The Female Lead Insists on Being My Wife [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Stealing the Wife in a Stand-in Novel (Part 4)

Shen Chuli had always been curious about what kind of image she held in Chen Suihe’s eyes. Was she the perpetrator who had innocently become an accomplice to her suffering? Or was she the savior who had rescued her from her cage?

Looking at those photos, Shen Chuli finally understood her image in Chen Suihe’s heart:

She was a gentle, good person.

Shen Chuli couldn’t help but laugh. Looking down at the person sleeping soundly, she traced the girl’s cheek with her fingertip. Only a “little robot fool” like Chen Suihe would think she was a “good person.”

Placing the phone she had prepared for her on the nightstand, Shen Chuli stroked her thin cheek before getting up to leave. The little robot’s plan wasn’t finished yet; she had to help her act out the rest of the play.

After a satisfying sleep following her exhaustion, Chen Suihe woke up naturally. Her head felt groggy, and her limbs were soft. In the morning, she had vaguely heard Shen Chuli coming in to wake her for food, but sleepiness had enveloped her, and she remembered loudly saying “no.”

It took a long time of sitting up before Chen Suihe was fully awake. Her stomach was singing an “empty city” ruse, so without even changing out of her pajamas, she headed downstairs in her slippers.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Chuli stopped her conversation with the person opposite her and rose to meet her. Noticing a stranger sitting on one of the sofas, Chen Suihe timidly grabbed Shen Chuli’s hand and hid behind her.

“This is your rehabilitation teacher,” Shen Chuli led her over and introduced them. “She just arrived today. Do you want to get acquainted with her yourself?”

Rehabilitation teacher?

Chen Suihe peeked out, saw the woman’s smiling face, and quickly retracted her gaze to look at Shen Chuli.

“Go ahead,” Shen Chuli encouraged her. “Don’t you want to find your voice again?”

Speaking again… how could she not want that?

Chen Suihe pulled back her gaze, summoned her courage, and stepped out from behind Shen Chuli to stand before the teacher: Hello.

The rehabilitation specialist Shen Chuli had found was an older woman. While not a world-renowned expert, her skills were solid, and her personality and temperament were excellent quiet and inclusive like the sea, exceptionally gentle. Within just ten minutes, Chen Suihe was guided into opening up, even showing a slight tendency to be clingy.

When Shen Chuli came out carrying a fruit plate, this was the scene she witnessed. She quickly walked to Chen Suihe’s side, pulled her back into an embrace, and sat down right between the two of them.

Unlike Chen Suihe’s look of total confusion, the teacher understood perfectly well what was happening.

“Miss Shen, now that you’re back, let’s look over this rehabilitation plan together.” The teacher took the initiative to change the subject, handing the plan to Shen Chuli.

Shen Chuli read through it carefully, then turned to ask Chen Suihe, “Can you handle such high-intensity practice?”

I want to try, Chen Suihe gestured. “If I can’t handle it, we can change it, okay?”

Seeing the stars shining in her eyes, Shen Chuli nodded helplessly.

“I’ll have to trouble the teacher to pay close attention to her state. Please stop immediately if she feels any discomfort,” Shen Chuli instructed the teacher coolly after handing back the plan.

A request from the boss is something an employee will naturally strive to fulfill especially when the boss is as wealthy as this one.

This specialist wasn’t the traditional type who taught rigidly in a classroom. Given that Chen Suihe’s loss of voice was a later development, she preferred to use fun and engaging methods for training.

“Would you like one?” The specialist pointed to a shaved ice stall on the beach. Then, she took Chen Suihe’s hand and placed it on her own vibrating throat: “Yao… Want. Bu yao… Don’t want.”

“Y…” Chen Suihe awkwardly mimicked her like a parrot.

After half a month of practice, although Chen Suihe still couldn’t say a full word, she could produce a slight sound. While they were practicing, Shen Chuli had already returned with two cups of shaved ice.

The specialist looked at her disapprovingly: “You should have let her try to communicate and buy it herself.” Chen Suihe nodded along from the side.

Shen Chuli acted as if she couldn’t hear, stuffed the shaved ice into their hands, and warned Chen Suihe: “You can only eat a little. You can’t have too much, understand?”

The joy of just receiving the shaved ice was instantly dampened. Chen Suihe pouted her lips unhappily to show her dissatisfaction.

“Pouting won’t work either.” Shen Chuli mischievously pinched the pouted lips with her fingers. “Pout again and you won’t get even a single bite.”

Faced with this “vicious” threat, Chen Suihe became obedient in a second, flatteringly rubbing against Shen Chuli’s shoulder and clumsily praising: “You… hao (good)…”

She was like a pure, lively cub raised with pampered care; one could only glimpse a trace of her unpolished timidity from the smallest clues.

“I’m not good,” Shen Chuli teased her on purpose. “You were just calling me bad a moment ago.”

No matter how beautiful a place is, one gets tired of it after staying too long. Once Chen Suihe finished exploring the last corner of the beach, Shen Chuli took her to a new “map” the next day.

