Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 20

In a certain country north of the Tropic of Cancer.

Ji Changyi was wearing a classic plaid belted shirt, her deep chestnut-colored long hair loosely pinned up, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead, adding a touch of casual ease.

She held a cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of documents in the other, her gaze fixed on the lines of text on the title page. These medical records were like a death warrant, and she had to treat them with the utmost seriousness.

“Knock, knock, knock…” The knocking came with a polite rhythm. Ji Changyi, without lifting her head, parted her lips: “Please come in.”

Her assistant walked in briskly on high heels, holding a thick stack of letters.

Putting down her cup, she said calmly and playfully: “Cathy, calm down… What’s got you so flustered?”

The assistant, Cathy, was a typical blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman.

Her body language was very expressive. She spread out the letters one by one, shaking her head and gesturing as she explained in somewhat clumsy Chinese: “Dr. J, I think you should look at these consultation requests instead of leaving them in the corner.”

Ji Changyi smiled sweetly and responded politely: “Thank you for the kind reminder, I will look at them.”

Suddenly remembering something, she instructed: “Oh, and I need to go back to the country for a few days. Once I’ve set the date, please book a flight for me.”

“Jesus! The clinic is busy enough, and you’re just leaving? What about the follow-up patients?”

Cathy pushed the stack of consultation letters towards Ji Changyi, complaining before hurrying out.

Ji Changyi casually picked up a letter and leaned lazily back in her swivel chair.

With a sudden impulse, she pushed her heel against the floor and slid backward. The chair moved with the momentum toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

This city clearly didn’t have towering skyscrapers piled on top of each other, but for some reason, everywhere there was a palpable sense of the dead silence of a concrete jungle. Ji Changyi looked up, trying to see the sun hanging high in the sky, but the light easily stung her eyes.

Holding the letter up next to the sun, perhaps the thing that could scorch her eyes wasn’t the one hanging in the galaxy.

She was never stingy with her smile, but the beautiful curve of her lips slowly faded away with the bright sunlight: “The weather in Rheinz is so good today. I wonder how you are doing in Xuan City.”

…

Ling Xi felt a fatigue she had never experienced before, and this exhaustion wasn’t due to having taught a class.

She didn’t know why, but her mind was filled with Qiao Bo’er’s sarcastic face. It was just an ice cream cone, was it worth getting that angry?

It truly confirmed the maxim that the richer one is, the stingier one becomes.

Feeling disgruntled, Ling Xi subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, abandoning the thought of going to the coffee shop, and was convinced that lying flat at home was the best choice.

Back home, she tossed her crossbody bag aside and dove onto the soft sofa, burying her head to play dead.

In a way, ever since Qiao Bo’er appeared, Ling Xi’s carefully built world of comfort was gradually collapsing. Otherwise, why was her feeling of uneasiness increasing day by day?

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, she thought about having to face that crazy woman first thing in the morning. She abruptly sat up, messing up her hair: “Argh, this is so annoying!”

…

Ji Changyi’s medicine was very effective, and the effects came quickly. The bitterness in her throat still lingered, but Qiao Bo’er finally recovered.

Dialing Chu Xi’s number to cancel the trip back to the company, she started the engine with a low mood.

Qiao Bo’er drove slowly along the way, as if dissipating the sudden outbreak of her illness.

Finally, the car drove into Yu Jing Li Cheng.

In the shared parking garage of the two buildings, Qiao Bo’er saw that familiar Beetle car. She tapped the brakes and slowed down.

After careful consideration, this arrogant, petty, and stubborn boss surprisingly compromised. She found a spot to park the car where Ling Xi wouldn’t see it.

The crisp sound of high heels echoed in the parking garage, but Qiao Bo’er didn’t head toward her own unit building. Instead, she walked into the other elevator entrance with a document, looking imposing.

Out of the elevator, Qiao Bo’er was familiar with Ling Xi’s home. Which building, which floor, and which apartment number seemed to have been engraved in her memory.

