The Amnesiac Drama Queen Is Crashing the Live Stream - Chapter 12

The VIP ward was exceptionally well-equipped, with even the bathroom featuring a separate wet and dry area.

This was Pei Luoqing’s first time stepping into the inner part of the bathroom. Not only were bottles and jars neatly arranged, but even every tissue on the vanity had been lightly scented with fragrance.

The candleholder swayed gently, and the soothing aroma was incredibly calming.

She vaguely remembered that in Xia Xingtang’s bathroom at home, there was a bathtub specially imported from France, handcrafted with diamond-cut facets.

After all, Xia Xingtang had chartered a helicopter just to transport it home.

The fanfare had been so grand that it was impossible not to know about it.

Fortunately, Xia Qingyue hadn’t installed such an extravagant bathtub here, or Pei Luoqing would have wondered if Xia Xingtang was on vacation.

Pei Luoqing picked up a fresh towel from the side and stepped into the shower.

By the time she came out, Xia Xingtang had already burrowed under the covers.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she immediately froze mid-roll, pretending nothing had happened as she closed her eyes.

If one ignored the crumpled sheets on the other side, she could almost pass for sound asleep.

But she waited and waited. Even after the hairdryer stopped, there was still no movement behind her.

It was past midnight after a long day of work, wasn’t Pei Luoqing tired?

Truly fitting for the hardworking son-in-law character from the early stages of the story.

Xia Xingtang casually turned over and saw Pei Luoqing hanging up her original coat. She couldn’t help but speak up, “Wear my clothes tomorrow.”

Regardless of how small Pei Luoqing’s company might be, she was still a CEO and had to maintain a certain image.

How could her woman, Xia Xingtang’s partner, wear the same outfit two days in a row?

Was the Xia family going bankrupt or something?

Pei Luoqing instinctively refused, “No need.”

“What do you mean, ‘no need’? All the clothes in my closet are new. Are you saying I’m not good enough for you?”

Pei Luoqing fell silent. “I have clothes in my office.”

Xia Xingtang looked annoyed. “Just pick something when I tell you to. Don’t act like I’m mistreating you.”

After saying that, she stole a quick glance, then raised her chin haughtily, as if Pei Luoqing refusing to choose clothes meant looking down on her.

“Alright.”

After selecting the clothes, Pei Luoqing remained standing in front of the closet, unmoving.

Xia Xingtang was puzzled. “What else are you looking for? The disposable underwear is in the bottom drawer.”

“Are there any extra blankets?”

“They should be with the nursing staff, or you can check the outer room.”

Xia Xingtang glanced at the crumpled sheets on the bed and suddenly understood what Pei Luoqing meant.

She couldn’t help but defend herself, “Actually, once I fall asleep, I don’t move around that much.”

So, you don’t have to worry about having no blankets to sleep under.

“Mm.” But Pei Luoqing still went out and returned with a blanket.

Xia Xingtang felt she needed to explain properly, when she slept, she was as quiet and well-behaved as a little white rabbit, causing no disturbance at all.

She was about to speak when she saw Pei Luoqing walking toward the sofa with the blanket.

Toward the sofa.

Without even a sideways glance, not a moment’s hesitation.

So, the blanket was for the sofa?

Wait, did that mean Pei Luoqing was planning to sleep on the sofa tonight?

This time, Xia Xingtang didn’t feel offended.

She furrowed her brows. Pei Luoqing’s overly cautious behavior was exactly like that of the timid son-in-law characters she’d read about in those novels.

What’s this about sleeping in a storage room, carrying her through a rainstorm, being tormented emotionally and physically by toxic relative, and so on and so forth.

Her mind could already paint such a picture.

Perhaps the 23-year-old Xia Xingtang had played a significant role in it all.

Look, she didn’t even dare to share a bed with her.

Xia Xingtang glanced at the sofa, it was so small that Pei Luoqing probably couldn’t even lie down fully.

