving her wide awake, all traces of drowsiness completely gone.

She wasn’t sure whether to delete the video. Deep down, she didn’t want to, but…

Maybe she should just ask Song Qingyi.

After all, she was involved too. If Song Qingyi minded, then Chu Ling would delete it.

Once she made up her mind, she stopped agonizing over it and decided to wait until Song Qingyi returned to ask her.

But just before seven, Song Qingyi suddenly sent a message saying she still had work to finish and told Chu Ling to eat first. She had already ordered food, which should arrive soon just wait for the delivery.

Chu Ling was deeply moved.

[Ling Ling Qi: Thank you for the meal, oh great one! (Heart)]

[Song Qingyi: Mhm.]

After expressing her gratitude, Chu Ling put away her phone, sighing inwardly about how wonderful Song Qingyi was.

Of course, there was also the possibility that Song Qingyi was just worried she’d order takeout again and end up in the hospital.

If that were the case… well, that’d be a little awkward.

Did that mean, in Song Qingyi’s eyes, she was the type of person who’d risk hospitalization just for a bite of food?

Chu Ling: “…”

Ah, well. Judging by how Song Qingyi had stopped her from eating street food before, that impression probably wasn’t going away anytime soon.

But it didn’t matter Song Qingyi’s ordered meal arrived quickly.

When Chu Ling picked it up, she even wondered if it was a mistake. Spread out on the table were three dishes and a soup!

Though it looked like a lot, each portion was just the right size. Most importantly, everything was delicious. Before she knew it, Chu Ling had eaten until she was stuffed.

After finishing and cleaning up, she searched the apartment for digestive tablets her stomach was so uncomfortably full that she couldn’t just wait for it to settle on its own!

As she concentrated on recalling where the first-aid kit was usually kept, a sudden clap of thunder outside startled her.

“Is it going to rain?” she muttered.

Come to think of it, she remembered that cooler weather usually arrived after long holidays. But judging by the current situation, this rain might bring an early chill.

After finding the digestive tablets, she popped two into her mouth and wandered over to the window to peer outside.

The sky was already completely dark, making the occasional flashes of lightning starkly vivid.

Each flash was followed by a booming thunderclap, loud enough to be genuinely frightening.

In just that short span of time, the sound of rain pattering against the window intensified, quickly forming a dense curtain of water.

It was pouring now.

At least the weather had been nice during their trip, they’d been pretty lucky.

With that thought, Chu Ling closed the window, then settled back with a cup of warm water, sipping it slowly.

The TV drama playing in the living room had initially only caught Chu Ling’s casual interest, but soon she found herself hooked, watching episode after episode amidst the sudden downpour outside.

Until a sound at the door made her glance over.

She saw Song Qingyi standing at the entrance, her expression cool and composed, yet slightly disheveled, with a faint chill of rainwater clinging to her.

Chu Ling’s pupils instantly dilated in shock. “Holy! How did you get soaked? Didn’t you bring an umbrella?”

The moment the exclamation left her lips, Chu Ling abruptly realized something was off.

That morning, Song Qingyi had left for the office without changing, still wearing a dress. The fabric was light and sheer, and now, drenched by the rain, it clung tightly to her body.

Wet clothes, seduction.

Okay, stop right there!

Chu Ling didn’t dare look any longer. Coughing awkwardly, she averted her gaze, shouting, “Hold on a sec!” before dashing into the bathroom to grab a towel and wrapping Song Qingyi up in it from head to toe.

With utmost seriousness and conviction, she declared, “Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything! You should go take a hot shower right away, or you’ll catch a cold!”

Song Qingyi: “…”

Just how did Chu Ling’s thought process work?

Song Qingyi could never quite understand why Chu Ling always managed to react in ways she never anticipated.

Truthfully, getting caught in the rain had been an accident, the storm had come too suddenly.

On her way back, Song Qingyi had remembered the venue her secretary had mentioned and decided to swing by for a quick look. Who knew the skies would open up like that?

Though it was an accident, she did have spare clothes in the car. But…

She had deliberately chosen not to change, wanting to see how Chu Ling would react.

She admitted she’d had some ulterior motives, but all of them deflated like a punctured balloon the moment she witnessed Chu Ling’s response.

Song Qingyi fell silent.

Meanwhile, after bundling Song Qingyi up in the towel, Chu Ling suddenly remembered a critical issue.

“Ah! Your hand! The doctor said it can’t get wet! Oh no, oh no!”

She frantically rushed off to fetch the first-aid kit, moving so fast that Song Qingyi didn’t even have time to speak.

Only when Chu Ling pulled her down to sit and began carefully inspecting her hand did Song Qingyi’s previously complicated mood inexplicably lift.

Though Chu Ling’s reaction wasn’t what she’d hoped for, she could tell Chu Ling was genuinely concerned about her.

After confirming the injury was fine, Chu Ling finally relaxed. “Thank goodness the bandage was thick. The wound luckily didn’t get wet.”

Pausing, she couldn’t help but ask, “But how did you even get caught in the rain? Didn’t you drive back?”

Song Qingyi replied calmly, “I stopped by to check out a venue on the way. The rain came too suddenly.”

Chu Ling hesitated. “Huh? But it was pouring, Why not just go another day?”

She abruptly cut herself off, quickly changing tack. “Ah, I see.”

Close call, she’d nearly started lecturing Song Qingyi!

Thankfully, she’d stopped in time. If Song Qingyi had gone today, it must’ve been work-related. Who was she to question it?

Swiftly rewrapping the bandage, Chu Ling looked up. “All done. The wound’s dry, and it’s healing well.”

“You should go shower now. Wearing wet clothes for too long is a sure way to catch a cold. With this rain, the temperature’s dropping feels like it’s getting colder already.”

She rambled on, but Song Qingyi listened attentively, giving a soft hum of acknowledgment.

Chu Ling scratched her cheek, realizing she had been rambling, but Song Qingyi didn’t say anything, so she let out a small sigh of relief and hesitantly asked, “Um, do you still need my help with your bath?”

Song Qingyi paused slightly before refusing, “No, I should be fine on my own.”

Chu Ling relaxed entirely, it wasn’t that she was unwilling to help, but it was just too much of a test for her.

And Song Qingyi was also recalling the last time Chu Ling had assisted her.

It had been far too testing for her self-control. Better to just forget about it.

For once, the two of them were in perfect agreement.

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