The Possessive Villain Is Too Clingy [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 44

Chu Ning handed the transfer agreement to Li Xia, asking her to handle the procedures on her behalf.

She was simply too busy these days.

Upon learning that Old Master Chu had been hospitalized, Ye Zhixia finally relaxed. Now, she could openly accompany Chu Ning without reservation.

Xiao Mi tucked her paws in, watching Ye Zhixia intently studying stock rights in front of the computer.

“Spend as much time as you can with Ningning. You don’t have much time left in this world,” she said regretfully.

Ye Zhixia’s fingers paused abruptly over the keyboard before she replied nonchalantly, “It’s fine. I just need to see her reach the pinnacle.”

Xiao Mi sighed helplessly.

Having witnessed the progression of their relationship, she now had to watch as the couple, just about to step onto the right path, were forced to part. It left a bitter taste in her heart.

Knock, knock, knock—a sound came from outside the door.

“Come in!” Ye Zhixia called out, standing up to greet the visitor.

Chu Ning entered, her expression grim. Without preamble, she demanded that Ye Zhixia accompany her immediately.

Thinking something urgent had happened, Ye Zhixia quickly stepped forward with concern.

But when it came to specifics, Chu Ning’s mood seemed to ease slightly.

“Grandpa was admitted to Yihe Hospital. Feng Yiting is there too, and today, another new patient checked in,” Chu Ning said, raising her eyebrows inquisitively. “Guess who?”

With nearly everything settled, Ye Zhixia’s focus had been entirely on Chu Ning, so she hadn’t noticed any new developments regarding other people.

Curious, she asked, “Who?”

Chu Ning blinked slowly, then half-opened her eyes, a smirk tugging at one corner of her lips. “Feng Tianheng.”

Ye Zhixia had originally planned to present Feng Tianheng as her final gift to Chu Ning. Unexpectedly, he had delivered himself right to their doorstep.

“What’s his condition?” she frowned.

Chu Ning answered coldly, “Liver cancer. It’s already metastasized.”

Just as the two were about to leave, Chu Ning received a call from Yihe Hospital informing her that Chu Zhenhua had suffered a sudden medical emergency and was now in critical care.

She immediately had Ye Zhixia get into her car and sped to Yihe at breakneck speed.

Even Ye Zhixia was stunned—she hadn’t realized Chu Ning’s driving skills were this exceptional.

All those times Chu Ning had pretended not to know how to drive, pestering her for rides home, had been nothing but little tricks.

The thought of it filled Ye Zhixia’s heart with reluctance.

By the time they arrived at the hospital, Chu Zhenhua was still in the emergency room.

Medical staff explained to them that Chu Zhenhua had been admitted to the cardiology department. Earlier that day, a patient from the gastroenterology department had come to visit him. During their conversation, Chu Zhenhua became emotionally agitated, leading to the emergency.

The doctor’s expression was grave. “Although this happened in the hospital, the primary cause was the gastroenterology patient’s provocation. I suggest you hold him accountable.”

Chu Ning had visited the gastroenterology department several times before—Yihe’s conservative treatment for liver diseases was handled there.

Feng Yiting was bedridden and couldn’t even get up, so the only person capable of provoking Chu Zhenhua and still having the energy to return to his room had to be Feng Tianheng.

Ye Zhixia shot Chu Ning a meaningful glance.

Understanding, Chu Ning bid the doctor farewell, stating that she needed to have a word with the gastroenterology patient.

On her third visit to the gastroenterology department, the medical staff grew visibly tense at the sight of Chu Ning, refusing to let her visit the patient alone.

Chu Ning didn’t object, allowing a nurse to accompany her and Ye Zhixia to Feng Tianheng’s ward.

Feng Tianheng was not surprised by Chu Ning’s arrival. In his eyes, this daughter had surely come to confront him about her grandfather.

Chu Ning stood in the hospital room, a nurse hovering beside her, watching intently as if afraid she might say something provocative again.

“What did you say to Grandpa?” Chu Ning’s tone was indifferent, as though asking about something unrelated to her.

Tianheng, dwelling on his hopeless life, amplified his malice and boldly confessed: “Of course, I told him that his infertility, the loss of his only daughter—it was all me and my father’s doing!”

“Wait!”

“Wait!”

Ye Zhixia and Chu Ning caught the key point simultaneously.