Earlier that day, she had fallen asleep on it while playing on her phone and ended up tumbling to the floor.

It clearly wasn’t a suitable place to spend the night.

“Um…” Xia Xingtang hesitated for a moment, “You should sleep on the bed.”

Pei Luoqing glanced back.

For some reason, Xia Xingtang immediately understood her meaning: ‘Then are you going to sleep on the sofa?’

“No, no, I’m not offering to take the sofa for you.” Xia Xingtang touched the tip of her nose, “What I meant was, how about we share the bed?”

Making a seriously ill patient who had been hospitalized for over a week and still couldn’t be discharged sleep on the sofa, that would be utterly heartless.

Hearing this, Pei Luoqing paused in arranging the bedding but didn’t turn around.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Xia Xingtang couldn’t bring herself to repeat the invitation.

She spoke with a hint of pique, “Pei Luoqing, are you coming up or not? If not, I’m turning off the lights. You might not need to sleep, but I do.”

In the end, Pei Luoqing calmly replied, “You said it yourself,” and abruptly switched off the main light in the room.

The entire ward was instantly plunged into darkness.

The bed dipped slightly. In the dark, Xia Xingtang’s fingers clenched, then slowly relaxed.

Noticing there was no extra blanket, she felt a secret delight. Without a word, she reached for the blanket and quietly shared part of it.

Pei Luoqing felt the blanket being offered, remained silent for a moment, then pulled it over.

The hospital bed was a double, so even with both of them lying on it, there was still a large gap between them, enough to fit another person.

Xia Xingtang couldn’t even feel the other’s body heat.

Though only the lights had been turned off, it felt as if the entire world had fallen silent.

After a while, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could vaguely make out Pei Luoqing’s silhouette.

Beneath the silk-smooth long hair, a pair of delicate, slender shoulder blades were faintly visible.

She spoke softly, “Pei Luoqing?”

There was no response from the person beside her; her breathing seemed to have steadied.

A flicker of disappointment passed through Xia Xingtang’s bright eyes but was quickly concealed.

Tentatively, she reached out her hand, quietly feeling her way under the covers toward Pei Luoqing.

Just as she was about to touch the warmth of the other’s body, a hand suddenly gripped her wrist.

A voice tinged with surprise and irritation asked, “What are you doing?”

Pei Luoqing’s fingers were long and firm, yet her palm was soft and smooth.

The darkness hid Xia Xingtang’s gradually reddening ears.

Xia Xingtang was somewhat taken aback, “I… I was worried you’d catch a chill. I wanted to cover you with the blanket.”

The tight grip on her wrist loosened, and the hand was suddenly released.

The next moment, she heard Pei Luoqing sigh, “Have you ever considered that the feelings between us might not be what you imagine?”

At these words, Xia Xingtang’s smile instantly faded.

If Pei Luoqing had said this to her when she first woke up, she might have thought of other reasons.

But thanks to the brainwashing from days and nights of reading about live-in sons-in-law, and Yu Feifei’s mention of her three-year world tour, Xia Xingtang had firmly cast Pei Luoqing in the role of a bullied live-in son-in-law.

She had no idea what unspeakable things she might have done to Pei Luoqing.

She tentatively asked, “Could it be, I abused you?”

Pei Luoqing: “…”

Someone like Xia Xingtang, a pampered young lady with wrists so slender they could be circled with one hand, how could she possibly be associated with domestic violence?

She sighed rather helplessly, “You didn’t.”

Hearing this, Xia Xingtang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, even when she intervened courageously at bars, she never actually got into physical fights. She either relied on the bodyguards she brought along or the sheer numbers of her rowdy friends to hold the scene.

If she had woken up to find herself an actual perpetrator of domestic violence, it would have been too much for her to accept.

But as Xia Xingtang relaxed, she began to worry about another possibility.

Since the topic had come up, Xia Xingtang bit her lower lip and ventured, “Then, did I cheat on you?”

