Help! Please Take the Heroine Away [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14

In the hospital.

Xie Mingyao watched as the nurse treated Ye Qingyu’s forehead wound, her emotions in turmoil. She never expected Ye Qingyu to step in front of her at that moment.

Seeing Ye Qingyu’s bloodied face, Xie Mingyao felt her hands and feet grow cold. She still remembered how, when she had been electrocuted before, the pain had been unbearable, and she had bitten Ye Qingyu’s hand until it bled. Yet now, despite the severe injury to Ye Qingyu’s head, she didn’t utter a single sound of pain.

Thinking of this, Xie Mingyao glanced at the gauze on the nearby tray. After hesitating for a moment, she placed it in front of Ye Qingyu and said softly, “Hey, if it hurts, bite down on this. Don’t try to act like some kind of ninja turtle!”

Though her words were harsh, her tone was noticeably gentler, a rare moment of this young lady softening her demeanor.

Ye Qingyu’s forehead throbbed with pain, beads of sweat forming, and her lips were bitten until they bled. She lifted her eyes, sweat trickling into them, stinging and burning. Through her blurred vision, she faintly caught the worry in Xie Mingyao’s gaze. After a long pause, she slowly shook her head but couldn’t manage a single word.

“Fine, suit yourself.” Seeing her goodwill rejected, Xie Mingyao pursed her lips and tossed the gauze back onto the tray, displeased.

The nurse worked efficiently, quickly dressing the wound, then reminded Xie Mingyao, “Make sure the wound doesn’t get wet. Also, this might leave a scar later. Oh, and go get a CT scan afterward to check for any complications.”

Xie Mingyao nodded, taking the form the nurse handed her, then turned to Ye Qingyu. “Shall we go?” After a pause, noticing Ye Qingyu’s pale, bloodless face as she lay weakly with her eyes closed on the chair, she added, “If you don’t have the strength, I’ll get a wheelchair. Since you saved me, I’ll do you this one favor.”

Ye Qingyu waved her hand, pushing herself up to stand. Xie Mingyao stayed close, keeping an eye on her condition.

This person was unbelievably strong clearly exhausted and drained of energy, yet she insisted on walking every step herself. Xie Mingyao couldn’t help but admire her inwardly, though she couldn’t show it due to her own persona.

After the CT scan, they expedited the results, which thankfully showed no serious issues, much to Xie Mingyao’s relief.

Ye Qingyu didn’t want to stay in the hospital. After some thought, Xie Mingyao said, “Your place isn’t livable today. You can stay at my place.”

Ye Qingyu lowered her head, looking at her old, cheap clothes and shoes. After a brief hesitation, she gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Xie Mingyao called her driver, who had gone with the police to give a statement. The matter was straightforward, so he was already on his way back.

About ten minutes later, the car arrived at the hospital entrance, and Ye Qingyu and Xie Mingyao got in to head back. On the way, Xie Mingyao called home, instructing the servants to prepare dinner and specifically requesting lighter, milder dishes.

Hearing that last part, Ye Qingyu couldn’t help but glance at Xie Mingyao.

Despite being proud and willful, she was like a warm sun, forcefully prying open a crack in Ye Qingyu’s world to let the light in.

After hanging up, Xie Mingyao looked at her suspiciously. “What are you staring at?”

“Nothing. Thank you,” Ye Qingyu murmured, her gaze lingering on Xie Mingyao’s radiant, captivating face under the car’s interior light, unable to look away.

Xie Mingyao felt a twinge of guilt after all, she was the one who should be saying thank you. But when it came to her romantic rival, her prideful heart simply couldn’t bring itself to relent.

After a long pause, her face flushed with suppressed emotion before she finally managed to utter haughtily, “You saved me, but I helped you before too. We’re even now.”

Ye Qingyu’s lashes lowered slightly, the corners of her lips curling as she gave a soft, acknowledging hum.

By the time they arrived home, dinner was already prepared.

A maid helped Xie Mingyao change out of her shoes before handing Ye Qingyu a pair of clean, brand-new slippers.

Ye Qingyu had worked as a tutor before, so she had been inside many wealthy homes. Yet, when she saw Xie Mingyao’s house, she still froze for a moment in surprise.

At a glance, the grand hall was the epitome of luxury, an intricate chandelier cast a soft glow, a beautiful spiral staircase wound upwards, and uniformed servants moved about so lightly their footsteps were nearly inaudible.

Ye Qingyu’s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched slightly. She couldn’t help but glance at Xie Mingyao, who had already slipped into her slippers and walked ahead.

Back at home, the girl seemed much more relaxed. She was still as charming as ever, but now with a hint of languid ease. Standing in such an extravagant villa, she seemed like someone who could only be admired from afar, untouchable.

After a few steps, Xie Mingyao realized she didn’t hear footsteps behind her. Irritated, she turned back and saw Ye Qingyu standing there dumbly, staring at her. “Hurry up already,” she urged. “I’m starving.”

With a soft snap, it was as if some invisible barrier shattered in Ye Qingyu’s ears. For some reason, her mood instantly lifted. A faint smile appeared on her fair, smooth face as she stepped forward to follow.

Xie Mingyao ate quickly, likely from hunger, yet she didn’t appear the least bit crude instead, she was elegant and adorable. Ye Qingyu, however, remained reserved, only eating the dishes directly in front of her.

Xie Mingyao didn’t notice this, but even if she had, she wouldn’t have said anything considerate.

After dinner, Xie Mingyao had a maid prepare a guest room for Ye Qingyu. Then, she spent a long time rummaging through her wardrobe before finally selecting an old, well-worn set of pajamas, one she had used many times, no longer liked, and had planned to throw away.

