Take Away My Sickly Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21

To take care of Ye Wuming, Chen Jiyu had not had a proper rest for two days and one night.

That girl hadn’t told her she was sick at first; Chen Jiyu only discovered something was wrong with her voice when she called her. By then, Ye Wuming’s cold had already become quite severe after all, she hadn’t been taking her medicine properly!

Now that this person had enough strength to change her clothes and move her to a different room, it seemed she was mostly recovered.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiyu’s tense nerves finally relaxed. She curled herself into the soft bedding and fell into a deep sleep a moment later.

“Mm, of course Jiyu came to take care of me,” the person standing in the kitchen, spatula in one hand, said with a triumphant smile while on the phone.

“Hmph, you’re just taking advantage of how much she spoils you,” An gave a cold laugh. “Keep acting up. Once you’ve overdone it enough times, see if she still spoils you then.”

“Tsk, Jiyu would never ignore me.” Ye Wuming knew her wife all too well, though she did feel a bit of regret.

“Seriously though, I didn’t expect Jiyu to be so worried and anxious. Sigh, if I had known, I would have taken my medicine properly,” Ye Wuming’s voice betrayed her chagrin.

This time, she had caused Jiyu to worry and feel afraid, even making her stay up late to look after her. This was her fault.

“Alright, as long as you have that heart, it’s enough. Save the rest of your words for President Chen,” An interrupted her with disdain.

She had no interest in listening to these sour-sweet words of regret.

“I’m here to talk to you about the wedding dress.” Although An usually bickered with this person, she insisted that she must be the one to design the wedding dress for her and Chen Jiyu.

She had been pushed to this high position by Ye Wuming; if Ye Wuming hadn’t pulled her out of her predicament, she might have disappeared in some corner of the world long ago.

Perhaps she would have been a frustrated talent, or perhaps she would have simply given up on herself.

“Ooh~ is our Cupid chief designer giving me a back door?” Ye Wuming teased. “Think carefully now, I’m not giving you a raise this time.”

“You’re so stingy it’ll be the death of you,” An scolded her with a smile. “Go, go, go hurry up and get your wife’s body measurements for me.”

Hearing this, Ye Wuming’s movements paused. Her brow furrowed slightly as she said in an offhand tone, “Old An, you don’t happen to have designs on my wife, do you?”

“I’m warning you, ‘A friend’s wife is off-limits.'”

An: “…… Get lost!”

Shameless wretch. She was a woman with a family of her own; who would lust after someone else’s wife?! Bah! A person with no decency, her head was filled with nothing but nonsense.

“Hmph hmph hmph~” Ye Wuming didn’t care, narrowing her eyes and humming, clearly not believing her.

Of course, An had a way to strike back: “If I weren’t afraid of someone being narrow-minded, I could just measure her myself. Speaking of which, it really should be me measuring President Chen’s body data; after all, what does an amateur like you know?”

Well, what goes around comes around. Words spoken are like spilled water; sooner or later, you get splashed.

“Scram!” Ye Wuming accidentally poked the fried egg in the pan, breaking it in half.

She regretted it immensely now. Why hadn’t she been more discerning when she helped a woman like An? Look at her aside from annoying her boss every day, what else could she do?!

“Stop talking nonsense and get me those measurements as soon as possible.” In An’s words, a pure handmade wedding dress required a long time to produce; she didn’t have time to engage in banter with Ye Wuming.

“Got it, I’ll send them to you in a bit,” Ye Wuming answered casually.

An: “……”

Hiss, could this rascal have already “eaten” her? How could she give the data just like that without even needing to measure?

This was something An didn’t know. Ye Wuming had wiped Chen Jiyu’s body twice and changed her clothes twice. Although she had touched the other through the cleaning cloth, she knew her measurements all too well.

Her hands had, in a way, measured every inch of her lover’s skin.

Ye Wuming hummed a tune in a good mood. After hanging up the phone, she turned to simmer some soup.

Jiyu’s stomach wasn’t good; she definitely hadn’t eaten well while taking care of her these past few days. Ye Wuming always had a headache over her stomach issues, but from now on, she could properly nurse her back to health.

