The Female Lead of the Abusive Novel Can Hear My Heart's Voice - Chapter 33

“Xia Chi…” Xia Mu Cai spoke weakly on Xia Chi’s back, her stomach churning violently. “I want to…”

Xia Chi: “You want what?”

“to vomit.”

She threw up, as if releasing a flood of turmoil inside her stomach.

Quickly jumping off Xia Chi’s back, she saw a trash can by the roadside through her blurry vision. She hugged it and vomited, almost falling headfirst into it.

If no one had stopped her, she might have just slept there hugging the trash can all night.

Xia Chi looked at her with a mix of anger and amusement, gently patting her back.

She didn’t say things like, “You can’t drink but still go to a bar to be a hostess.”

She just kept patting her back softly to ease her discomfort.

Xia Mu Cai vomited into the trash can for over ten minutes. Gradually, her stomach felt less upset. Supporting herself on the trash can, she nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice. The next moment, she fell asleep.

Such a carefree person, she could even sleep there.

Fortunately, Xia Chi wrapped one arm around her and carried her horizontally back to the hotel.

The scent of sandalwood made her sleep even more comfortably.

The door of Room 802 opened, Xia Chi placed her on the bed and left without leaving a trace.

Sunlight streamed through the window, shining golden on the hotel’s white bed. She woke up feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over, smelling the stench on herself and feeling disgusted.

Well, it was already one in the afternoon.

She really got drunk last night, but she managed to find her way back on her own.

She dreamed of Xia Chi but had no memory of it.

In fact, she didn’t even know how she got back to the hotel and ended up sleeping on the bed.

If it weren’t for the rumbling in her stomach and the smell of alcohol on her body, she’d have suspected she never even went to the bar.

Thinking of the flyer distributing job she had this afternoon, her coworkers were probably already waiting in the bear costume.

She stayed still on the bed for a while before pulling back the covers and walking barefoot into the bathroom.

She threw her clothes into the washing machine and listened to its humming. Under the warm spray of the shower, she washed away the filth and stepped out feeling fresh and clean.

She arrived at the flyer distribution spot right at 2 p.m.

The scorching autumn heat turned the ground into a burning fire pit. People walking on the street looked like roasted grasshoppers, hurrying along, avoiding places without shade.

Xia Mu Cai wore the bear costume, but hadn’t handed out a single flyer for half a day. When she finally found someone and offered a flyer, the person opened her hand and waved her away.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She removed the headpiece and hid in the shade to rest.

Seeing the diligent bear who seemed unbothered by the heat still handing out flyers, she went over and pulled the bear’s hand. “Take a break too, you’ve been at it for half an hour. You might get heatstroke.”

The bear nodded.

Seeing the bear had handed out twice as many flyers as her, it felt like she was envying someone’s hard work bad influence from the overachiever.

But it was meant as kindness to get someone to slack off with her. What if she got heatstroke?

Not wanting to think too much, she pointed to the shaded corner by the tree. “You rest over there, and I’ll go buy some water. Remember to take off your headpiece and cool down, okay?”

The bear nodded again and obediently walked to the corner she pointed to, but didn’t take off the headpiece.

She didn’t pay much attention, just focused on buying water and then lying on the ground to nap.

The drunkenness from last night still hadn’t completely worn off. She was exhausted and dizzy her feet felt like stepping on cotton.

In no time, she bought two bottles of mineral water one for the bear and one for herself.

She originally wanted to treat herself to an ice cream cone, but felt so weak that she might just fall asleep before getting it.

Seeing her staggering, the bear quickly stood up and helped support her. She leaned on the bear, soft and comforting like a pillow, despite the heat.

She mustered her last bit of strength and forced a smile. “Here’s the water for you, remember to drink it. I’m so tired, shouldn’t have drunk last night.”

The bear didn’t say anything, just helped her sit down in the spot she had just rested in, using her thigh as a pillow.

Xia Mu Cai’s lips were pale like white paper, her forehead damp with cold sweat—clearly showing signs of heatstroke.

She slowly closed her eyes, consciousness drifting, but didn’t completely lose it.

A worried voice came from her ear her first time hearing the bear speak “Wake up, wake up.”

The voice was beautiful, like a mountain stream flowing gently, soothing and familiar.

She couldn’t recall whose voice it resembled, but it sounded like the bear’s.

Her mind was a mess.

She forced one eyelid open, squinting through the haze, seeing a pale pointed chin and rosy lips.

She didn’t know what the bear looked like without the headpiece, but judging by the chin and lips, it must be a beautiful person.

That half-opened eye closed again, consciousness slipping away, and everything else went blank.

She slept on the bear’s thigh for a long time.