Carrying the pajamas, she went to Ye Qingyu’s guest room and pushed open the door, only to find the other girl already bent over her homework.

The soft glow of the desk lamp added a gentle warmth to Ye Qingyu’s focused expression. She was still wearing her school uniform, her head slightly lowered, strands of hair falling against her cool, pale cheeks and forehead, softening her otherwise aloof features.

Her slender, graceful fingers flipped through the textbook before neatly jotting down notes in the notebook below with a ballpoint pen.

The handwriting was bold and majestic.

They say handwriting reflects one’s character, no wonder she would later establish her own business empire.

Xie Mingyao sighed inwardly. Just then, Ye Qingyu looked up at her. Whether it was an illusion or not, Xie Mingyao felt that in that instant, Ye Qingyu’s gaze was incredibly soft.

“Is there something you need, Xie Mingyao?” Ye Qingyu’s lashes fluttered slightly, her voice gentle.

Xie Mingyao found it incredibly pleasing to the ear. Before, it had been crisp and cool, like a babbling brook but now, it was more like a slow, murmuring stream, utterly captivating.

Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, she handed over the old pajamas in her hand: “Here, my pajamas. Don’t say I mistreated you. After all, someone as poor as you can only afford hand-me-downs I no longer want.”

The pajamas were washed clean, carrying a faint scent of roses, somewhat similar to Xie Mingyao’s own fragrance likely from the laundry detergent.

Though claimed to be unwanted old clothes, they were practically new.

Ye Qingyu had long grown immune to Xie Mingyao’s sharp, unpleasant words. After all, during her school days, she had encountered far worse people who were not only vicious with their words but also silently sinister.

Someone like Xie Mingyao, whose mouth spoke harshly but whose actions betrayed kindness, was nothing in comparison. Her dark eyes met the radiant beauty across from her as she said, “Thank you.”

Xie Mingyao felt as though her punch had landed on cotton. Annoyed, she let out a displeased hum and turned to leave without another word. Her anger was written all over her, obvious at a glance.

Like a proud little white-furred kitten, she stepped lightly away, her every movement brimming with haughty grace.

After finishing her homework, Ye Qingyu reviewed the material for the next day’s classes, recited what she had learned that day, and checked the time. It was already very late, so she tidied her books, washed up, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

The mattress beneath her was soft, the quilt light and airy likely due to daily cleaning and sunning carrying the dry, comforting scent of sunlight. Lying there felt like resting on a cloud.

This was an experience Ye Qingyu had never known growing up. At home, her bed was a cold wooden plank with only a thin pad and a single quilt.

Her room faced away from the sun, so the bedding always carried a damp, chilly feel. When she first moved in, Ye Qingyu would occasionally take her blankets downstairs to air them out on weekends until one day, she witnessed someone doing something disgusting to the clothes and sheets hung out to dry. After that, she’d rather endure the damp cold than risk exposing her bedding to such filth again.

Before long, Ye Qingyu fell asleep. In her dream, Xie Mingyao appeared not her usual haughty self, but gentle, gazing at her with warmth, the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye strikingly beautiful.

She watched as Xie Mingyao’s full, rosy lips parted, though she couldn’t make out the words. But when she saw her own reflection in those mesmerizing eyes, she couldn’t help but step forward, asking what Xie Mingyao was saying, only to be pulled into a sudden embrace.

“Qingyu, I like you.”

The words had barely left Xie Mingyao’s lips when a shrill ringtone jolted Ye Qingyu awake. Her eyes flew open, and in the pale moonlight, she saw her phone screen light up, the alarm blaring alongside vibrations.

There was no time to dwell on the dream. Ye Qingyu’s expression shifted sharply as she grabbed the phone and answered. An urgent voice came through immediately: “Miss Ye? Your mother’s condition has taken a turn. She’s in surgery now, you need to come to the hospital right away. And bring some money if possible.”

For a moment, Ye Qingyu’s head spun, her breath catching. But within seconds, she steadied herself, replied that she was on her way, and bolted up to throw on her clothes before rushing out.

Panting by the time she reached the first floor, she paused at the doorway, staring into the endless night when suddenly, a thought struck her.

This place was far from her mother’s hospital, and it wasn’t convenient to hail a taxi either she would need the Xie family’s driver to take her there. Thinking this, Ye Qingyu turned back.

She remembered that the servants’ rooms were on the first floor, though she wasn’t sure which one. Hesitating for a few seconds, she suppressed her embarrassment and randomly knocked on one of the doors.

Before long, rustling sounds came from inside, followed by a drowsy servant opening the door. “Is something wrong, Miss Ye?”

After Xie Mingyao brought Ye Qingyu home, although there was no formal introduction, working in the Xie household required sharp eyes and quick wits. Word spread fast, and soon everyone knew Ye Qingyu’s name and identity.

The young mistress rarely brought classmates home she looked down on anyone from a lesser background with equal disdain. Ye Qingyu was the first she had ever brought back, so the servants naturally treated her with respect.

“I need to go to the hospital.”

The servant quickly arranged for a driver to take Ye Qingyu to the hospital. However, when it came time to pay the medical fees, the balance on her bank card wasn’t enough.

The driver who had accompanied Ye Qingyu, worried she might need assistance, had stayed close by. Hearing this, he hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to call the butler in private.

The call soon reached Xie Mingyao. Sitting up in confusion, she listened to the voice outside her door: “Young Mistress, should you go over there yourself, or…?”

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