Take Away My Sickly Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

The night was dim, the attire was magnificent, and the woman was beautiful.

However, all of this was completely at odds with the snack bag Ye Wuming was dangling from her hand.

Fei’s Bakery was a famous old-time establishment; their takeout packaging used oilpaper as a skin, giving off a distinct vibe of the seventies or eighties.

Paired with Ye Wuming’s evening gown, it looked as if a CEO in formal wear had run off to eat at a street stall skewers in one hand, lobster in the other all while stiffly maintaining a straight back to avoid staining their clothes.

In short, it was out of place.

Clearly, a certain someone possessed enough self-awareness of this fact that she didn’t miss a single opportunity to earn some favor.

“Jiyu, what do you think of this outfit? Ann said that seeing beautiful people in beautiful clothes makes one feel happy.”

“So, have I made Jiyu happy? Speaking of which, when I was queuing for the late-night snacks, many people smiled happily when they saw me.”

Ye Wuming spoke the most overwhelming words with an expression of pure, innocent sincerity.

Chen Jiyu’s fingertips trembled, pressing a shallow fingerprint into the oilpaper wrapping the flower cakes.

Who praises themselves like that? Besides, those people were laughing at her, surely who wears such a magnificent gown to stand in line for snacks?

So… is this founder of Cupid a “natural airhead”?

The usually emotionally reserved Chen Jiyu found herself unable to cope, wanting to retreat several steps.

Ye Wuming, showing keen insight, knew when to stop while she was ahead. She pulled open the car door for Chen Jiyu and beckoned her inside. “The wind is picking up. Come eat in the car.”

“No, I’ll eat when I get to the destination. I’m not hungry yet.” Chen Jiyu tucked the food away and shook her head in refusal.

Eating in a car made it easy to leave crumbs everywhere. This wasn’t her car; she couldn’t be too reckless.

“Eh? Jiyu, do you know where I’m taking you?” Ye Wuming had thought Chen Jiyu would give her a home address and trouble her to drop her off.

Who would have thought she would get in the car without asking a single question?

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiyu’s lips curved slightly, but she remained silent.

After several days of interaction, Ye Wuming’s image in her heart increasingly approached that of a child.

Like a playful child, she would call her out to play without any scruples, and on a whim, bring late-night snacks.

So, she was probably in for a “spontaneous trip”?

Such unplanned actions were a major taboo for Chen Jiyu, but for the sake of Chen Group obtaining Cupid’s assistance, she was willing to accompany Ye Wuming on this brainless romp.

Ye Wuming loved this clever side of Chen Jiyu, and secretly pondered that since they were going to play without bringing anything, things like clothes would definitely have to be sent by the butler.

Wouldn’t that indirectly let her know Jiyu’s physical measurements? Especially the bust, waist, and hips… Ugh, she couldn’t think about that anymore.

Ye Wuming secretly reviled herself for being like a pervert who liked stealing underwear, then changed the subject: “The first stop is Jungle Valley. The other places to visit haven’t been decided yet. After all, I’ve been away for too long and H City is very foreign to me, so does Jiyu have any recommendations?”

“Hmm… as for recommendations, why don’t we…”

The sound of the falling rain outside the window drowned out their conversation. The car drove off into the distance, passing a silver car along the way.

Chen Jiyu, who was busy talking to Ye Wuming, didn’t notice that car at all.

However, the mirth in Ye Wuming’s eyes deepened by several degrees.

While waiting at a red light, she called the butler. “Uncle He, remember to bring a thick coat. It’s going to rain heavily in the later half of the night, and Jiyu is sensitive to the cold.”

Beside her, Chen Jiyu covered a yawn, blinking away the moisture on her long lashes, and thought somewhat sluggishly: Ah, it’s raining.

As for Ye Wuming’s comment about having someone send her clothes, she didn’t react to it in the slightest.

