Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

In this moment of danger, a buzzing sound erupted in Cen Xia’s head, followed by a cold, mechanical voice.

System cheat function has been activated. Skill: Attack. Do you want to use this skill now, Host?

In this situation, Cen Xia didn’t hesitate for a second and chose to use the skill.

A blue control panel popped up, displaying a selection for attack power levels from one to ten with corresponding descriptions. Cen Xia glanced at the approaching assassins, didn’t even look at the descriptions, and decisively chose “level ten.”

The mechanical voice kindly reminded her.

Level ten is the strongest attack mode. It requires an exchange of ten percentage points of happiness value and will cause significant harm to your body. Please confirm if you want to use this level, Host.

Cen Xia: Use it!

Happiness points can be earned back, and a physical injury can be healed slowly. But life cannot be lost. There is only one Ji Wanqing.

System: The host is wise. As long as the green mountains remain, there’s no need to worry about firewood.

Cen Xia: …

The assassins were getting closer. Ji Wanqing, frail as she was, stood tall in her wheelchair, her eyes showing no fear. Even if she were to die, she would protect the girl behind her first.

“Miss Ji, our apologies!” the leader of the assassins said.

The others behind him quickened their pace, tightening their grip on their knives, a ruthless look on their faces.

Cheat skill selection is complete. Please wait…

As the mechanical voice ended, the assassins rushed forward like fierce hounds. Cen Xia’s body suddenly trembled, filled with power. She did a front flip, kicking the two leading assassins in the chest. The force was so great that they were sent flying two meters away, stumbling several times before they managed to steady themselves.

Cen Xia didn’t even have time to react before another assassin charged at her.

Mechanical voice: Attack, spin, side kick!

She took a big step forward with her long legs, did a 360-degree high-air spin, and a whirlwind kick landed on the man’s neck, pinning him down. Cen Xia had no idea what she had just done.

The mechanical voice said, Dodge!

She hadn’t even seen the person’s shadow when she locked her arm and effortlessly took down the man who came to help.

It had been less than a minute, and only one of the assassins was left.

The man was holding his knife and charging forward with all his might. Cen Xia didn’t even have to think about how to counter him; her body quickly ran forward. When they met, she lifted her foot, kicking the man squarely in the groin. The man howled in pain.

When Cen Xia came to her senses, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

The mechanical voice suddenly appeared: Host, you are using level ten attack mode. Please remain serious.

Cen Xia heard this, put her hands together, and cracked her knuckles. “Is there anyone else who’s not convinced? Come fight me!”

The system warned her again: Host, you are using level ten attack mode. Please remain serious. Do not alter the instructions without permission.

Cen Xia reined herself in and looked back at Ji Wanqing.

The young lady’s condition was not very good at this moment. She was holding herself up in her wheelchair, her face paler than a sheet of paper. Her hair was drenched in sweat, and her wet clothes clung to her chest, vaguely outlining her figure. Even in this state, she was still tightly clutching the little cat in her arms.

Cen Xia looked at her, and her earlier smugness finally faded. She didn’t think twice. She ran over, knelt down in front of her, and held her cold hands, starting to comfort her.

“Sister, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve sent the bad guys running! We’re safe, don’t worry…”

The mechanical voice warned her again: Host Cen Xia, you are using level ten attack mode. Please maintain the killer persona.

Cen Xia: …

Under Cen Xia’s repeated reassurances, Ji Wanqing finally regained some consciousness. She grabbed Cen Xia’s hands and held them tightly, so hard that both their knuckles turned white.

The ball of fur on her lap sensed the danger and let out a “wah-oh” scream. It jumped out of Ji Wanqing’s arms, crouched on the ground, its fur bristling, its squirrel-like tail flared out, and its whiskers twitching as it let out a threatening growl.

The hesitant assassins saw this and yelled, “Quick… quick, kill that cat!”

Just then, one of the men picked up a brick from the ground and threw it with lightning speed. Cen Xia’s mind froze for a second. Ji Wanqing’s wheelchair rolled forward, and she turned, shielding the cat.