Returning from a walk around the new house with the teacher, Chen Suihe excitedly shared what she had seen and heard with Shen Chuli, who had stayed home to handle business. Shen Chuli closed her laptop, rested her chin on her hand, and listened patiently.

Under careful care, Chen Suihe was no longer so thin, and her cheeks had filled out. Her previously vanished small dimple reappeared when she smiled. Shen Chuli particularly loved that little dimple; she would poke it every time, causing Chen Suihe to cover her cheek and glare at her huffily.

Once she ran back to her room in a huff, the teacher walked over leisurely and sat beside Shen Chuli.

“Her state is much better,” the specialist said, holding a cup of hot tea. “Have you thought about letting her return to school?”

Shen Chuli’s hand on the keyboard paused, and she looked up.

“Xiao He is a very smart and studious child. She also longs to return to campus.”

“I know.” Shen Chuli retracted her gaze. “But not now.”

The people who needed to be dealt with hadn’t been dealt with yet; how could she feel safe letting Chen Suihe back into a school environment? What if she were discriminated against because of her speech? What if a scumbag like Xu Hao entangled her again? What if she really did what she did in the dream… and jumped?

Shen Chuli didn’t dare to gamble. She couldn’t accept Chen Suihe being hurt again, just as she knew Chen Suihe could have tried to buy the shaved ice herself. Knowing it was hard to change her mind, the specialist sighed softly and left.

The computer screen illuminated Shen Chuli’s face. The face that was always gentle in front of Chen Suihe now showed several traces of sharpness.

Xu Hao was going crazy.

Ever since Shen Chuli returned, everything seemed to have spiraled out of control. He thought she had returned for him, but who knew she was there for that stand-in! She had passionately kissed the stand-in in front of all their friends, stripping him of all his dignity and pride, and then took the person away right in front of his face!

“President Xu, there’s someone outside…”

“Get out!” Xu Hao threw the documents on his desk at the secretary by the door in a towering rage. The poor secretary was startled by the flying folder but endured the crimson, beast-like gaze and didn’t dare move.

After venting his emotions, Xu Hao’s temper smoothed out slightly. He sat down, panting. “Who is outside?”

Looking at his state, the secretary hesitated for a moment before speaking up right before he lost his patience again: “There are media outlets outside for an interview. They say they’ve communicated the time with you.”

Hearing it was the media, Xu Hao suppressed the fire on his face, put on a hypocritical mask, and waved for the secretary to invite the reporters in.

When the media entered, Xu Hao straightened his clothes and stepped forward with a smile to shake their hands, but the reporters—usually enthusiastic—weren’t very warm today. Once both sides were seated, the reporter gave him a thin smile: “Many readers are curious about your experiences, President Xu, so this interview will be in a live-stream format. Is that acceptable?”

“Of course,” Xu Hao replied with a smile.

It was called a live-stream, but it was no different from previous interviews just Q&A. The initial questions were normal, but they gradually became sharper, and Xu Hao’s expression began to sour.

“Regarding your romantic scandals, do you have anything you’d like to say?” After a long buildup, the reporter finally reached the question they wanted to ask, their eyes lighting up. “An insider has leaked that you are suspected of forcibly confining others and restricting their personal freedom. What do you have to say about this?”

Xu Hao’s face instantly went black. The secretary behind him was quick-witted; the moment he saw his boss’s face change, he rushed forward to block the camera and politely requested the reporters return the topic to finance.

The reporters weren’t easy to talk to either. The smile remained on their faces: “But our broad readership cares more about this news of President Xu. Please answer.”

Seeing that they were going to get to the bottom of it, the secretary blocked the camera with one hand while calling over colleagues to surround the camera and reporters and escort them out. Once they were gone, Xu Hao threw a massive tantrum in his office. He couldn’t figure out who was trying to screw him over!

The once neat office was trashed by his outburst. Xu Hao sat in his executive chair, gasping for breath. After a while, he dialed a phone. The person on the other end said something that made him reveal a bloodthirsty smile: “Alright then, see you at the old place tonight.”

He might have felt relieved in reality, but the storm online had not settled. The second half of his live-stream was screenshotted and analyzed by netizens, dominating the “guichu” (remix/parody) section of various sites and winning the “Face-Changing Top Spot of the Year”!

With Xu Hao’s arrogant and conceited nature, how could he endure it? With a face turned the color of pig liver from anger, he immediately ordered the group’s legal department to send lawyer letters to those video creators.

What was originally just simple meme-making was escalated by Xu Hao into infringement of portrait and reputation rights, which even made the once-laughing bystanders look at him with disdain.

User: Abstract-Lover-G: [Screenshot of Xu Group Legal Letter.JPG] To be honest, if some “Celestial Dragons” weren’t born lucky, what right would they have to stand there and point fingers? Reputation rights? You want me to disclose the filthy things you’ve done?

With one creator leading the way, other small bloggers responded one after another. Logically, they shouldn’t have been so defiant against a corporate legal department, but reality was quite the opposite. This time, these creators were exceptionally tough, as if they all held some sort of leverage over Xu Hao.

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