Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 49

“Go sit on the sofa and wait for me, I’m going to get the hairdryer.”

Qiao Bo’er announced and walked into the rest room. The bag Ling Xi had left on the bed instinctively caught her eye.

The hospital name printed on the bag made Qiao Bo’er subconsciously want to open it and see what medicine was inside.

When those familiar medicine names appeared in her sight, Qiao Bo’er’s lips slightly trembled.

Resisting the urge to ask for details, she put the pill boxes back into the bag, trying to keep her mind calm.

However, in this brief moment, Ling Xi had restlessly walked to the door.

Seeing Qiao Bo’er standing frozen by the bed, her gaze fixed on the medication, Ling Xi wanted to say something.

There was no need to deceive; perhaps if she revealed the truth of her illness, this woman would back off.

“I went to the hospital for a follow-up today, those are the pills the doctor prescribed for me.”

Ling Xi’s voice came from behind, but the one startled was Qiao Bo’er. She twisted her fingers, trying to pretend she didn’t understand, but her sympathetic eyes betrayed her. In fact, she knew what those medications meant better than anyone.

Ling Xi didn’t want the atmosphere to be so awkward. She scratched her neck and tried to explain: “Actually, I have severe depression, but I’m much better now. The doctor even said my condition was good today.

I often have nightmares and insomnia, right? The doctor said that was because I stopped taking my medicine randomly, it’s not a big problem. Look at me now, I joke and squabble with you every day, do I look like a sick person?

I think I’m almost completely better! Oh, don’t look so miserable, it’s not you who’s sick… Huh? Are you looking down on me because I’m ill?”

The little lazy cat’s deliberate attempt at nonchalance made one feel a painful sense of wanting to fiercely care for her.

In Qiao Bo’er’s eyes, this feeling intensified. She endured the difficulty of her heartache, her nose stinging with emotion.

Rushing to Ling Xi’s side, Qiao Bo’er wanted to shield her from all the anxiety and trouble: “Weren’t you blaming me for being crazy? You’re sick, I’m sick, how perfect, we’re simply a match made in heaven.”

“Ew! Who wants to be a match made in heaven with you!” Ling Xi verbally scorned her, but she hadn’t expected the woman in front of her to be so accepting, which made her feel inexplicably happy.

Qiao Bo’er turned and walked into the bathroom to get the hairdryer, commanding: “Sit down, I’ll dry your hair for you.”

“I can do it myself.”

“Sit down.”

Intimidated by Qiao Bo’er, Ling Xi immediately sat down on the edge of the bed without moving.

Accompanied by the gentle warm breeze, Qiao Bo’er tenderly stroked Ling Xi’s hair.

The fine, soft texture felt very comfortable, so much so that Qiao Bo’er lifted a lock to her nose and sniffed. It was milky sweet, Ling Xi’s unique scent—childish yet adorable.

The little rascal was usually very rowdy, but now she sat quietly, like a lazy cat allowing herself to be handled.

Qiao Bo’er couldn’t help but smile as she thought about the future, a future where every meal, every sunset, included Ling Xi.

In a plain, simple life, they would build a small house in the mountains, where they could fish and grow flowers and plants. They would eat home-grown vegetables, drink mountain spring water, and raise some chickens and geese, letting the little rascal collect the eggs every day.

Even if you were terminally ill, I would love you until death do us part and take good care of you. This was Qiao Bo’er’s heartfelt expectation and hope.

Ling Xi rubbed her ear, suddenly asking confusedly: “Qiao Bo’er, why are you so good to me?”

“Because you are good, that’s why I am good to you.”

Ling Xi turned her head and gave Qiao Bo’er a side-eye: “What a ridiculous answer.”

“No matter how many times you ask, my standard answer will always be that sentence.”

“Your way of thinking is so strange!”

“It doesn’t matter, you just don’t understand yet, and I don’t blame you.” Ling Xi naturally didn’t understand Qiao Bo’er’s meaningful words.