Passersby stopped to watch the scene a pair of well looking women sitting in the corner of the city like they were shooting photos.

The slightly rundown building and their dusty costumes gave an apocalyptic vibe.

Someone raised a phone to take a photo, but Xia Chi glanced coldly, freezing the person’s movement. The person was scared.

Black hair and cold demeanor, somewhat like Tomie from horror manga.

Xia Mu Cai said Xia Chi suited black for this reason.

Xia Chi carried her horizontally. She was sleeping soundly, unresponsive to the outside world.

They arrived at the clothing store owner’s place. Sister Li asked Xia Chi what was wrong. Xia Chi simply said, “She fell asleep.”

Sister Li was surprised, eyes glancing at the person in Xia Chi’s arms, noticing her steady breathing and soft snores.

Okay, the girl was pretty carefree.

She immediately felt grateful that the coworker arranged for Xia Mu Cai was a woman; otherwise, something bad might have happened.

“Put her on the reclining chair. You should take off your costume too, it’s so hot.”

Xia Chi nodded. With Sister Li’s help, she laid Xia Mu Cai down and quietly watched over her.

Biting her lip, Xia Chi turned and smiled helplessly at Sister Li. “Please take care of her. I have some things to attend to.”

“Okay.”

Sister Li tapped her chin and said, “I didn’t expect you to be so pretty. Interested in being my model?”

Xia Chi gave a half-smile and waved her hand. “No.”

Sister Li sighed, not understanding why pretty people don’t like taking photos.

She waved them off, thinking she missed a chance to get rich. Xia Chi’s face could become famous overnight.

Xia Chi glanced at Xia Mu Cai one last time, holding back reluctance, then left. “I’m going, thanks for taking care of her.”

The sun set, the orange glow falling on the horizon.

Outside, the lights brightened, people gathered, noisy and bustling.

Xia Mu Cai woke up, with Sister Li watching over her.

Seeing her awake, Sister Li asked casually, “Awake? Any discomfort?”

She shook her head, still a bit unfocused.

“Rest here a bit more, I have to get busy.”

She nodded, “Okay.”

The small clothing store was really packed; just one reclining chair seemed to fill the whole place.

After resting for a while, Xia Mu Cai thought about the bear should be the bear who brought her here. Where had she gone?

At the back of the store was a sewing machine, Sister Li sitting there sewing.

She stood up, still a little dizzy, steadying herself on the chair. “Sister Li, where did the bear go?”

Sister Li paused the machine, looked over the rim of her glasses, her gaze pressing. “It’s so late, she probably went home.”

She felt she’d asked a silly question.

Feeling a bit better, she walked over to Sister Li watching her sew.

A garment splattered with what looked like ink caught her eye. She lightly touched it. The fabric was delicate and textured, clearly not cheap.

It made her think that if Xia Chi wore it, it’d definitely look good changing from silent and gloomy to the silent, aloof top disciple of a cultivation sect or something.

Xia Chi would look ethereal and gorgeous in it. If she hadn’t done something wrong to Xia Chi, she’d buy this and give it to her.

She’d put it on herself, then show it off online.

Unconsciously, she smiled faintly, then returned to calm.

After all, she had wronged Xia Chi. It was only right if Xia Chi hated or wanted to kill her.

Now she was afraid and hiding like a turtle.

Her chest felt like it was blocked by a heavy stone, her breath stifled, as if someone was stabbing her heart with needles. Why did it hurt so much?

“Sister Li, how much is this garment?”

Sister Li saw Xia Mu Cai staring at the piece for a long time and pushed up her glasses. “If you model for me for a day, I’ll give it to you.”

Xia Mu Cai: “…”

“I’m serious. It’s really nice.”

“I’m serious too. If you model for me for a day, I’ll give it to you.”

Xia Mu Cai: “Then forget it.”

There was no way Xia Chi would accept a gift from her now not before, maybe, but definitely not now.

“Hey hey hey, 30,000 yuan, I’ll give you a discount. Just 30,000.”

Sister Li thought: If you have money but don’t take it, you’re a fool.

Xia Mu Cai touched the fabric, not thinking 30,000 yuan was much, and immediately agreed. “Keep it for me. I’ll buy it as soon as I have the money.”

“You can write an IOU,” Sister Li whispered.

“Then wrap it up for me. I’ll definitely pay you back.”

“I have to charge interest. Really, you should just model for me for a day, and I’ll give it to you.”

Xia Mu Cai: “…”

How long would it take to earn 30,000 working like this? She’d never save that much before Xia Chi stopped her.

Making 30,000 yuan for one day of modeling was a heart-racing thought.

Temptation hit fast. She bit her lip and asked, “Really?”

The woman’s eyes lit up with excitement, she jumped up from the sewing machine. “Of course!”