Cen Xia didn’t have time to react. She instinctively leaped up and stood in front of her. The brick hit her squarely in the back. With a sharp pain, she yelled, “Damn it!” She was about to ask, “Why didn’t you react in time, you useless system?”

The mechanical voice rang out slowly: Ding, happiness value is critically low. Attack level will be reduced to the weakest in 10S.

Countdown begins: ten… nine… eight…

Her mind went blank. Just then, a familiar voice suddenly appeared: “Miss!”

Cen Xia had an idea. She shivered her shoulders, moved her back that had been hit by the brick, then slowly turned around and looked at the assassins, a smile playing on her lips. “My friend has called for backup. Our brothers will be here in two minutes. Do you still want to fight?”

Her “friend” Tang Shaoyun: ?

The assassins: Do we still want to fight?

As the system’s countdown ended, Cen Xia’s body was covered in cold sweat. The evening breeze made her back feel chilly, but the confidence on her face remained unchanged. At this moment, Tang Shaoyun also cooperated by shrugging his shoulders, his Grim Reaper-like eyes staring at the enemy.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Finally, under the gaze of these two “big bosses,” the assassins hesitantly picked up their weapons and slowly retreated in the direction they came from. As they left, the one who was kicked in the groin didn’t forget to point at Cen Xia’s nose and yell, “You little bitch, you’ll pay for this!”

Cen Xia: …

After the fight, she gave Tang Shaoyun a look, signaling him to quickly catch the cat.

Ten seconds later, Director Tang, a grown man, was half-crouched on the ground, cooing and purring at the fierce little ragdoll cat. “Meow~ Meow~ Meow~”

Cen Xia: …

She turned her head and winked at the barely-hanging-on young lady of the Ji family. “Sister, look how cute Director Tang is!”

Ji Wanqing’s nervous tension finally relaxed. Before she could even feel the physical discomfort, the girl who was just smiling at her collapsed right in front of her.

She parted her lips, and with a voice that was almost imperceptible, she called out her name.

At the same time, the cold, mechanical voice issued another warning.

Happiness index is nearing critical value. Cheat function is forcibly terminated. The host will fall into a coma in three seconds.

When Cen Xia woke up, she was in a hospital bed. A sensation like an electric shock spread through her body, pushing her pain receptors to the extreme. After a while, she was able to open her eyes and vaguely look at her surroundings.

Ji Wanqing’s suit jacket was wrapped around her sweat-soaked white dress. Her frail body was leaning against the back of the wheelchair with a solemn and serious expression. Director Tang stood silently opposite her, holding a ragdoll cat.

Cen Xia found it a little funny, but a second later, her eyelids closed uncontrollably. She could only hear Tang Shaoyun’s anxious report.

“Miss, Dr. Yan is on his way. I just asked the director. Miss Cen, she…”

Before he could finish, the young lady of the Ji family made a strong hand gesture to cut him off.

—How long will it take for him to get here?

“About seven or eight minutes!” Tang Shaoyun glanced at Cen Xia, who was trembling in the hospital bed, and said carefully, “If you’re really worried, Miss, why don’t we have the other doctors in the hospital give her an IV to ease the pain? I’ve checked. The hospital staff are all people we know. It won’t be like it was back then…”

He was interrupted by a look from Ji Wanqing.

Cen Xia, half-awake, heard the words “back then.” She used all her strength to focus her eyes. She saw Ji Wanqing’s slender arm waving rapidly in the air, her frail body trembling.

—No medicine. No medicine that hasn’t been checked by Yan Shuang can be used on her!

Cen Xia looked at the emotional young lady and tried to move her lips to say “Sister,” but the sudden increase in pain made her body convulse, and she immediately passed out.

When Yan Shuang arrived, Cen Xia had regained a little consciousness, but the intense electric shock she had just experienced prevented her from focusing her vision. She could only rely on her hearing to judge the situation in the room.

The hospital director and the main medical staff gathered in the room to discuss the situation with Yan Shuang. Their voices made the environment noisy, but it quickly quieted down.