“You did that too?” Chu Ning raised her brows, intrigued.

Feng Tianheng glanced around. “Before the Feng family collapsed, Yihe was our business. Slipping something into your grandfather’s treatment—wasn’t that child’s play?”

He expected Chu Ning to erupt in fury like her grandfather, but instead, she lowered her head and clapped. “Feng Tianheng, you’ve done brilliantly. You’ve cleared so many obstacles for me.”

Tianheng was baffled by her reaction. Did Chu Ning also have grievances against her grandfather?

“Ever heard of ‘the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind’?” Chu Ning leaned forward slightly, her back slightly hunched, her eyes filled with pity.

“A lifetime of wickedness, paving the way for me. Your Y chromosome couldn’t cling to the Feng family or the Chu empire. All for nothing, huh?” Her mocking tone made Tianheng grit his teeth in fury.

Ye Zhixia had been silent for a long while.

It wasn’t that she had nothing to say—she was observing Feng Tianheng’s composed demeanor, seemingly free from the agony of a cancer patient.

How could that be?

Wasn’t this the perfect opportunity for another “gift”?

She quietly picked up the sensory controller behind her back.

This device was originally used during high-risk missions to heighten her senses and anticipate danger.

Now, it had a new purpose.

Among countless sensations, Ye Zhixia selected pain and pressed the button, targeting Feng Tianheng.

In an instant, the man who had just been confronting Chu Ning collapsed, curling into a fetal position, trembling violently, saliva dribbling from his mouth.

Chu Ning quickly raised her hands in mock surrender. “Nurse, you saw it—this has nothing to do with me.”

Pain episodes were common for cancer patients. The nurse hurriedly called for a doctor to administer emergency painkillers.

But the medication seemed ineffective—Tianheng continued to writhe in agony.

His suffering would persist until the day he died, though that day would come soon.

Chu Ning glanced at Ye Zhixia, then smiled brightly, taking her hand as they left the room.

The moment they stepped out, Feng Yiting was wheeled into the elevator, covered by a white sheet.

–

On the day Chu Ning became the largest shareholder of the Chu Corporation, Ye Zhixia was the most exhausted—after all, she had to push the paralyzed Chu Zhenhua to witness the event from the sidelines.

Media reports painted a touching tale: the former chairman, struck by misfortune, left paralyzed, while his granddaughter, who had suspended her studies, stepped up in crisis, saving the company and becoming a legend in the industry.

Chu Zhenhua, his mouth twisted, watched his granddaughter’s triumphant speech on stage, resentment burning in his eyes—but he couldn’t utter a word.

He whimpered, tears and drool mingling on his face.

“Look, the old chairman is moved to tears,” the surrounding employees remarked, pointing at him.

Hearing the employee’s words, Chu Zhenhua grew both angry and anxious, his incoherent sounds growing louder.

The employee added, “Hmm, the old chairman is praising me for being right.”

On the way home that evening, Ye Zhixia was lost in thought. Nearly four years had passed since she arrived in this world, and she found herself hesitating over whether to stay or leave.

Although, as a minister, there were likely many missions awaiting her in other worlds, still…

“Xiaxia, would you accompany me to visit my mother tomorrow?”

Chu Ning’s voice pulled her back to reality.

“Tomorrow? Sure,” Ye Zhixia agreed readily.

–

It was now deep winter, and light snow drifted over Haicheng, melting into watery traces as soon as it touched the ground.

Ye Zhixia held an umbrella, tilting it toward Chu Ning. Both wore long black wool coats, their solemnity standing out in the quiet cemetery.

Fresh flowers, vibrant in color, adorned Chu Yunshu’s grave, tiny snowflakes dusting them like a thin layer of frost.

Clearly, someone had visited recently.

Chu Ning bent down to tidy the items in front of her mother’s grave.

Ye Zhixia stretched the umbrella forward, shielding the crouching Chu Ning from the falling snow.

Willow-catkin-like snowflakes gently settled on Ye Zhixia’s hair and shoulders.

Once Chu Ning finished arranging everything, she pushed herself up with a faint smile, her nose tinged red.

She recounted the family’s events over the years to her mother as if telling a story.