“No.” Pei Luoqing’s tone, usually casual, was now stiff and rigid. “Don’t overthink it. Get some rest.”

She seemed a bit awkward and embarrassed.

Clearly, Xia Xingtang’s words had struck a nerve, and Pei Luoqing was afraid she might come up with more shocking statements.

Xia Xingtang couldn’t help but want to laugh, but she restrained herself.

Since she hadn’t committed any unforgivable acts, there was still one important question left to ask.

“Pei Luoqing, I don’t know what our past was like, but I’ll treat you well.”

Then, afraid that Pei Luoqing might get too full of herself, she added, “But we have to start dating all over again. If you don’t perform well, I won’t want you.”

“I’ll kick you out, stripped of everything!”

Pei Luoqing: “Time to rest.”

“You haven’t answered my question!”

“Close your eyes.”

“If you’re rejecting me, just say it. What’s there to hide?”

“No.” Pei Luoqing’s voice was soft, quickly fading into the air as if it had never been spoken.

But Xia Xingtang heard it clearly.

No rejection meant acceptance.

And so, Xia Xingtang lay there with her eyes wide open, completely unable to sleep.

In May, the spring scenery in Yuncheng stretched as far as the eye could see, and even the air was filled with the rich fragrance of flowers. Sunlight streamed in through the window, waking the person in bed.

Xia Xingtang had spent the night in a daze, unsure when she had finally fallen asleep.

The dark circles under her eyes were particularly noticeable.

In contrast, Pei Luoqing seemed completely unaffected, showing no discomfort from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed.

She got up on time, washed up, and very naturally picked out an outfit from the wardrobe.

This immediately sparked Xia Xingtang’s morning irritability, making her deeply envious of Pei Luoqing’s energy.

It seemed the things in novels couldn’t be trusted, all that talk about a live-in son-in-law lying beside a fragrant, soft beauty for the first time and tossing and turning all night.

It was all fake.

She had underestimated Pei Luoqing.

By the time Pei Luoqing was ready, Xia Xingtang had already curled back up in bed.

Her eyes were bloodshot, lost in thought. Not just her face, but even her messy strands of hair carried a hint of resentment.

Pei Luoqing observed her for a few seconds and finally confirmed that the young lady was throwing another tantrum.

Over the past few days, she had grown accustomed to Xia Xingtang’s occasional fits of temper and had gradually become immune to them.

Even in a good mood, she would eagerly go over to tease her.

And at this moment, she was in quite a good mood.

Pei Luoqing walked over, bent down, and asked, “Still not getting up?”

Xia Xingtang curled up in the quilt, grumbling softly, silently protesting Pei Luoqing’s words.

Pei Luoqing patiently pulled the quilt down a little: “I heard Yiran Xuan has a new dim sum chef. Would you like to try it?”

Xia Xingtang gradually loosened her grip on the quilt, quite satisfied with Pei Luoqing’s thoughtfulness, and her temper softened a bit. “It’s all your fault I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Pei Luoqing looked at Xia Xingtang. If she remembered correctly, it was Xia Xingtang who had insisted she stay last night.

Yet, this little princess was shifting all the blame onto her.

She didn’t argue back, instead speaking slowly: “Were you so happy to see me stay that you couldn’t sleep?”

Xia Xingtang: “…”

Xia Xingtang felt a surge of anger, unable to vent it, and glared wide-eyed in frustration.

Pei Luoqing stood up and tossed a set of long-sleeved cotton pajamas to Xia Xingtang: “It’s Sunday today. I still have to go to the company, but your sister will probably come over later.”

“Oh.” Xia Xingtang curled up in the quilt, looking listless.

“Do you want to wash your face with cold water to wake up?”

Xia Xingtang covered her head with a pillow: “Don’t let anyone disturb my sleep, no matter who comes.”

“But…” Pei Luoqing said meaningfully, her voice close to Xia Xingtang’s ear:

“If you’re this tired, people might think I’m really impressive.”