My Gorgeous Wife Relies on Her Beauty to Commit Crimes - Chapter 11

“The patient fainted due to low blood sugar.”

After the hospital examination, the diagnosis was confirmed, and Xie Jing was given a glucose infusion.

Shen Jin had the housekeeper handle the hospitalization procedures while she watched over Xie Jing.

Xie Jing’s pale face unsettled her.

Didn’t she have lunch with Shen Tuo at Old Guan’s place? How could she still have low blood sugar?

She leaned over to tuck Xie Jing in properly, sighing as she straightened up.

How could someone this old still not know how to take care of herself? How had she even survived abroad all these years?

The housekeeper returned after completing the hospital formalities and whispered, “Boss, I can take over. You should go home and rest early.”

Shen Jin shook her head and instructed, “Go buy some light food and leave it here. I’ll stay and watch over her.”

Knowing her boss’s decisions were non-negotiable, the housekeeper softly agreed and withdrew.

Shen Jin pulled a chair to the bedside and glanced at her phone. Lan Yiqing had sent several messages, asking why she had left so abruptly.

Shen Jin replied: Family matters. Sorry. I’ll treat you to drinks next time.

Lan Yiqing responded quickly: No need! Just take care of what you need to. Between us, do you even have to apologize? Haven’t I stood you up before too?

A faint smile touched Shen Jin’s lips as she saw another message from her friend.

Lan Yiqing: Our photography exhibition is in two weeks. Want to come check it out?

After a moment’s thought, Shen Jin replied with an agreement.

Just then, the person on the hospital bed stirred, murmuring incoherently. Shen Jin looked up to see Xie Jing’s eyes darting restlessly beneath her eyelids, as if trapped in a nightmare.

She set her phone aside and reached out, gently patting Xie Jing’s chest over the blanket.

After a while, Xie Jing seemed to settle. Just as Shen Jin was about to withdraw her hand, Xie Jing slowly opened her eyes and grasped it.

Her amber-like irises appeared even lighter under the hospital’s fluorescent lights, as if she hadn’t fully regained her senses. It took her a long moment before she turned her head toward the bedside.

“Elder Sister?”

Shen Jin explained, “You fainted. I brought you to the hospital.”

Xie Jing glanced around and nodded slightly.

Shen Jin said, “Can I have my hand back now?”

Xie Jing blinked, only then realizing she was still holding Shen Jin’s hand.

She let go, and Shen Jin asked, “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”

She was, in fact, quite hungry. Xie Jing nodded. Seeing that her IV drip wasn’t finished yet, Shen Jin raised the head of the bed, set up the tray table, and arranged the food on it.

Xie Jing lowered her head to sip the porridge. The food was still warm, she had woken just in time. Shen Jin sat by the bed, silently debating how to broach the conversation.

Should she ask why she hadn’t eaten? Did she even know she had low blood sugar?

After a few sips, Xie Jing spoke up. “Thank you.”

Shen Jin lifted her gaze. Xie Jing met her eyes briefly before looking away and continuing to eat.

“Did you not eat enough at Old Guan’s place at noon?” Shen Jin finally asked.

Xie Jing murmured, “I was nervous. Didn’t dare eat much.”

Shen Jin sighed inwardly. “And in the evening?”

“Argued with Shen Tuo. Didn’t eat.”

So she hadn’t eaten all day, no wonder she had fainted.

Shen Jin studied her slender arms, so thin they looked like they might snap in a breeze.

Unable to help herself, she nudged the dishes closer to Xie Jing’s bowl. “Eat more.”

Xie Jing gave a soft acknowledgment but set down her chopsticks after finishing half the bowl. The IV drip was done, so Shen Jin pressed the call button for the nurse to remove the needle.

Hypoglycemic reactions come on quickly and fade just as fast. Xie Jing could be discharged after finishing her IV drip. Fortunately, Shen Jin had noticed in time, preventing any serious issues.

The two stood outside the hospital waiting for the car Shen Jin had called for.