She promised her mother that she would live with her aunt from now on, ensuring she wouldn’t be lonely, and that her brother would be free to pursue his dreams. As for the Chu Corporation, she would continue the talent program and select an outstanding successor from it…

“Xiaxia-jie, do you think… Mom ever regretted it? Regretted being born into the Chu family, regretted not leaving with Aunt back then?” Chu Ning asked in a conversational tone.

Ye Zhixia looked at the young woman before her, hesitant to offer a casual judgment.

If she said Chu Yunshu had regretted it, wouldn’t that imply she regretted having this daughter?

“Life doesn’t come with regrets. If your mother could see all you’ve achieved today, she’d be proud of you,” Ye Zhixia said, wanting only to comfort Chu Ning.

But recalling Chu Yunshu’s story, she added wistfully, “Though… there might have been some things she wished had been different.”

Chu Ning immediately nodded. “Yes, wishes—not regrets.”

“If she had left with Aunt back then, she might have had a happier life, or perhaps more extraordinary experiences.”

“She didn’t regret the life she lived, but the paths she couldn’t choose—those are the things she wished for.”

Listening to Chu Ning’s words, Ye Zhixia felt a pang in her heart.

“Look, these flowers—I’ve seen them all in Aunt’s garden,” Chu Ning said, pointing to the bouquet she had gathered. “The little golden retriever got playful and tried to chew them once, and Aunt spanked him for it.”

She chuckled softly, then looked up at the sky.

“The word ‘wish’ is so complicated—it takes a lifetime to write.”

Chu Ning fell silent, and Ye Zhixia’s throat tightened as if something were lodged in it.

The surroundings were empty, the only sound the distant honk of a car horn from the foot of the mountain.

After a long pause, Ye Zhixia reached out and pulled Chu Ning into her arms.

Chu Ning leaned slightly, resting her head against Ye Zhixia’s shoulder, whispering almost inaudibly, “Xiaxia… how long can you stay with me?”

Ye Zhixia exhaled deeply, her gaze drifting to the spirit of Chu Yunshu sitting atop the tombstone.

–

Early the next morning, Chu Ning knocked on Ye Zhixia’s door but received no answer for a long time.

Pushing the door open lightly, she saw the bed neatly made. Ye Zhixia’s suitcase, which had been in the corner, was gone, and the items on the dressing table had been cleared away.

Chu Ning held her breath as she stepped inside, running her hands over the chairs, table, and bedsheets, breathing in the lingering scent of jasmine that Ye Zhixia had left behind.

Once, on a certain day, she had heard voices inside before entering and pressed her ear against the door to listen.

From that moment on, she knew there was an invisible little girl by Ye Zhixia’s side, always discussing how to help her.

Later, she also learned that Ye Zhixia was planning to leave.

She wasn’t entirely sure what kind of departure Ye Zhixia meant—perhaps cutting off contact with her, leaving Haicheng, or maybe even going abroad…

She lay down on the bed, letting Ye Zhixia’s scent envelop her as if she hadn’t left yet.

Just as she was holding her breath, afraid to exhale too heavily and disperse the fragrance, the sound of rolling wheels and Ye Zhixia’s distinct footsteps came from the open doorway.

Chu Ning sprang up like a carp leaping from water and rushed outside to see who it was.

Ye Zhixia was drenched in sweat, pushing two suitcases nearly half her height. One of them veered off course and crashed into the corridor wall.

With a loud thud, a dent appeared on the white wall.

Seeing that Chu Ning had witnessed this, Ye Zhixia tried to salvage some dignity: “Uh, no big deal. I’ll patch it up with putty later.”

Chu Ning suppressed her excitement and demanded, “Why did you take the old suitcase?”

Ye Zhixia wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Too much stuff. That suitcase is still useful—it’s waiting for me in the parking lot to be brought up.”

Still annoyed, Chu Ning asked, “And why did you clear everything from the dressing table?”

Ye Zhixia answered honestly, “They were all empty bottles. I packed them in the suitcase to throw away.”

Taking a deep breath, Chu Ning rushed forward in a few steps and wrapped her arms tightly around Ye Zhixia’s neck.

The other large suitcase slid toward the opposite side of the corridor, hitting the wooden railing with another loud thud, leaving a dent.

Unable to tend to both sides, Ye Zhixia could only hold Chu Ning helplessly while staring ahead.

After spending half her savings to exchange for thirty years of vacation in this world, she was already back to work on the very first day…

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