The Mad Beauty and the Sick Young Lady [Transmigration Novel] - Chapter 39

After the interview, Jiang Zhuoye returned to the production crew, continuing to be the center of attention, surrounded by the stars and filming the show.

Su Li hurriedly urged Zhu Qiyu, and the two quickly went to find another place to take photos, insisting they couldn’t stay here.

Zhu Qiyu seemed to have figured something out:

“That celebrity… do you know her?”

Su Li nodded, then shook her head:

“We were friends before, but now we’ve broken up.”

Zhu Qiyu was surprised:

“Why? She…”

Su Li:

“She did something to betray me.”

Zhu Qiyu fell silent, and the two walked in silence among the mountains.

Turning around half the mountain, Zhu Qiyu found a patch of flower sea, let Su Li touch up her makeup, and then lie down in the flowers, while she took pictures from above.

Su Li lay in the sea of flowers, showing a bright smile, waving her hands in the air.

Zhu Qiyu, who was happily snapping photos, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the other side.

Su Li was still lying down when she heard a muffled voice:

“…I need to see her… something important…”

Zhu Qiyu reached out a hand, grabbed Su Li’s arm, and helped Su Li stand up.

Su Li staggered slightly as she got up, clutching Zhu Qiyu’s arm tightly.

She could feel the muscles on Zhu Qiyu’s arm, very Alpha-like, and that slight musky scent of pheromones.

Su Li stood up and looked in the direction of the voice, and sure enough, it was Jiang Zhuoye again.

This time, Jiang Zhuoye came alone, wearing athletic wear and a sun hat. She looked youthful and vibrant.

Only her eyes weren’t as lighthearted as her outfit.

Jiang Zhuoye’s gaze fell on the arm that Zhu Qiyu was holding, then shifted away, forcing a smile:

“Su Li, I told you last time, try not to directly touch these flowers; it’s easy to get pollen allergies.”

Su Li sneezed before she even finished listening, rubbing her nose, which felt itchy indeed.

She thought, Could Jiang Zhuoye know how to use black magic? How could she be so accurate?

But what did it matter?

Su Li answered indifferently:

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

Zhu Qiyu walked around and looked at her, a complicated expression on her face, and whispered to Su Li:

“You… did you break out in a rash? You really might have a bit of a pollen allergy…”

Su Li touched her face, sneezed a few more times, and started feeling itchy all over.

She was utterly shocked:

“I never used to have pollen allergies before!”

Jiang Zhuoye said faintly from the side:

“You never used to go out either.”

Su Li:

“…”

She turned and pulled Zhu Qiyu’s sleeve:

“Let’s go down the mountain. We probably can’t shoot today.”

Zhu Qiyu immediately nodded and was about to step forward.

Jiang Zhuoye called out to them from behind:

“Take my car down the mountain; it’ll be faster. My car has special permission to drive in the scenic area and is parked nearby.”

Su Li pretended not to hear and strode forward, nearly twisting her ankle as she walked.

Zhu Qiyu quickly pulled her back and whispered in Su Li’s ear:

“Let’s just take the car.”

Su Li was unwilling in her heart, but she couldn’t appear to care too much about Jiang Zhuoye, so she had no choice but to nod at Jiang Zhuoye along with Zhu Qiyu.

The group went to the parking spot not far away. This was the same nanny van Su Li had ridden in before. Jiang Zhuoye said a word to the crew and helped support Su Li into the car.

Once Su Li got in, she sat in her seat and looked at the car door, remembering how she had once stood at the door, spreading her arms to shield Jiang Zhuoye from an attack. She felt it was quite dramatic. How could she have been so naive back then?

When she stood in front of the other person, who knew if that person was laughing at her incompetence in their heart?

However, Su Li didn’t regret it. She tried, she gave her heart, it was the other person who didn’t value or care about it, and that had nothing to do with her.

She didn’t even want to turn her head to look at Jiang Zhuoye.

Jiang Zhuoye took the initiative to chat with Zhu Qiyu, and the two got along quite well. Upon learning that Zhu Qiyu was a doctor, specializing in nephrology, Jiang Zhuoye immediately asked several questions about chronic kidney failure.

Su Li knew this was about her illness, and she also knew that Jiang Zhuoye was probably asking for her, but she didn’t want to accept the favor. She kept her eyes closed throughout the whole process and didn’t interject.

Zhu Qiyu eventually stopped talking. She wasn’t interested in the big celebrity, only in Su Li, and occasionally took care of Su Li during the journey, offering water, tidying her collar, and so on.

Su Li didn’t refuse. For some reason, she wanted Jiang Zhuoye to witness all of this.

Look, even without you, I can still make new friends.

The thinking was childish, but effective.

Since Su Li didn’t open her eyes, she didn’t see that Jiang Zhuoye had been watching their interactions the whole time, her eyes deep and dark.

Zhu Qiyu helped Su Li straighten her collar and smooth out the hem of the skirt tucked under Su Li’s body.

Jiang Zhuoye watched these actions, her fingers twitching, and her arm slightly lifted, as if she also wanted to go over and help, but she forcibly suppressed it.

The corner of her mouth lifted, but the corner of her eye drooped, with a hint of a bitter smile, and she lowered her head.

The group drove all the way to a hospital. Zhu Qiyu accompanied Su Li to register, and Jiang Zhuoye followed, fully covered, yet still unable to conceal the star’s inherent tall and graceful demeanor, attracting many glances.

Zhu Qiyu said very politely:

“Miss Jiang, you must be very busy. Why don’t you go back first? I’ll take care of things here.”

Jiang Zhuoye looked at Su Li’s back:

“I’m not quite at ease. You know, she has many illnesses that can cause a drop in her immunity. Pollen allergy might just be a symptom, we need a thorough check to be sure.”

