Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Director Tang, a top-tier coding genius, was now forced to switch to petting a cat. The career change was already significant enough, but to make matters worse, the young lady was staring at him with her deep, melancholic eyes.

He felt his scalp go numb, and his brain cells were dying in a straight line. Only his heart and lungs were still working out of inertia.

Under his big hands, the little ragdoll finally settled down. Director Tang stood at attention, his dark eyes meeting Ji Wanqing’s.

“Miss, rest assured, I will take good care of it!”

Cen Xia stifled a laugh. Ji Wanqing expressionlessly raised her arm.

—Good. You can go back now!

Cen Xia’s face was cramping from holding back her laughter. As Tang Shaoyun turned to leave with the cat, she couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. Realizing her impropriety, she quickly suppressed the sound.

Tang Shaoyun’s footsteps paused, pretending to be deaf. He walked out with a complicated expression.

As soon as he left, Cen Xia burst into laughter, her clear laughter echoing down the hallway.

Ji Wanqing looked up and motionlessly made a gesture.

—Is it that funny?

Cen Xia said, “It’s hilarious, Sister! You didn’t see how he looked just now. He looked exactly like that meme I saw of ‘a capitalist holding a knife to an employee’s neck and making them work overtime voluntarily.’ It’s so funny, hahaha! He’s so cute!”

Ji Wanqing: …

She raised her hand, her eyes as deep as a cold pool, looking at her. —Who’s the capitalist?

Cen Xia was choked up and calmed down significantly.

Ji Wanqing wheeled her wheelchair over and gently moved her hand with the IV needle to a safer spot. Her movements were very soft.

Cen Xia smiled obediently and said, “Sister.”

Ji Wanqing looked at her, and she said, “What are we eating tonight? I’m so hungry!”

Ji Wanqing lowered her eyes, thought for dozens of seconds, and then raised her hand.

—Tomato and egg soup.

She thought the lumpy soup and peppery soup were the best, but no chef had ever made them for her, so tomato and egg soup was, in her opinion, the closest thing to those two soups.

Cen Xia pouted, her voice sticky and playful. “I don’t want to eat soup. I want to eat meat!”

Ji Wanqing’s eyes widened in surprise, with tiny glimmers of light in them. She nodded, making a gesture of “good.”

It was already dark when they entered the hospital. After all the examinations, it was now a normal person’s bedtime. But less than five minutes after the young lady of the Ji family sent a message, the Ji family’s chefs were dispatched. They worked through the night, and two hours later, a rich aroma of food wafted down the hospital hallway.

Tang Shaoyun knocked on the door and entered, taking out a beautifully packaged food container from an insulated bag. In a moment, the small dining table was filled with a feast.

He hadn’t even had time to change his clothes due to the time constraint. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and stood respectfully in front of the young lady. Even with cat hair on his chest, it didn’t affect his professionalism. He puffed out his chest. “Miss, the dishes you ordered have arrived. Please enjoy!”

Cen Xia’s eyes were glued to the honey-glazed chicken drumstick.

Ji Wanqing recalled the “capitalist holding a knife to an employee’s neck and making them work overtime” scene and, for once, gently raised her hand.

—You’ve worked hard. Go back and rest early!

Tang Shaoyun was flattered to receive a “you’ve worked hard” from the young lady. When he turned to leave, his steps were brisk.

Before he could get far, Cen Xia was already eager to start eating.

Ji Wanqing wheeled the mobile dining table to a spot not far from the bed and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel to wipe her hands. By the time she came out, that girl was already holding a big chicken drumstick with her bare hands, chewing on it. Her mouth was greasy, and she was taking big bites of the meat off the bone.

Ji Wanqing: !!!

Cen Xia felt the glare of death. Her hand holding the chicken drumstick paused. She glanced at her, then at the drumstick in her hand, took another bite, and put it back.

Ji Wanqing wheeled her wheelchair over, her eyes fixed on the half-eaten chicken drumstick.

Cen Xia gave an awkward laugh. She said, “Sister, this honey-glazed chicken drumstick is so delicious. Do you want to try some?”

Ji Wanqing didn’t say anything, her eyes fixed on the bite marks on the drumstick.

