The Reborn Scummy A and the Sickly O Got Together - Chapter 58

The awkwardness lasted only a moment before Feng Baiming was hit by a wave of dizziness. She covered her mouth, nearly vomiting on the spot.

The emergency doctor asked in surprise, “Have you checked if you’re pregnant?”

Glared at irritably by Luo Mingyue, Feng Baiming weakly replied, “I think it might be a mild concussion.”

In the end, they transferred to a rehabilitation hospital late at night, spending a hefty sum to secure a private room.

Feng Baiming’s hospitalization couldn’t be hidden from her parents or the Lu family. To her parents and younger sister, she only said she had accidentally fallen and hit her head. The CT scan showed no abnormalities, but she still suffered from occasional dizziness, leading to a full-body checkup. The doctor diagnosed her with mild hypoglycemia.

The Lu family, however, knew the truth. Old Madam Lu scolded Lu Jia and decided to send the troublemaker abroad ahead of schedule, fearing further incidents.

But Lu Jia vanished without a trace. When Lu Ping finally got in touch, it turned out she was with Zhang Zhuoran, insisting she would obediently go abroad by the end of the year.

In the end, nothing went as anyone had hoped.

Feng Baiming initially thought hospitalization was an overreaction, but her dizziness gradually worsened. She spent her days in a daze, and the doctors suspected Ménière’s disease.

Fearing severe episodes, they didn’t dare leave her unattended, worried she might fall in the bathroom or on the stairs with unpredictable consequences.

A caretaker was hired for daily assistance. Luo Mingyue was willing to take over the caretaker’s role, staying by her side 24/7, but she still had school. So she shuttled between the campus and the hospital every day. Feng Baiming noticed she had lost weight in just a week and urged her not to overexert herself.

Kneeling by the bed, Luo Mingyue looked up at her, first playing the sympathy card: “If I don’t see you every day, I can’t rest easy. It’s even harder on me.”

Then she declared matter-of-factly, “If I didn’t come to stay with you while you’re hospitalized, how could I live up to the title of ‘your person’?”

Feng Baiming rubbed her temples. “Are we never getting past that line? How do you remember it so clearly?”

The beautiful female alpha suddenly lowered her head shyly. Fortunately, the private room was quiet enough to hear her soft reply: “I remember every word you’ve ever said.”

Feng Baiming was taken aback and suddenly asked, “What do you like about me?”

Instead of answering, Luo Mingyue scratched her head, stood up, and picked up an apple to peel. Feng Baiming watched as she quietly peeled and sliced the apple, placing the pieces on a white porcelain plate before handing it to her. Meeting her stubborn gaze, Luo Mingyue finally smiled faintly. “No one could dislike you.”

Feng Baiming took a piece of apple and chewed slowly, the crisp sweetness lingering on her tongue. But she wouldn’t let the other evade the truth. “You look at me as if we’ve met long ago, with an expression of deep affection. Have you ever looked in the mirror? You’re the best actor, no one could fake sorrow better than you. But you’re also the worst actor because every emotion is written all over your face.”

“At first, I really thought you were acting,” Feng Baiming suddenly said with a sly smile. “I figured it was the most unconventional way of pursuing someone I’d ever seen.”

Luo Mingyue flushed, staring at her toes. In both lifetimes, she had never pursued anyone. Feng Baiming had only been an unrequited love from her past life, a romance that never even began.

Her ears had turned red, as if flushed with shame to the point of bleeding. Feng Baiming resisted the urge to pinch the girl’s earlobes.

Suppressing her dizziness, she placed the porcelain plate on the bedside table, blinked away her smile, and simply reminded the ever-dishonest alpha before her: “I hope one day I’ll hear your answer. You should go to class now, I need to rest for a while.”

Bitterness rose on Luo Mingyue’s tongue as she picked up her backpack and muttered a few meaningless words about resting well. Before leaving, she suddenly asked, “Even if I told you, would you believe me?”

But she didn’t wait for an answer, fleeing in panic instead. All Feng Baiming was left with was the sight of her darting away, forcing her to murmur to the empty air, “You never said anything, how do you know I wouldn’t believe you?”

After a week in the hospital, Feng Baiming gradually recovered, though her sleep remained restless, often plunging her into monochrome dreams. The chief physician at the rehabilitation center listened as she explained, “I wake up but can’t remember what I dreamed only that I’m left with this lingering sadness.”

The chief replied with certainty, “Young people these days, you’re under too much psychological stress. You need to relax, get out more. Here’s what I’ll do: our psychiatric department has an excellent doctor. I’ll refer you to Dr. Zhang. You clearly show signs of anxiety and depression.”

Feng Baiming politely thanked him but firmly declined the suggestion.

Fortunately, the symptoms gradually lessened. However, on the day before her discharge, Luo Mingyue came to visit after class and found the girl curled up in deep sleep, her delicate features perfectly composed.

If asked about her aesthetic preferences, Luo Mingyue would have once said that as long as it didn’t affect health, any appearance was beautiful.

But after meeting Feng Baiming, she decided the person she liked should look exactly like this cool in demeanor, indifferent to others’ gazes, and small enough for her to carry effortlessly.

Feng Baiming was startled awake by the sound of Luo Mingyue’s ringing phone. The girl fumbled to silence it, but Feng Baiming’s nose was filled with the scent of dampness. Opening her eyes, she couldn’t recall her dream and instinctively asked, “Is it raining?”

Struggling to sit up, she added, “Answer the call. I’m awake now, sleeping half the day just made me dizzier.”

But Luo Mingyue’s expression darkened. When Feng Baiming looked, she saw the caller ID: Lu Jia.

Luo Mingyue decisively hung up, but messages immediately flooded in this time from Lu Ping.

Opening them, Luo Mingyue froze, her face shifting from shock to something far stranger. Before Feng Baiming could react, Luo Mingyue showed her the messages.

Feng Baiming scanned the first three lines as Luo Mingyue murmured blankly, “Zhang Zhuoran is dead.”

Lu Ping’s message claimed it was an accident, Zhang Zhuoran and Lu Jia had gone extreme sportsing, but due to faulty equipment, he fell from a height and died on impact.

Lu Jia, severely traumatized, was rushed to the hospital, where the ensuing chaos revealed she was nearly two months pregnant.

Feng Baiming couldn’t help but sigh at fate’s cruelty. “Zhang Zhuoran wasn’t a good person, but I never thought he’d die so young.”

Then, after a moment of thought, she added, “Lu Jia might actually marry into the Zhang family now. For her, this is an unexpected twist of fortune.”

But Luo Mingyue suddenly began trembling, her breathing ragged. A laugh escaped her, half-gasp, half-chuckle, as all traces of shock vanished, replaced by an expression of twisted, almost eerie mockery.

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