The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22.1

The curtains were not drawn, and light streamed in through the windows, falling onto the eyelids of the person lying in bed.

The patient on the bed frowned uncomfortably, and their fingers twitched.

When You Ting woke up, the environment she was in was a brightly lit, neat hospital room.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and faint movements could be heard from the corridor.

Everything was as peaceful and ordinary as any afternoon.

The previous fire seemed like a nightmare.

You Ting abruptly sat up from the bed, pulled out the needle in her hand, and prepared to leave.

The nurse doing her rounds quickly rushed over to stop her: “Hey, hey, hey, Miss You, what are you doing?”

You Ting stared at her and asked expressionlessly, “Where is Bai Nianzhao? Where is she?”

The nurse asked, puzzled, “Who?”

You Ting closed her eyes and said hoarsely, “The girl who was with me in the fire… in the fire.”

She asked again, “Where is she?”

The nurse suddenly understood and said, “That little girl’s injuries are more serious than yours; she’s in another room.”

You Ting suddenly raised her head.

As if stunned for a moment, she then suddenly let out a low laugh.

Her lips were clearly upturned, but the corners of her eyes were tinged with red.

She knew it; how could her little rabbit die so easily?

When Bai Nianzhao recovers, she must give her a good lecture.

She was clearly terrified herself, yet she went and acted selflessly. She really was stupid.

You Ting asked, “How is she?”

The nurse smiled and replied, “Don’t worry, thankfully she was brought in in time. She just has some burns on her arm, nothing else too serious.”

She checked the time, “She should be waking up in a little while.”

You Ting was just about to go see Bai Nianzhao when several people in uniforms suddenly walked into the room.

The man in the lead showed You Ting his identification; he was a police officer.

“Hello, Miss You,” the man said, “We suspect that the fire at your home was not an accident but was deliberately set by someone, and we are here to investigate the situation. Please cooperate.”

You Ting froze for a moment, her expression suddenly turning cold.

She looked up and asked the officer, “Besides Bai Nianzhao and me, did anyone else get hurt?”

The man shook his head, “No.”

You Ting quirked her lip, already realizing who the culprit behind this incident might be, and nodded, “Alright, I’ll cooperate with the investigation.”

Perhaps it truly was Yan Hua’s spirit watching over them; this matter turned out to be quite dramatic.

On the night of the fire, Bai Nianzhao had already intended to go to sleep, but as she passed the living room, she saw something You Ting had left behind.

It was a painting they had brought back from the Yan family—Yan Hua’s favorite painting when she was alive.

You Ting had mentioned to her that she planned to burn the painting to Yan Hua on the anniversary of her death.

She was usually a meticulous person, but somehow she had forgotten to take the painting that day.

Bai Nianzhao hesitated briefly but ultimately decided to change her clothes, take the scroll, and ask Uncle Mo to drive her to the You family house.

Who knew that before she even entered the You house, she and Uncle Mo had already seen rising black smoke and faint firelight.

Uncle Mo immediately called the fire department.

Seeing the fire grow bigger and bigger, Bai Nianzhao was anxious. She couldn’t wait for the firefighters to arrive, so she jumped into the nearby pond, then quickly rushed inside.

She was timid.

She was afraid of trouble.

Cautious behavior had always been her principle.

But You Ting was always different.

Long ago, Bai Nianzhao had already realized—

Above all principles, her Sister was paramount.

The firefighters finally arrived in time, rescuing the physically exhausted Bai Nianzhao and transporting both unconscious people to the hospital.

After emergency treatment, both were safe.

However, when the doctor examined You Ting, they detected residual anesthetic components in her blood.

A fire plus a tranquilizer—it was clear that there was something more to this.

The doctor immediately reported the matter to the police. At the same time, the police also found unusual clues at the site of the fire in the You family home.

The arsonist had been very careful. If the discovery had been made any later, these traces might have been completely burned away, making it seem like a completely ordinary accidental fire.

But unfortunately.

It was fate.

These traces, along with the police’s subsequent investigation, eventually locked onto the suspect—Song Zhiqiu.

That seemingly frail socialite had turned into a deranged criminal.

Arson, attempted murder.

It didn’t take long for Song Zhiqiu, who was anxiously trying to flee, to be stopped by the police and taken to the interrogation room.

Knowing that You Ting was not dead, she gave a bitter laugh, tearfully confessing everything.

