Oops, I’m the Scumbag Ex in Her Storyline - Chapter 32.2

The car door closed, and the driver followed Xin Yan’s instructions, heading straight for the outskirts of the city.

Sitting in the back seat, Xin Yan clenched her fists silently.

She hadn’t noticed anything unusual on the surveillance cameras these past couple of days, but that didn’t mean Bei Lanlan was safe. The mere thought of how Lu Wanqiu was described in the book made Xin Yan feel she had to do something.

A classic yandere… and not just any, but an officially diagnosed one.

These types of characters might seem romanticized in overly poetic novels, but in reality, if you encounter someone like that, you should run—far and fast. Xin Yan couldn’t care less how tragic Lu Wanqiu’s past was or how broken her heart might be. What such a person needed was a doctor, not someone who would worsen her condition.

As long as Xin Yan was around, Lu Wanqiu would never get close to Bei Lanlan.

She wasn’t trying to be cruel—she just planned to visit the Convalescent Home and move Li Jingshu to a better room.

The original Xin Yan had dumped Li Jingshu there and never looked back. As long as the Convalescent Home kept her alive, that was enough.

But not all rooms were created equal. Li Jingshu was currently in the Convalescent Home’s most basic unit—a one-bedroom suite. It was only after Bei Lanlan walked out of that room that she caught the attention of Lu Wanqiu, who lived in a far more upscale room upstairs.

So, if Xin Yan simply moved Li Jingshu to a different building—or better yet, a different section—there would be no chance for their paths to cross again.

Why not transfer Li Jingshu to a different facility entirely? Xin Yan considered it, but after some research, she found that Yunshan Convalescent Home was actually the best in the area. The next one of equal caliber was over 600 kilometers away by the sea.

…

When they arrived, Xin Yan stepped out of the car and found herself wearing the same baffled expression as her driver, Xiao Zhang.

He stared at her in silence.

“What are you looking at?” she asked. “This is my first time here too.”

At reception, when the staff learned she was there to see Li Jingshu, they politely declined. “Mrs. Li has used up all her visitations for the week. For the sake of her recovery, we ask for your understanding.”

“I’m not here to visit her,” Xin Yan explained. “I’m here to upgrade her room. You guys must have presidential suites or something, right?”

The staff looked at her speechlessly.

Xiao Zhang gently reminded her, “Miss Xin, this isn’t the Ritz-Carlton…”

But surprisingly, it kind of was.

There were suites with river views, mountain views, and even private hot spring villas.

Money wasn’t an issue—Xin Yan pointed straight at the villa option. “I want this one.”

The staff searched for a while before apologizing. “I’m sorry, but all the villas are currently occupied.”

Xin Yan didn’t buy it. “They can’t all be full. I’m sure you keep one or two in reserve for VIPs. I’m Xin Yan. You can Google me.”

The staff smiled calmly. “On Wednesday, the wife of the German consulate’s chargé d’affaires was admitted for allergy treatment. She’s staying in one of our mountain view rooms.”

“…”

Xin Yan began to wonder if she was simply cursed when it came to foreigners.

If even the consulate’s wife couldn’t get a villa, her mother-in-law definitely wouldn’t stand a chance. After a pause, Xin Yan glanced at the brochure the staff handed her, and suddenly furrowed her brows. “Wait—you have a map?”

She brought her one.

Once she saw where the villas were located, Xin Yan breathed a sigh of relief. They were in the central area of the facility, along with the intensive care unit. Moving to a villa would make no difference at all. She needed something further.

“What’s the most remote, most deserted room you’ve got?” she asked.

The staff: “…”

Xiao Zhang: “…”

Half an hour later, having filled out the final paperwork, Xin Yan rose to her feet and followed the staff inside.

Li Jingshu still had no idea she was about to become neighbors with a consulate’s wife.

Xin Yan had upgraded her from a basic unit to a mountain-view suite with a terrace and a rooftop garden. After handing off the final transfer documents to a nurse, Xin Yan could go no farther—the patient areas were off-limits.

But through the glass, she could still see the figure moving inside.

Li Jingshu began packing as soon as the nurse explained the transfer. Xin Yan watched for a long time, but never caught a clear look at her face—so she still didn’t know whether she looked like Bei Lanlan.

Eventually, Li Jingshu turned and headed out. At that moment, she seemed to sense something, pausing to glance down the corridor. But all she saw was a tall, silent figure walking away.

“Was that Xin Yan?” she asked the nurse, uncertain. “Only she could’ve arranged something like this…”

The nurse shook her head. “I’m not sure. I didn’t get a good look.”

…

Down on the first floor, Xin Yan found a seat to wait for the move to finish before heading home. It was her first time in a facility like this, and now that she was really looking around, the place gave her an odd feeling.

From a passerby’s perspective, it might look sleek and luxurious, but once you looked past the high-end design, it was just another hospital.

The same sterile silence. The same lifeless air.

All the vitality was outside—in the flowers and the trees. Inside, both the patients and staff seemed too quiet. Even someone like Xin Yan, who usually loved peace and quiet, found the atmosphere suffocating.

She couldn’t help but think—it would be so much better if she could take Li Jingshu out of here altogether…

Lost in thought, she suddenly felt a tap on her knee. Looking down, she saw a little girl—no older than five or six—dressed in soft clothes and wearing toy fairy wings on her back.

She looked up at Xin Yan and held out a tiny hand. “I have mango juice made by a fairy. Do you want some?”

Xin Yan stared at the empty hand, blinked, and asked, “Does it have sugar? I like double sugar.”

The girl raised her other hand and pretended to pour into the imaginary cup. “There, double sugar.”

Xin Yan crouched down and, with great sincerity, said, “Thank you. I’ll drink it now.”

She mimed sipping the invisible drink and exaggerated her reaction. “Wow! That’s delicious! You’re the best fairy ever!”

The little girl giggled uncontrollably.

Just then, a nurse ran over, apologizing profusely before gently leading the girl back to her room.

Xin Yan watched them go, her smile slowly fading. Her gaze softened, tinged with melancholy.

No child should have to grow up in a place like this.

Someone called her name. Xin Yan turned to see the nurse returning. They walked outside together, Xin Yan listening carefully and nodding from time to time.

She never noticed the woman watching her from a window on the fourth floor.

Pale and fragile, the woman sat quietly in a wheelchair. She had been here so long her complexion had turned ghostly, yet her skin was smooth like a girl’s, untouched by the sun.

Long hair draped over her shoulders as she leaned against the window, blinking slowly. Only when someone reminded her that it was chilly did she sit up straight again.

“Miss Lu,” the nurse said, “you should go back and rest.”

Lu Wanqiu lowered her eyes, her gentle gaze hidden behind her lashes. She looked like a delicate porcelain doll—beautiful, but on the verge of shattering.

“Sorry for the trouble.”

The nurse, clearly moved, quickly said, “Not at all! It’s our honor to care for you. You’re always so considerate.”

Lu Wanqiu gave a shy smile, maneuvering her wheelchair back to her room. Halfway there, as if remembering something casually, she asked, “Huihui, do you know who that was just now? I don’t think I’ve seen her before.”

The nurse shook her head. “I haven’t either. Maybe a family member of a new patient?”

“I see…”