Ling Xi was contemplating what to eat for dinner when the doorbell rang incessantly with an impatient urgency, like the Grim Reaper coming to claim a soul.

She walked to the door, hugging a pillow, thinking Su Yunjin was busy, so maybe it was Xiao Mo coming to find a dinner companion.

No, wait, how would he know she skipped work today?

With a query in mind, Ling Xi lazily opened the door.

She saw Qiao Bo’er leaning against the door frame with one hand, staring at the pillow in Ling Xi’s arms. She raised an eyebrow and curved her lips into a subtle, mischievous smile: “Serving your creditor and sleeping to pay off your debt—that’s a rather novel idea.”

Oh my goodness! How did this haunting woman find her way here?

Just over an hour ago, she was furious, so why the sudden change of face now? Did she change faces just for fun?

Ling Xi gripped the doorknob vigilantly, blocking the entrance and not giving her a pleasant look: “What are you doing here?”

“Collecting a debt.”

“Weren’t you very angry just now? You’re so idle and bored, coming here to invite trouble again… Wait! How do you know my address?” Ling Xi raised her voice in disbelief.

Qiao Bo’er snorted: “Heh, forget where you live, I even know when you chipped your front tooth. Checking your information is easier than eating.”

Ling Xi’s figure was slender, and she was half a head shorter than Qiao Bo’er. Dressed in loose-fitting pajamas, she looked like a small, malnourished bean sprout.

Qiao Bo’er gently pushed her hand, and Ling Xi stumbled back two steps, seemingly weak and fragile, naturally clearing the way for her to enter.

Skipping the step of taking off her high heels, Qiao Bo’er surveyed the furnishings in the room and walked straight to the living room sofa to sit down: “My lawyer drafted this document and I kept forgetting to give it to you. We’ve had one conflict after another, it’s time to settle the score, isn’t it?”

“Who let you in? Get out,” Ling Xi tried to shoo her away by waving the pillow, but her yelling was useless because the woman was completely unmoved.

“Don’t you want to look at this document?”

Having had the experience of being destructively harassed for the first time, Ling Xi chose the farthest corner of the sofa to sit down and refused very straightforwardly: “No, I won’t look. Get out quickly!”

“You don’t have to sign a service contract, and you don’t have to pay $3.5 million. It’s such a good deal… Are you sure you don’t want to look?” Qiao Bo’er made a motion as if to tear the document.

When Ling Xi heard she wouldn’t have to pay, she immediately threw the pillow to interrupt her action, her tone still haughty: “Then I’ll reluctantly take a look.”

“Sign it if you think there’s no problem.” Qiao Bo’er placed the fountain pen she carried with her on the table. This small gesture immediately caught Ling Xi’s attention.

“Wait for me a moment!”

Based on her ingrained love for all kinds of treasured collectibles, Ling Xi suddenly got up and rushed into the bathroom. After tinkering for a while, she returned to the living room.

This solemn ritual of bathing and burning incense was truly unlike what a lazy bum could perform, and the whole operation left Qiao Bo’er feeling puzzled.

Ling Xi smoothed her hair, which was not completely dry, and sat down gingerly, shuffling closer to her.

Qiao Bo’er only found Ling Xi amusing. She was almost 30, yet she exuded a childlike cuteness all over, constantly oscillating between putting on a sour face and being a good girl.

She deliberately picked up the fountain pen and shook it, tempting her: “Are you very interested in it?”

Ling Xi temporarily set aside her prejudice and dissatisfaction with Qiao Bo’er, no longer debating whether the ice cream cone or the milk tea was more important. She sat properly and nodded honestly: “Yes!”

“Take it and look.”

Ling Xi hadn’t expected this woman to be so generous, readily offering the ‘walking mansion’ for observation.

Tsk, then why did she get so ridiculously angry over an ice cream cone?

She definitely has some major mental disorder!

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