After everyone had left, only Yan Shuang remained. He checked the medicine they had prepared one by one, and after confirming there were no problems, he bowed to Ji Wanqing.

“Miss, the medicine is normal!”

Ji Wanqing’s tense nerves relaxed a little when she heard this. She nodded to Yan Shuang, signaling her to administer the medicine.

Yan Shuang took out a needle, expertly wiped a spot on Cen Xia’s hand, and inserted the sharp needle into her vein. The red blood was gradually replaced by the clear liquid in the tube. The moment the medicine entered her bloodstream, Cen Xia heard that cold, familiar voice.

Host’s body is recovering. Please wait…

With the system’s voice, the pain of the electric current that had been coursing through her body was suddenly cut off, as if someone had pulled the plug. It was replaced by a deep, deep sense of exhaustion.

Cen Xia lay in the hospital bed, feeling dazed as if she had just woken from a long dream. She recalled their conversation in the room and seemed to understand the reason for the pain relief. It wasn’t the medicine; it was the fact that the mission target had made the choice to use the medicine on her.

So, Ji Wanqing’s decision could even affect her life or death at a critical moment?

Cen Xia struggled to open her eyes and looked around.

Yan Shuang held the IV bag in one hand and his medical bag in the other. He stood in front of Ji Wanqing and bowed his head to report. “Miss, Miss Cen is fine now. She is just severely exhausted and needs rest. I’ve given her a nutrient solution. She will wake up in half an hour at most. You don’t have to worry too much!”

Ji Wanqing raised her hand, signaling for him to leave briefly.

Yan Shuang bowed. “Yes, Miss. Call me anytime if there are any problems!” He turned and left. Ji Wanqing glanced at Tang Shaoyun, and Director Tang, holding a pet cat, also followed him out.

After they left, Ji Wanqing placed one hand on her chest and the other on her temple. She closed her eyes and rested for a long time, forcing down the panic in her chest. She opened her eyes, wanting to go and see the girl in the hospital bed, but when she looked up, she saw that Cen Xia was already awake.

Their eyes met. Cen Xia’s dry lips parted, and she said, “Sister.”

Ji Wanqing’s hand, which was on the wheelchair, paused. She didn’t rush to her. She just looked at her with her dark eyes.

Cen Xia looked at her, her mind blank for a moment, then a cold, mechanical voice filled her head.

Congratulations, Host. Happiness index has increased by 10 percentage points. Your current happiness value is 10.0001.

This was the biggest increase in happiness value ever, and Cen Xia was a little slow to react. She looked at the girl, and the words of Tang Shaoyun and Dr. Yan once again filled her mind.

—The medicine is normal…

—The hospital staff are all people we know. It won’t be like it was back then…

Although she was confident in her previous guesses, now that the truth of Ji Wanqing’s abuse was confirmed, she still couldn’t accept it for her. As she thought, the indignation in Cen Xia’s eyes overshadowed her usual innocence. She instinctively furrowed her brow.

Ji Wanqing wheeled her wheelchair over, and her cold fingertips touched her forehead.

She raised her hand.

—Where does it hurt?

Looking at her anxious face, Cen Xia hid the resentment in her heart. Her pale lips curved, and she struggled to sit up. Ji Wanqing quickly reached out to help her.

Cen Xia leaned her body to the side, and one of her hands vaguely wrapped around Ji Wanqing’s shoulder.

At this moment, she just wanted to give this tormented girl a hug.

Ji Wanqing was stunned and remained in her arms in an awkward position for half a second.

Cen Xia let go of her hand and helped tuck her messy bangs behind her ear. Her eyes looked at her with determination. “Sister, you have to get well soon. Only then will you prevent the people who want to harm you from succeeding!”

Ji Wanqing’s expression was blank. The words had to be replayed in her mind several times before they were absorbed. She analyzed each word with difficulty. After a long time, a few glistening tears fell from her vulnerable eyes like pearls.

She reached out to wipe them away, but Cen Xia stopped her.

She took her hand and held it tightly, forcing Ji Wanqing to look at her. She said, “Sister, if it hurts so much, just cry for a little while!”