Even after marrying You Fu, Song Zhiqiu was just an ordinary woman.

She had no family background, no connections, and no business acumen.

Therefore, she was destined to be unable to help You Aofeng reclaim the company.

But her heart was ruthless enough.

She sat on the sofa for an entire night and finally decided to use her own methods to get rid of You Ting.

This method was to make her disappear completely.

You Ting had moved out and rarely returned home, so the anniversary of Yan Hua’s death was Song Zhiqiu’s only opportunity.

She wanted You Ting dead.

After ruling out one plan after another, Song Zhiqiu finally settled on the scheme of burning her to death in the fire.

She had earlier made excuses to send You Fu and You Aofeng away, dismissed the servants, and was left alone to carry out everything.

The moment she saw the flames raging, Song Zhiqiu felt completely satisfied.

It was as if she had returned to many years ago, the moment she stepped through the door, proudly treading on Yan Hua’s still-cold corpse.

The big fire would swallow all the sins and also bury the unspeakable secrets and truth.

She thought her plan was flawless, but in the end, it was still a fleeting dream.

Song Zhiqiu clenched her teeth and sneered, “You Ting really has a strong will to live.”

The officer in charge of the interrogation said with a cool gaze, “This is called good fortune protecting the righteous, and the net of heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing through.”

Song Zhiqiu slumped back in her chair, deflated, and pleaded, “Can I see my son? Just one glance, just one.”

The officer did not answer.

Visits required registration, but from start to finish, You Fu, or even You Aofeng, had not shown up.

As the truth came to light, this high-society arson case instantly became a hotly watched topic.

Reporters crowded the hospital entrance, and You Ting was so annoyed that she immediately arranged for a secret transfer to another hospital after Bai Nianzhao woke up.

When she went to the room, Bai Nianzhao was clumsily trying to reach for the water glass on the table.

One of her arms was in a cast, and perhaps because she wasn’t used to it, the movements of her other hand were very awkward.

It looked quite comical.

You Ting leaned against the hospital room door, watching Bai Nianzhao, who hadn’t noticed her yet.

She really was clumsy, couldn’t even grab a cup of water.

But also… so full of life.

She straightened her upturned lips and walked in expressionlessly.

Hearing the footsteps, Bai Nianzhao looked up and immediately widened her eyes when she saw You Ting.

She withdrew her hand, hid it behind her back, lowered her head, and shrank back.

She looked exactly like a child who had done something wrong and was facing a parent.

You Ting let out a soft chuckle from her throat, “Now you know how to be scared?”

Bai Nianzhao’s ears twitched; she nervously bit her lower lip but still didn’t dare to look up.

You Ting walked to the bedside and casually picked up a chair to sit down.

She picked up the hot water kettle on the table, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Bai Nianzhao.

She was wearing the same blue and white patient gown as Bai Nianzhao, and her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.

Without makeup, her lip color was a little paler than usual.

The sharp aloofness that usually surrounded her had also been diluted a lot.

“Why are you looking down?”

You Ting asked, “You dared to rush into the fire, but you don’t dare to speak to me?”

Bai Nianzhao secretly glanced at You Ting’s expression, then quickly lowered her long eyelashes.

She pursed her lips and whispered, “…I’m sorry.”

You Ting was momentarily stunned, “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because Sister is unhappy,” Bai Nianzhao murmured, “It must be because I made Sister angry.”

Although… she didn’t think what she did at the time was wrong.

You Ting asked with a cold face, “Then do you know why I’m angry?”

Bai Nianzhao mumbled, not speaking.

“Bai Nianzhao.” You Ting said seriously.

The little rabbit immediately sat up alertly, “Present!”

You Ting suddenly leaned closer, gazing into her eyes, and said word by word, “You are not allowed to do that again. Your life is more important than anyone else’s.”

Bai Nianzhao blinked, suddenly pouting stubbornly, “That’s not right.”

She looked at You Ting.

Her clear, mirror-like eyes seemed to hold a cluster of sparks, determined to burn into You Ting’s eyes.

Bai Nianzhao said, “Sister is the most important.”

The hospital room suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere instantly seemed to change.

The little rabbit’s gaze suddenly became a little fervent, like the raging fire that trapped them that day.

It was so hot that You Ting turned her head away.

She suddenly had a strong intuition that if she continued speaking, many things would become different.

