Forced to Become the Female Lead's Beloved Wife [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19

The Spring Festival had just passed, and as the long holiday ended, the company gradually returned to its normal routine. Li Wancheng had just flown back from abroad and was still adjusting to the time difference.

“Host, Wen Yige seems to have fallen.”

The woman on the bed’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. After a moment, she sighed, as if resigned.

Following the sound of dripping water from the bathroom, she found the door unlocked and pushed it open.

The entire bathroom was shrouded in a hazy mist, with hot water splashing onto the floor and pooling into small puddles. The hems of her pants inevitably got damp.

Through the swirling steam, Wen Yige sat naked on the tiled floor, surrounded by scattered bottles and jars. She seemed startled by Li Wancheng’s entrance, her eyes trembling slightly.

“How did you wake up?”

Water streamed down her delicate curves, her wet black hair clinging to her spine like a transparent gem from the depths of a river, radiating a fragile, crystalline beauty that was breathtaking.

But in this situation, Li Wancheng had no time to appreciate the sight.

“You fell and didn’t call for me?” Li Wancheng leaned over and turned off the faucet, her voice tinged with anger yet betraying an undeniable concern.

If I hadn’t come, would she have just stayed sitting on the floor like that?

Wen Yige’s breathing was rapid, her face pale as she leaned weakly against Li Wancheng. Her voice was unusually frail as she murmured, “I think I stayed in the shower too long. I feel a little dizzy.”

As soon as the hot water stopped, a cold draft clung to her skin, making her shiver involuntarily.

“Next time you feel unwell, remember to call me right away,” Li Wancheng said, wrapping her tightly in a nearby bath towel. She then slipped her arm under Wen Yige’s knees and lifted her into a horizontal carry.

After the New Year holiday, the woman in her arms hadn’t gained weight; in fact, she seemed to have lost some. She felt lighter than Li Wancheng had expected.

“A-Cheng,” Wen Yige said, sensing her displeasure. She reached out, hooked her fingers around Li Wancheng’s, and admitted softly, “I was wrong. I won’t stay in the shower so long again.”

The bedroom was warm and cozy with the air conditioning on. Li Wancheng set her down on the bed and fetched the hairdryer to dry her hair. Though her tone still carried a hint of annoyance, her movements were exceptionally gentle.

“I’ll get the medicated oil. Sit tight and don’t move.”

When she had carried Wen Yige, Li Wancheng had noticed a bruise on her calf—likely from the fall. If she hadn’t spotted it, Wen Yige would probably have endured the pain in silence.

“Tell me beforehand when you’re going to shower,” Li Wancheng said, crouching down and gently lifting Wen Yige’s ankle to apply the medicine.

Thank goodness the System had alerted her in time. What if something had happened while Wen Yige was in there?

Li Wancheng’s lips pressed into a cold, sharp line, afraid to dwell on the thought.

After a moment, Wen Yige softly replied, “Okay,” her lowered gaze concealing her emotions.

Now, even something as simple as taking a shower required someone to care for her.

Li Wancheng, still exhausted from her travels, was now running around tending to Wen Yige. She had hoped to avoid burdening her, but instead, she had only added to her troubles.

Wen Yige’s fingertips curled slightly, a bitter ache rising in her heart. Her frail body had already caused Li Wancheng too much trouble; she didn’t want every little thing to be like this.

Li Wancheng couldn’t read Wen Yige’s thoughts. Her eyes remained lowered, her palm loosely circling the woman’s ankle. Perhaps because the skin was thin, or perhaps because Wen Yige was too slender, the protruding anklebone stretched the skin until it appeared slightly bluish.

After rubbing the medicine in, Li Wancheng’s gaze drifted to the redness and swelling on Wen Yige’s toes, and her brow furrowed slightly.

It was already spring, so why hadn’t these frostbite sores healed yet?

Li Wancheng, a meticulous person who couldn’t tolerate feeling sticky, resorted to wiping herself down with a damp towel. But there were always spots she couldn’t reach, naturally leading her to rely on Wen Yige for help.

After years apart and their recent intimacy, neither woman could remain detached. The simple act of wiping her down gradually transformed into something more.

After a night of passion, Wen Yige tenderly kissed the nape of Li Wancheng’s sweaty neck, her hand resting lightly on her waist as she massaged her.

To avoid putting pressure on the wound, Li Wancheng couldn’t lie down, inadvertently indulging Wen Yige’s peculiar preference. For days, she had been pressed into a series of novel positions, the memory of which still made her blush.

On the weekend, Wen Yige accompanied her to the hospital to have the stitches removed, where they happened to run into Liu Liang during his rounds.

Liu Liang put down his pen and raised a hand to stop her. “Hey, Yige, about that medicine…”

Wen Yige swiftly cut him off, lifting her hand, which was intertwined with Li Wancheng’s, and gave it a gentle shake. “I’ll come get it later. I’m taking my girlfriend to have her stitches removed first.”

Seeing the woman beside her, Liu Liang stopped speaking and turned to Li Wancheng, nodding with a slight smile.

As the man walked away, Li Wancheng turned to Wen Yige and asked, “What medicine? Is it urgent?”

“No, I just forgot to pick it up,” Wen Yige replied casually, pulling her toward the suture removal area.

Removing the stitches was much quicker than putting them in. While Wen Yige went to the pharmacy for her medicine, Li Wancheng followed the signs to Liu Liang’s office.

Wen Yige had clearly been avoiding the topic earlier. Under normal circumstances, she would never interrupt someone mid-sentence like that.

Li Wancheng glanced at the “Cardiology” sign on the wall and sighed softly.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Wen Yige was hiding something from her.

“Hello, Dr. Liu. I’d like to ask about Yige’s current health condition.”

Out of respect for patient confidentiality, Liu Liang didn’t answer directly.

Seeing his silence, Li Wancheng continued, “She hasn’t been eating well lately and often complains of dizziness and chest tightness. I’m worried.”

After all, they were lovers who spent every day together. She could hide it for a while, but not forever.

Liu Liang stared at her for a long moment before sighing slowly. “She came for a checkup last month. The situation isn’t very optimistic.”

Li Wancheng’s heart sank.

He paused briefly before adding, “For now, I can only recommend conservative treatment.”

Li Wancheng’s breath caught. “What do you mean… ‘only conservative treatment’?”

“Her condition was discovered late, and the defect wasn’t closed in time. Now, with the added complication of pulmonary hypertension, surgery carries a significantly higher risk.”

It was clear Liu Liang was also struggling to deliver this news. After all, he had practically watched Wen Yige grow up. Five years ago, he had witnessed her say goodbye to her mother, and now he had to watch her suffer through this illness.

The atmosphere grew heavy. Li Wancheng pressed her lips together tightly, feeling as helpless as if she were sinking in quicksand. Her thoughts tangled into an incoherent mess.

Her throat felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making each breath a struggle. Her voice came out hoarse. “Then… if she doesn’t have surgery, how much time does she have left?”

The room fell deathly silent, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock—each tick like the final countdown before a verdict was delivered.

A few fallen leaves drifted past the window, lingered briefly, then were ruthlessly swept away by the next gust of wind, leaving only a broken fragment wedged precariously in the window seam.

Liu Liang’s answer seemed to drift in from a distant place, dissipating before she could grasp it.