Ji Wanqing’s eyes were red. She bit her lip, trying her best to hold back the tears. She tried desperately to hold back the moisture in her eyes, but in the end, she couldn’t. She sniffled, and the tears flowed down.

In the next second, she leaned on the side of the bed, her forehead resting on Cen Xia’s hand, and her shoulders started to tremble. She couldn’t make a sound, but her body was uncontrollably convulsing. The memories of the past came rushing back like a tide.

They drugged her, her throat was damaged, and she couldn’t make a sound…

They confined her to the hospital bed, hired the best doctors, and gave her IV drips repeatedly, not allowing her to go to the bathroom…

They demanded she hand over her shares. She refused, and the “virtuous” mother who had deceived her for so many years would guard her hospital bed every day while she was in a coma, calmly and gently repeating the cause of her mother’s death and the truth of what happened back then…

Ji Wanqing was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. Cen Xia immediately pulled her arm with the IV needle out, turned to the side, and gently patted her back to soothe her.

Such suffocating experiences, if not for her strong will, a normal person couldn’t have endured them. She had held it in for so long and needed an outlet. Cen Xia didn’t stop her or comfort her.

A few minutes later, Ji Wanqing’s emotions calmed down, but she felt dizzy. She looked up, and a thick blackness blocked her vision, but she heard that familiar voice.

Cen Xia said, “Congratulations, Miss Ji Wanqing. Your darkness has passed, and the dawn is beckoning to you. Do you see it? Over here, over here!”

Ji Wanqing pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, forcing her eyes to focus. She immediately saw someone’s hand waving enthusiastically. Finally, she pointed to her own forehead and excitedly yelled, “So she is your dazzling light!”

Ji Wanqing: …

A few minutes later, Yan Shuang rushed in with a group of doctors in white coats. Tang Shaoyun, holding a ragdoll cat, also rushed in.

Cen Xia: Ah, petrels! Let the storm come more fiercely!

Yan Shuang bowed and said, “Miss!”

Ji Wanqing looked at the needle that Cen Xia had pulled out.

Yan Shuang understood. “Yes, Miss!”

Ji Wanqing raised her hand.

—And check her brain too!

Dr. Yan accepted the order seriously. “Yes, Miss. After the IV, we’ll do an EEG for Miss Cen!”

Cen Xia: …

She gave Ji Wanqing a weak, pitiful look. “Sister, can I not have the IV?”

Ji Wanqing quickly raised her hand, her gaze firm.

—No!

Cen Xia pouted, then made a pitiful and wronged expression. “Then can we skip the EEG?”

Ji Wanqing’s lips curved, and a weak smile appeared on her pale face.

The IV was reattached. Yan Shuang and the others left the room, and only Tang Shaoyun remained, holding the cat. He still looked like a Grim Reaper, standing tall opposite Ji Wanqing.

She raised her arm to him.

—You should also go back and rest early. Keep a close eye on the company’s matters and don’t make any more mistakes!

Tang Shaoyun’s expression was shocked when he saw her hand gesture. For the first time, his serious face showed disbelief.

In the year since Ji Wanqing collapsed, she had not once asked about the company’s affairs. Not only did she not ask, but she also ignored who came and went, and how many spies Madam Ji had planted in the IT department.

Tang Shaoyun used to not understand her indifference. Later, when he accidentally learned the truth, he tried his best to work with the few remaining brothers in the IT department to help her hold on to her position. Everyone was looking forward to the day when the formidable young lady who once dominated the workplace would return and support the IT department, and Zhicheng Technology as a whole.

Ji Wanqing noticed his reaction. She looked at the cat in Tang Shaoyun’s arms and raised her hand again.

—Take good care of it. If it gets sick, I’m holding you responsible!

Tang Shaoyun lowered his eyes. His imposing gaze met the cat’s big blue eyes. The little creature shivered and kicked a few times in his arms, letting out a resistant meow.

Director Tang quickly freed an arm, and his big hand gently stroked its back. He raised his voice to soothe it. “Be a good kitty, don’t fuss, don’t fuss~”

Cen Xia: …

Ji Wanqing: …

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