And whether this change was good or bad, no one knew.

You Ting got up, “You should rest well. I’ll come to see you tomorrow.”

Her sleeve was hooked. She lowered her eyes and saw Bai Nianzhao’s timid fingers in her peripheral vision.

“Sister,” she called.

As if having made a decision, Bai Nianzhao raised her head, looking up at You Ting.

Her eyes were like glittering stars, so bright they were hard to look at directly.

This timing was not good, but perhaps having walked on the edge of life and death, she didn’t want to be timid anymore.

“I like…”

Her sleeve was suddenly pulled away, and the woman’s voice interrupted her words.

You Ting didn’t turn around, saying in a low, deep voice, “I have something to do. I’m leaving now.”

She had been gone for a long time, but Bai Nianzhao still maintained that stunned posture.

The fingers she had reached out touched the cold air, growing colder little by little.

The water cup on the table still gave off wisps of steam.

The wind moved the curtains, and light shone in, stinging her eyes.

She woke up as if from a dream.

In many cases, there was no need for adults to give a clear response.

A look, a word, or even an action, were all hidden signals.

Bai Nianzhao’s body trembled slightly involuntarily; she had never been this frantic and scared before.

Did Sister… just reject her?

Will Sister dislike her?

A sharp pain shot through her heart, followed by a sudden chill that swept through every part of her body.

She urgently wanted to confirm, but as soon as her hand lifted the blanket, the needle was tugged.

The faint pain made Bai Nianzhao stop.

It was useless.

She lowered her head, her shoulders shaking, and tears left wet marks on her patient gown.

More than the feelings she couldn’t completely express, she was suddenly more afraid of being explicitly rejected.

Of being completely abandoned.

Outside the hospital room.

You Ting leaned against the wall, letting out a very light sigh.

Her beautiful brows were slightly furrowed; she closed her eyes, looking somewhat weary.

Her knuckles were bent, tapping lightly on the wall without purpose.

She had no expression on her face, but her heart felt like it was blocked by a ball of messy thread.

She couldn’t find the beginning or the end.

Why did things turn out this way?

The current plot was too out of control.

When she left, she didn’t look at Bai Nianzhao. With the child’s nature, she was probably crying her eyes out again.

The fingers tapping the wall paused.

She slowly opened her eyes, her dark pupils deep, and instead of returning to her room, she found a doctor to discuss her discharge.

You Ting’s injuries were not severe, and after examination, the doctor readily signed the consent form.

The first thing she did after returning to Dreamy South was to have Uncle Mo find her a new house.

Uncle Mo was surprised and asked, “Miss, do you want to move to a different place with Miss Bai?”

You Ting paused slightly, then shook her head, “I’m the one who’s moving out.”

Uncle Mo looked at You Ting with some surprise, trying to speak but stopping himself several times, and finally said nothing.

After all, he was just a paid subordinate and had no right to comment.

Uncle Mo’s professional ability was excellent, and he quickly found a new house that met You Ting’s requirements and contacted staff to move her luggage.

While packing and moving, You Ting stood in the second-floor corridor, leaning against a railing, lost in thought.

She didn’t have many belongings, and one by one, they were taken out of the room and loaded into the car. It was as if her presence was being slowly withdrawn from the villa.

With one person’s things missing, the house suddenly looked a lot colder.

The distance between the master bedroom and the secondary bedroom was not far.

While they were still living together, sometimes when she came home late, as she passed Bai Nianzhao’s room, she could see a faint yellow light spilling out from under the door.

When her shadow entered her own room, that light would slowly be turned off as well.

It seemed as if everything had been traceable for a long time.

But this was wrong.

It shouldn’t be like this.

The little rabbit was too young, inexperienced with the world’s harshness, and took the slightest kindness from others as a supreme treasure.

You Ting was good to her, and she became dependent on You Ting.

The romance and drama in the business world were always tinged with the scent of self-interest, but Bai Nianzhao was not.

She was sincere and pure, shy yet brave.

Her affection was like a crystal-clear lake, flowing down the riverbed without turning back.

Too clean.

But You Ting was merely a task performer with a purpose.

The moving driver asked, “Miss You, everything is packed. Shall we leave now?”

The finger resting on the railing lightly trembled. You Ting recovered her senses.

“Good.”

She walked down the stairs step by step until she left the villa.

She did not look back.

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