Xie Jing coughed occasionally, as if chilled by the cold. She was still wearing the hospital gown, which the housekeeper had helped her change into.

Shen Jin glanced at her a few times. Xie Jing coughed softly again, her slender shoulders swallowed by the oversized hospital gown, leaving gaps where the wind could slip through. Shen Jin took a step forward, positioning herself in front of Xie Jing to block the biting northern wind.

Xie Jing lowered the hand she had used to cover her mouth while coughing, a faint smile appearing on her cheeks.

Her strategy of retreating to advance seemed to be working.

The driver arrived quickly, picking them up to return home. The night was already deep, the streets nearly empty, with only a few late-night diners still open, sparsely populated by those eating supper.

The car was quiet, occasionally punctuated by Xie Jing’s coughs.

Each time, Shen Jin couldn’t help but look at her.

Xie Jing’s thin back leaned against the car seat, her body curled sideways into a ball, clearly uncomfortable, as if suffering from the cold, her arms crossed tightly around herself.

Shen Jin quietly reminded the driver, “It’s a bit cold in here.”

The driver turned up the heat. Shen Jin noticed Xie Jing seemed to feel better, her arms loosening slightly.

By the time they arrived home, it was already midnight.

Xie Jing’s room was still flooded and hadn’t been cleaned up yet. The housekeeper had arranged a guest room for her downstairs. The two parted ways there Shen Jin went upstairs, while Xie Jing stood alone downstairs, her figure looking solitary.

Shen Jin still had work the next day. After a night of exhaustion, she was utterly drained. Just as she changed into her pajamas, there was a knock at her door.

Her hand paused mid-motion as she hesitated, glancing toward the door.

Xie Jing’s voice came from outside: “Sister, can I talk to you? I can’t sleep.”

Sleep was out of the question now.

Shen Jin thought about what had happened earlier and wasn’t keen on opening the door. But she also felt the girl might need comfort after all, people were fragile when sick so she went to open it.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Jin asked, standing at the doorway.

Xie Jing wore thin sleepwear, the V-neck revealing a stretch of fair skin. She looked at Shen Jin and said, “Can I come in? It’s not convenient to talk out here.”

Shen Jin hesitated. Xie Jing smiled, lips curving. “Sister, are you afraid I’ll eat you?”

Only then did Shen Jin step aside.

Xie Jing’s lips curled further, her eyes filled with amusement.

Reverse psychology never got old, it was all about whether it worked or not.

Xie Jing brushed past Shen Jin, who caught a glimpse of her sharply defined collarbones from the side.

Shen Jin closed the door, catching a faint, unfamiliar fragrance in the air something that didn’t belong to her room.

Immediately sensing trouble, she reached for the doorknob to open it again, but Xie Jing’s voice came from behind: “Shen Tuo’s great-grandfather really dislikes me.”

Shen Jin frowned, releasing the handle and turning back to face the room. Xie Jing was now sitting on her bed.

The gesture was far too intimate. Shen Jin never overestimated herself, she wasn’t naive, having had her own share of bedmates. But Xie Jing carried different memories, making her an exception.

Xie Jing continued, “Grandfather prefers Luo Hong. He wants Shen Tuo to marry her.”

“You think the same way, don’t you?” Xie Jing looked at Shen Jin.

Shen Jin pressed her lips together before finally asking, “What do you like about Shen Tuo?”

Xie Jing’s almond-shaped eyes lifted slightly, her amber-like gaze devoid of emotion as she replied coolly, “I don’t like Shen Tuo.”

Shen Jin was taken aback.

Xie Jing chuckled softly, “You all say Shen Tuo isn’t suitable, but he’s the only one who wants to marry me.”

“Sister, I want to have a home. Can you give me one?”

“If you can’t, then I’ll go ask Shen Tuo for it.”

This was too insane. Shen Jin couldn’t understand why someone would so easily enter a relationship for such reasons.

You can date countless people, but marriage should be taken seriously.

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