The Sickly Senior Sister Ran Away After We Got Intimate - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Bullying, This Is Simply Too Much Bullying!

Bu Lanfang asked tentatively, “Want to hear more?” Without waiting for He Chen’s response, she continued the narrative on her own.

“Since that tragic massacre over ten years ago, strange occurrences have frequently plagued the old Yunwu Sect estate. At midnight, mournful wails often drift out—sounds so shrill they make one’s skin crawl. Every time a rainy night passes, the manor is found covered in blood-red stains. During the Qingming and Zhongyuan festivals, paper money falls like snow, dancing through the sky…”

He Chen gripped the corner of her quilt tightly, listening with rapt attention. Bu Lanfang suddenly stopped, asking mysteriously, “Junior Sister, listen.”

He Chen involuntarily held her breath, her voice trembling as she asked, “What… what is it, Third Senior Sister?”

The lights in the room had long been extinguished. Faint moonlight filtered through the window paper, spilling into the dim interior. The stifling heat of a summer night permeated the air. At that moment, an unusual sound broke through the silence.

Faint sounds of crickets and frogs were interspersed with the mournful cries of jackals echoing in the night sky. Suddenly, a gust of wind rose outside, whistling under the eaves like an invisible hand plucking the wind chimes, causing them to emit a low, hurried clatter.

Bu Lanfang suppressed a laugh and asked eerily, “Junior Sister, listen. Doesn’t that sound—doesn’t it sound like the midnight wails of the Yunwu Sect?”

He Chen swallowed hard and pulled her head inside the covers, stammering, “H-how should I know? I’ve never been down the mountain. Don’t say any more, Third Senior Sister, it’s creepy. I’m going to sleep.”

“Ah—” Bu Lanfang let out a yawn. Seeing that her goal was achieved, she turned over contentedly and said lazily, “Little Junior Sister, hurry up and sleep.”

After hearing the story, He Chen felt a bit spooked, but her heart was still set on delivering the ginger tea to Wen Yingyi. She wasn’t sleepy to begin with, and Bu Lanfang’s scare had made her even more alert. Though anxious and fearful, she could only curl up silently in her blankets and wait for her watcher to fall into a deep sleep.

Fortunately, Bu Lanfang didn’t make her wait long. Before long, loud snoring filled the room.

Taking a lesson from her previous attempt, He Chen didn’t rush. She waited until the snoring grew louder, then whispered Bu Lanfang’s name twice. Once certain she was sound asleep, she moved with light steps to put on her shoes and get out of bed.

After taking two steps, she felt a strange sensation in her abdomen. She wondered why it had felt bloated for a while now—was she going to have an upset stomach?

Reaching the door, she suddenly remembered the cloth tiger left on the bed. She turned back to retrieve it, clutching it tightly to her chest. Only then, satisfied, did she brace her waist and endure the pain to slip out the door.

By now, the ginger tea had gone cold. He Chen rubbed her stomach as she walked to the kitchen to reheat it before carrying it to Wen Yingyi’s residence.

After all the trouble and physical discomfort, it was nearly the end of the Hour of the Pig (11 PM) by the time He Chen reached Wen Yingyi’s door. She had been burning with impatience, but once at the door, she hesitated.

Before she even got close, she had seen the flickering candlelight from afar, but as she approached, she watched with her own eyes as the light inside was extinguished.

Thinking Wen Yingyi had already gone to bed, she paced outside, wanting to knock but not bearing to wake her.

Inside the room, Wen Yingyi sat cross-legged on the bed, her posture straight and eyes closed. Her breathing was steady as she circulated her internal energy to regulate her breath. She had noticed the slight movements outside long ago and recognized the “sneaky” person as He Chen; that was why she had snuffed the candle—to persuade He Chen to turn back.

Usually, her senses would dull significantly before and after a gu-poison flare-up, but now they were exceptionally sharp. Even through the door, she could catch He Chen’s scent in the air, along with that ginger smell she disliked.

Recalling the morning’s flare-up, she had struggled to listen and only identified the footsteps of three people, failing to realize He Chen was on Xiang Qingqing’s back. Could this also be the effect of the “Ten Thousand Wonders Bone-Eroding Pill”?