Zhu Qiyu couldn’t help but sneer:

“Hearing that, someone who didn’t know would think you were the doctor.”

Jiang Zhuoye opened her mouth, looking at Su Li, wanting to say something but unable to, only able to watch the two of them move further and further away.

Su Li’s slightly lighter black hair was draped over her back, and she wore a small floral dress. Her figure looked slender and fragile from behind, and she walked lightly, turning her face from time to time to look at Zhu Qiyu beside her.

Su Li’s profile was serene, and when she nodded seriously, there was a bright light in the corner of her eye, very beautiful.

But that light was no longer directed at herself.

Jiang Zhuoye felt as if countless needles were pricking her heart, a dense, faint, painful sensation that made her chest hurt, and she clenched her hands into fists.

She stood there for so long, watching the two walk to the end of the long corridor, only wanting to see one thing, only wanting to confirm one guess in her mind.

Would Su Li… turn back to look at her?

But until the two figures completely disappeared into the elevator shaft, Jiang Zhuoye did not wait for Su Li’s glance back.

Instead, Zhu Qiyu looked back twice, her expression judgmental and full of hostility as she looked at Jiang Zhuoye.

What made Jiang Zhuoye slightly relieved was that Su Li’s body still intentionally kept a distance from Zhu Qiyu, with almost no physical contact.

At least there’s no need to worry about Su Li being deceived too early…

Jiang Zhuoye turned and left the hospital, got into her nanny van, reached out to cover her face, and sat blankly for a long time before saying to the driver:

“Let’s go home.”

The driver was halfway there when Jiang Zhuoye suddenly said:

“Go back to XX Huayuan.”

This was the apartment Jiang Zhuoye used to live in, the one Su Li had visited once for dinner.

When Jiang Zhuoye got home, she went straight to the study. The porcelain bowl, taped with adhesive tape, was placed in the center of the bookshelf, carefully and securely protected.

As for the other porcelain pieces on the shelf, Jiang Zhuoye glanced at them, casually picked one up, weighed it in her hand, and put it back.

She had already quit the habit of carelessly throwing things around for three months.

Jiang Zhuoye opened the bookshelf and took out a roll of comics Su Li had given her.

This roll of paper had been touched by fingers many times, and the paper quality was not very good. The edges were even slightly frayed, and the cute comic images on it were slightly blurred.

Jiang Zhuoye stared intently, not knowing how long she looked, when a tear slowly fell from the corner of her eye.

When the tear landed on the fragile page, Jiang Zhuoye suddenly panicked, wiped away the tear, and quickly rolled up the paper, tucking it into the bookcase, and closing the glass door.

She planned to find someone to laminate this paper.

Turning around, she went to the master bedroom, where several of Su Li’s paintings hung prominently on the wall.

Jiang Zhuoye had been on good terms with the auction house executive before. When the private investigator found out that Su Li was in contact with the auction house, and the auction house later came to pick up the artwork, Jiang Zhuoye set her sights on these paintings.

Each time, she bid the highest price at the opening of the auction, securing all these paintings. These few were hung up, and a few others were kept in the collection room.

In the beginning, when Jiang Zhuoye bought these paintings, she indeed had very complicated thoughts. She darkly imagined that destroying all the paintings in front of Su Li would surely drive the other person crazy.

But the more she interacted with Su Li later, the more Jiang Zhuoye felt that driving Su Li crazy was meaningless.

It wasn’t until now, with Su Li having cast her out to the Arctic Circle, that Jiang Zhuoye finally understood: she had been searching in this world for her best friend from her original world, always using Su Li as a substitute for her original best friend, trying to control and retaliate against her, and trying to pour twisted emotions onto her.

But ultimately, Su Li was not that person.

Everything she had done was meaningless; she was just losing her mind and suffering the consequences, pushing away the potential for good things with her own hands.

She was in so much pain now, which was what she deserved. As you sow, so shall you reap. She didn’t blame anyone, only regretting how stupid she had been.

Jiang Zhuoye no longer had the courage to appear in front of Su Li, but she still wanted to be closer to her, wanted to keep every trace of her, wanted to be looked at once more, wanted one more word, even if it hurt her heart.

Jiang Zhuoye watched quietly, then took out her phone and found the photo she had taken of Su Li’s painting of her.

So beautiful.

The person in Su Li’s eyes was once so beautiful.

Looking at this painting, Jiang Zhuoye suddenly realized.

She herself was dark and painful, not beautiful at all. It was Su Li’s long term trusting and beautiful gaze that had washed away the gloom on her, making her appear beautiful.

Su Li was her light, but she had pushed it away and extinguished it with her own hands.

Jiang Zhuoye hugged her phone, lay down on the bed, and let her tears soak the pillow.

Just then, her phone rang with a WeChat notification sound.

Jiang Zhuoye suddenly had a feeling, thinking it might be a message from Su Li, and quickly clicked it open.

But it was just a female Alpha she had recently added from the show, sending an ambiguous, suggestive message:

【A-Ye, can I ask you for some acting advice? I’m waiting for you in room 1305 at the XX Hotel.】

Jiang Zhuoye’s glimmer of hope instantly shattered, and she was reminded of Zhu Qiyu, who was also an Alpha.

Su Li naturally liked Alphas… and Zhu Qiyu was clearly pursuing her.

Jiang Zhuoye’s heart was aching with bitterness. She didn’t even have a reason to stop Zhu Qiyu.

She blocked the female Alpha who sent the message, and at the same time, clicked on Zhu Qiyu’s chat box, which she had just added today, and typed a line:

【Are you pursuing Su Li?】