Finally, the hair was dry. Qiao Bo’er was putting away the hairdryer when Ling Xi flopped onto the bed: “Your bed is so soft!”

“If you’re tired, sleep for a while.”

“No way, I’m afraid you’ll have evil intentions towards me!”

“That’s a very estranged thing to say. It’s not like we haven’t slept together, and besides, who was the one who was handsy last time?”

Maligned by Qiao Bo’er, Ling Xi could only pretend to be dead to cover her guilt. She covered her ears and shook her head, humming ‘don’t listen, don’t listen, the tortoise is chanting’.

Ling Xi began to roll around on the bed, constantly muttering about how soft the big bed was.

Qiao Bo’er was the one who had descended on a colorful cloud, destined to rescue Ling Xi from the torments of the past.

At this moment, one was frolicking and playing; the other was smiling with indulgence.

How to make a sad thing less awful? The best way is to face it bravely.

“Get up.” Qiao Bo’er leaned over, grabbed Ling Xi’s hand, interlocked their fingers, and led her to the bedside table.

Ling Xi was increasingly getting used to Qiao Bo’er’s overly intimate gestures and was too lazy to pull her hand away, allowing the woman to lead her. She seemed to be lingering over something.

Qiao Bo’er took an unopened pill dispenser box from the drawer. It was a long row with twenty compartments. She picked up the box and happily shook it at Ling Xi: “Since you don’t want to rest, why don’t we sort the pills together, alright?”

Ling Xi was very surprised. This woman was like a life-sized DoraeSEXmon; how could she conjure up anything?

Thinking back, it seemed no one had ever accompanied her in such a boring task. Ling Xi smiled foolishly, a little shy: “Okay.”

They sat shoulder to shoulder on the edge of the bed. Ling Xi was looking at Dr. Bai’s medication instructions, but after looking for a long time, she still didn’t understand when to take which pill.

Qiao Bo’er saw her clumsy attempts, so she took the sheet and studied it carefully. As expected of a sophisticated executive of a large corporation, she glanced at it once and began instructing Ling Xi to sort the pills into the compartments.

Ling Xi didn’t realize it, but being with the person you like makes even the most tedious task full of great fun and meaning.

She obediently tucked her feet and placed the pills one by one into the box, then showed Qiao Bo’er that she hadn’t made a mistake, which was no different from a child seeking praise.

Qiao Bo’er’s eyes were full of care and affection. From time to time, she poked Ling Xi’s head to tease her: “You can’t stop taking your medicine randomly anymore.”

“Aiya, I know.” Ling Xi was still seriously sorting the pills when Qiao Bo’er suddenly called her name: “Ling Xi.”

“Hmm?”

“Just wanted to call your name.”

“Boring!”

“Ling Xi.”

“You call me but don’t say what you want, aren’t you annoying?”

“Can’t you just obediently answer me?”

“I won’t pay attention to you!”

“Ling Xi.”

“…” Ling Xi stopped responding. Qiao Bo’er asked, feeling a little lost: “Will taking these pills give you the ability to love?”

Ling Xi’s reaction was cute but also dangerous. She immediately stuffed the pills in her hand into her mouth. After swallowing them with difficulty, she smacked her lips and said something that would infuriate anyone: “I took the pills, see? I still haven’t fallen for you.”

Qiao Bo’er frantically took the pill box from Ling Xi’s hand to see which pill she had taken. Then, she angrily pinched Ling Xi’s face and scolded her: “Are you crazy! Do you just randomly eat pills like that?”

“Ouch! It hurts, it hurts!” Ling Xi winced in pain, batting Qiao Bo’er’s hand away, she angrily yelled: “I’m not as crazy as you are!”

The conversation ended abruptly on a sour note.

Qiao Bo’er scoffed coldly and left the rest room, leaving Ling Xi alone.