By the time the car reached the destination, Chen Jiyu had already fallen asleep clutching the snack bag from Fei’s Bakery.

To be honest, there were many places in the car to put things. No matter how tightly the bag was wrapped, the grease from the food inside could still leak out and stain Chen Jiyu’s expensive suit.

But she hadn’t thought to set it aside; instead, she held it in her arms, never letting go the whole way.

Because she had stayed up for so many days during the Chen Group crisis, once Chen Jiyu fell asleep, it was difficult to wake her. Her body was issuing warnings; even if she had the heart to stay awake, she lacked the strength to open her eyes.

Very few people came to Jungle Valley on a night of torrential rain, so no one saw a tall woman in a magnificent gown carrying a mature, capable-looking woman in a suit into the VIP elevator.

Being this relaxed is really uncharacteristic.

Ye Wuming looked at the person sinking into the bedding in deep sleep. On one hand, she was delighted by the other’s relaxation in her presence; on the other, she was worried about her severe lack of vigilance.

A woman seven years older than herself she was as mature as a rose in full bloom. The white rose had been dyed with patterns like sun-scorch by the years and sand; the grinding of wind and rain had made those patterns dull and steady.

From a distance, that rose folded its branches and leaves around its petals, fragile yet strong. There was also an irrepressible, rich fragrance enticing passersby to stop for it.

Now she lay before her, completely defenseless.

Ye Wuming chuckled low and tucked the quilt around her, but made no further move.

She had said she would respect her absolutely.

Before Jiyu gave her permission, any overly intimate touch was strictly prohibited.

Turning around to tidy up and prepare for a shower, Ye Wuming didn’t notice that the person behind her, who was supposedly fast asleep, had quietly opened her eyes.

Those dark eyes were clear and bright, without a hint of the bleariness of someone who had just woken up.

The social circles of H City weren’t exactly chaotic, but there was no shortage of dalliances between men and women, men and men, or even women and women.

Chen Jiyu closed her eyes again.

She had thought Ye Wuming was like those people, coveting this disabled body.

She thought that was the case, but it turned out it was really just her own assumption.

Ye Wuming was purer and more upright than she had imagined.

This time, the long-exhausted CEO Chen finally allowed herself to sink into a deep slumber. By the time Ye Wuming came out of the shower, she was so soundly asleep that she couldn’t be woken.

Seeing this, Ye Wuming rubbed her slightly damp long hair and sighed inwardly.

Fine then, she’d just order tomorrow’s breakfast first. This “Living Ancestor” of hers had completely skipped dinner today; she wasn’t even afraid of waking up in the middle of the night with a stomachache.

A certain noble President’s rambling complaints were drowned out in the dim yellow light, as the white, soft quilt dispelled the cold brought by the night rain.

This place was warm and peaceful, while outside the Chen Group building, there was a poor wretch shivering in the cold wind and rain.

Cheng Ye, her face pale from the cold, never expected that given Chen Group’s current situation, her cousin would actually have the leisure to leave the company.

Shouldn’t she be working there day and night, trying to turn the tide? In fact, she had always done so in the past.

Why was today the only exception…

Cheng Ye gnashed her teeth, a wave of resentment trapped in her chest with nowhere to go.

She had promised Lingling she would seek justice for her; who would have thought she’d come up empty? If she went back like this, how would she face Lingling?

Thus, Cheng Ye actually waited outside the Chen Group building for an entire night, until the security guard who for some reason arrived late the next day appeared and called an ambulance to send the former Vice President, who was delirious with fever from the cold, to the hospital.

When she received the news, Ye Wuming was handing a bowl of soy milk to Chen Jiyu.

The smile on her lips made Chen Jiyu instinctively ask, “Did something good happen to Wuming?”

“Mm, of course.” Upon hearing this, Ye Wuming couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

She picked up her own soy milk cup and lightly clinked it against Chen Jiyu’s, her eyes curving into crescents. “It’s something very funny.”

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