She had already given her house keys to Chen Jiyu so, could moving in together be far off?

“Hmph hmph~ hmph~” A song drifted through the kitchen; someone was in an exceptionally good mood.

On the contrary, Chen Jiyu, who had fallen back into a deep sleep, was having a nightmare.

In her dream, Chen Jiyu saw blood all over the ground and vaguely heard people arguing. Amidst the shouting, a woman stumbled toward her, but was immediately tackled to the ground by another person rushing up.

The woman, being dragged by her leg, dug her fingernails into the floor with such force that they flipped back, dripping with blood.

“Save… save me! Save me!” The woman’s shrill scream suddenly exploded.

In that instant, the mist separating the two was torn apart. Chen Jiyu discovered to her horror that the person being dragged along, covered in blood, was actually Hua Lingling!

And the person dragging her turned back abruptly as if sensing something. That face, so familiar to Chen Jiyu, was splattered with blood, and her eyes held nothing but dead silence and a frantic hatred.

“Lingling, you’re really not being good. I gave everything to you, so why do you still want to run away?” The woman’s voice was as eerie and muffled as a ghost’s.

Not only was the captured Hua Lingling trembling with fear, struggling madly to escape the clutches of this demon, but even Chen Jiyu, who had merely been glanced at, felt a chill run down her spine.

How could Cheng Ye have become like this?

“Save me! Save me! President Chen, President Chen, please save me!” Hua Lingling’s cries for help were so clear.

So clear that after Chen Jiyu woke up with a start, she couldn’t distinguish between the dream and reality for a moment.

Just as Chen Jiyu was paralyzed with shock, Ye Wuming’s voice provided a sense of reality.

“Jiyu, get up and eat.”

Ye Wuming, who had already put the food on the table and come upstairs to call her, was suddenly pulled into a full embrace the moment she entered the room.

The person who lunged into her arms was panting, drenched in sweat, and hadn’t even had time to put on slippers.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing this, Ye Wuming’s gaze darkened. She reached out to hold her lover’s back, pulling her into her arms to comfort her. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Ye Wuming’s voice was low and carried a magical, reassuring quality. Leaning into her embrace and feeling her warmth, Chen Jiyu slowly began to calm down.

“Mm.” Having just come to her senses, Chen Jiyu’s voice was trembling.

Her dream had ended when Cheng Ye used a cleaver to dismember Hua Lingling alive; she had been frightened awake.

She could accept Cheng Ye being manipulated by Hua Lingling to stab her in the back, nearly causing the Chen Corporation to be swallowed up. She could still choose to settle those matters privately and not send her to that place.

But if she had killed someone, she would definitely call the police.

Chen Jiyu’s hand, gripping Ye Wuming’s sleeve, tightened unconsciously.

She couldn’t accept that her own relative was a murderer! Even though she had already decided to cut ties with Cheng Ye and no longer recognize her as her cousin.

But… but…

“Jiyu, Jiyu!” Ye Wuming suddenly held the back of Chen Jiyu’s neck, pressing her into her chest, and then repeated by her ear over and over, “Relax, breathe slowly. Don’t be afraid, just breathe slowly.”

Chen Jiyu, awakened by Ye Wuming’s voice, finally gasped for air. The tightness in her chest and the heaviness in her head made her breathing rapid. She leaned weakly against Ye Wuming’s shoulder, trying hard to adjust her breathing according to her words.

Meanwhile, the person holding Chen Jiyu was scared to death. The veins on the back of Ye Wuming’s hand, pressed against Chen Jiyu’s waist, bulged. She was naturally thin with little flesh on her hands, and now she was so terrified that her heart hammered like thunder, and the vessels on the back of her hands looked as if they were about to jump out.

Earlier, her wife’s emotions had stabilized a bit in her arms, but who knew what she had thought of next—she suddenly started hyperventilating with signs of going into shock.

Ye Wuming’s heart was hanging by a thread; the slightest movement from Chen Jiyu was enough to scare her half to death.

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