Ling Xi checked the time; it was still a while until dinner, but she refused to lose face and reconcile with Qiao Bo’er. So she flopped onto the bed, hugging a pillow and sulking.

After a moment of silence, the sound of high heels tapping drew closer to Ling Xi’s nerves, finally stopping by the bed.

Something with a clinking sound was placed on the bedside table. Ling Xi still had her head buried in the pillow, stubbornly ignoring it.

Until Qiao Bo’er’s footsteps gradually faded, finally becoming silent.

Ling Xi slowly lifted her head, glanced at the door, and then turned to the bedside table. A cup of cola with many ice cubes had a sticky note attached to it.

Ling Xi took a big gulp of the cola, let out a satisfying burp, and then tore off the sticky note. Written on it in Zhongshan seal script was the phrase: “Don’t be angry.”

The handwriting was truly ugly. It seemed Qiao student was usually negligent in practice!

Ling Xi unconsciously let out a chuckle but immediately covered her mouth, not wanting Qiao Bo’er to hear.

Qiao Bo’er leaned quietly against the corner outside the door, her expression full of helplessness. But when she heard Ling Xi’s muffled laugh, she also smiled knowingly.

My dear, making you happy is the simplest and yet most difficult of all romantic things.

…

Under the warm sunshine, the wind swept across the boundless green lawn, bringing a pleasant rustling sound.

In the manor’s sun pavilion, Qiao Di sat with his legs crossed leisurely. His slender legs, comparable to a male model’s, had pleasing lines. He was currently enjoying a relaxing afternoon tea.

Seemingly waiting for someone’s arrival, he quietly held a copy of the New Testament and read, occasionally stroking his beloved dog leaning against his chair.

His mood was quite pleasant, so the wait did not bore him to the point of irritation.

Soon, a house servant led a guest closer.

Qiao Di did not rise to greet her, but merely waved his hand, signaling the accompanying servant and bodyguard to step away first.

Putting down the Bible, he picked up the teapot and personally poured a cup for the guest, as a sincere expression of the host’s hospitality: “Need sugar?”

“No, thank you.”

The woman who answered had a soft voice and a graceful, composed demeanor. She was wearing a brightly colored floral maxi dress with a dark suit jacket draped over her shoulders. Half her face was concealed by sunglasses under an elaborate and delicate sunhat. Her beautiful face showed small dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled.

“Please sit.”

Only after receiving Qiao Di’s permission did the woman sit down in the carved wooden chair.

“Mr. Qiao specially invited me as a guest, surely it’s not just to let me sample a cup of premium Keemun black tea?”

Hearing the woman’s playful inquiry, Qiao Di grandly pushed the strategic cooperation agreement on the table toward her: “I suggest you look at this cooperation document first. This is a generous gift I specifically prepared for you.”

A generous gift? The expression on the woman’s face changed from confusion to suspicion. She cautiously picked up the document and read through it carefully.

Qiao Di rested his chin on one hand arrogantly, quietly waiting for the woman’s response.

After a long silence, a satisfied smile appeared on her face: “To give me such a generous gift, I presume Mr. Qiao’s intentions are not simple. I’d better hear what you want me to do first.”

“God said that if one desires blessings, one must first endure all suffering. I do have something to ask of you, and it is something only you can do.”

The woman took a small sip of tea. She looked up at the cross necklace on Qiao Di’s chest and the Bible on the table, noticing his theological language again.

The kind-looking, composed man in front of her made her sense an unreadable danger, but her expression remained calm: “Mr. Qiao, please tell me.”

“I heard that your company has been having some operational issues lately, and you’re also going through a divorce? I will take care of your husband’s matter for you. In return, I need you to make a trip to Xuancheng.”

Upon the mention of Xuancheng, the woman’s emotions finally shifted. Her expression froze, and then her brow furrowed. It seemed those two short words had touched a deep, soft spot within her heart.

The overly forceful placement of the teacup, making a clinking sound, easily betrayed her unease.

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