“Senior Sister, are you asleep?” He Chen finally couldn’t help but ask.

How reckless, Wen Yingyi thought. She has injuries; what if she trips in the dark?

Wen Yingyi slowly opened her eyes, resting her hands together in front of her chest with fingertips touching. She said coldly, “I was preparing to rest. Second Senior Sister sent ginger soup earlier and I have already taken it. It is late; you should go back early.”

Hearing this, the light in He Chen’s eyes dimmed. She hadn’t expected to be too late. Amidst her disappointment, a realization struck her.

Wait, the ginger tea was something she asked Xiang Qingqing to help brew. How would Second Senior Sister know to prepare it for Wen Yingyi? She knew very well that Wen Yingyi disliked the smell of ginger.

It turned out Wen Yingyi had smelled the ginger and made up a lie. But if she didn’t drink it, how could her body recover smoothly?

“Senior Sister, I’m scared—” He Chen’s voice carried a hint of grievance. “Third Senior Sister told ghost stories for so long. She’s fine, she fell asleep right after, but can I stay with you for one night?”

“…”

Fifteen already, and still so clingy.

Wen Yingyi stood up, shaking her head with a sigh. These were the tricks He Chen often used as a child. “I am unwell and cannot look after you. Go find Second Senior Sister.”

Though her words were a rejection, she found herself walking toward the door. The unpleasant smell of ginger wafted toward her, forcing her to raise a hand to cover her nose.

Hearing Wen Yingyi tell her to go back to Xiang Qingqing made He Chen’s nose tingle; she felt incredibly aggrieved. She had waited for Bu Lanfang to fall asleep, listened to hair-raising ghost stories, endured the pain to reheat the ginger tea, and walked through the dark enduring mosquito bites just to get here. Her body felt sticky, her medicine hadn’t been applied, and she was uncomfortable all over.

Yet Wen Yingyi not only showed no appreciation but wanted to send her away. The more she thought, the more her heart ached, and her eyes filled with tears. Letting it go was absolutely impossible.

“B-but, my waist hurts, and my hand hurts. I’ve used all my strength just to walk here; I really can’t walk back.” He Chen resorted to her old tricks, her voice carrying a sob that was genuine emotion.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”

After standing outside for only a moment, the summer night mosquitoes swarmed in, circling He Chen. She was already frustrated, and the mosquitoes chose this moment to harass her.

“Bullying, this is simply too much bullying!”

He Chen held the ginger tea in one hand and swatted at the mosquitoes with the other. The mosquitoes seemed to be working against her; when she swatted in front, they went behind. She was so angry she stamped her feet repeatedly.

One stamp aggravated her waist injury, causing her to cry out in pain, “Ah—it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!”

Wen Yingyi’s brow furrowed. She checked her pulse; it was still relatively stable.

Click. The door opened.

He Chen was still venting her anger at the dark air, flailing wildly, when she heard the door sound behind her. Her heart leaped with joy. Forgetting the pain in her waist, she turned around hurriedly.

Unexpectedly, her foot missed its mark. She stumbled, falling straight backward, and the ginger tea in her hand began to slip.

“Ah—” He Chen screamed. It was all over…

“Careful—” Wen Yingyi was lightning-fast. She instantly executed the “Phantom Step,” rushing forward with incredible speed. She steadily caught He Chen’s willow waist while simultaneously using internal energy to draw the falling ginger tea back into her palm before it hit the ground.

She had originally intended to let the oil jar fall, but thinking of He Chen’s hard work in brewing it and the pain she endured to bring it through the dark, she couldn’t bear it and saved it.

Wen Yingyi gently supported He Chen. Once she was steady, Wen Yingyi released her hold and asked, “Are there any sprains?”

“It hurts—” He Chen was still shaken, nodding blankly. She left Wen Yingyi’s embrace reluctantly, her eyes full of longing. “Senior Sister, my waist hurts…”

Then, a flash of astonishment crossed her eyes. Senior Sister… she knows martial arts?

She had seen with her own eyes Wen Yingyi flicker and appear before her in an instant—so fast she was only a blur. And the ginger tea, which was in an oil jar to keep it warm, had slipped from her hand only to be caught steadily by Wen Yingyi…

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