Cen Xia noticed the curiosity in her eyes. Her greasy hand reached out, picked it up again, and carefully offered it to Ji Wanqing, coaxing her. “It’s really delicious. Don’t you believe me? Try it?”

Ji Wanqing hesitated for a second, then, as if possessed, she opened her mouth.

Her tongue touched the chicken skin, and a delicious flavor burst between her lips and teeth. It was an unfamiliar but welcome taste. She moved her lips, took a small bite, and slowly chewed. A small white sesame seed was stuck to the corner of her mouth, adding a touch of cuteness to her focus.

Cen Xia smiled at her, her eyes soft. “It’s delicious, isn’t it? I didn’t lie to you.”

Ji Wanqing didn’t say a word, she was too busy focusing on her chicken drumstick.

As a star in the entertainment industry, she was very disciplined with her diet. She never ate late at night, let alone greasy meat. But at this moment, she was enjoying herself immensely.

Cen Xia was also happy to see her like this. She reached out, and her greasy fingertip wiped the white sesame seed from the corner of her mouth, which she then licked off her own lips. Her tone was very natural. “The sesame seed is also part of the chicken drumstick. Don’t waste it!”

Ji Wanqing’s action of chewing on the drumstick froze. A faint blush crept up her face. Her skin was fair, so it was easy to see when she was shy, but the more she blushed, the more Cen Xia liked to tease her.

She said, “Sister, you’re just eating a chicken drumstick, not drinking beer. Why are you blushing?”

Ji Wanqing turned her head to glare at her, but said nothing.

They ate until the IV bag was almost empty. The young lady of the Ji family cleaned up the mess. Cen Xia was so embarrassed that she kept trying to help, but was met with a deadly glare that made her stop.

She used a hot towel to wipe her hands and helped her to lie down on the bed. She thoughtfully covered her with a blanket. She was cold and distant the whole time, but her actions were as gentle as an older sister’s.

Ji Wanqing simply cleared the things on the dining table. Yan Shuang came in to change the IV bag. The strong smell of chicken drumsticks still lingered in the room.

Dr. Yan’s professionalism was top-notch. Despite the chicken drumstick smell, he couldn’t help but offer a piece of advice. “Miss, I suggest the patient eat a light diet for the next few days and avoid greasy food. It will help her body recover!”

The young lady was uncharacteristically good-natured.

—Understood!

The new IV bag would take a long time to finish. Ji Wanqing was very tired, but she stubbornly stayed by the bed.

Cen Xia was afraid she wouldn’t be able to last and pleaded with her to rest with her. Ji Wanqing refused, her eyes fixed on the medicine in the IV bag.

The clear liquid dripped into her body through the tube. She was very familiar with this feeling. She wanted to stay by her side, to give her a cup of warm water when she was thirsty, and to help her to the bathroom when she needed to. She didn’t want her to suffer like she did back then…

Cen Xia saw her eyes go blank and quickly tried to redirect her thoughts. She said, “Sister, do you think our ragdoll cat is acting cute and rolling around in Director Tang’s arms right now? Did it find a new owner?”

Ji Wanqing slowly registered her words and thought about it seriously.

—It wouldn’t!

Cen Xia said, “Then let’s give it a name. It likes you so much, so how about we call it Qingqing?”

Ji Wanqing thought about it and decided it was time to give it a name of its own. She raised her hand, almost without hesitation.

—Xiaxia!

Cen Xia said, “No. Let’s call it Qingqing. Qingqing sounds nice!”

Ji Wanqing’s long eyelashes fluttered, as if recalling something. Then she raised her hand.

—Shān Xià!

Cen Xia didn’t understand her thought process.

Ji Wanqing slowly raised her hand and gestured to repeat what she had said when they first met.

—The “Shān” character on top of “Jīn,” and the “Xià” from summer!

Cen Xia was speechless. “Sister, are you… are you indirectly calling me uncultured? I don’t agree. We’ll stick with what I said. Let’s call it Ji Qingqing!”

Ji Wanqing thought about it carefully.

—Then we’ll call it Shān Qīng!

Shān Qīng? What the heck! Why not Shuǐ Xiù (beautiful scenery)!

The professional disease of a designer came out. Cen Xia didn’t care if the person in front of her was the young lady of the Ji family. She immediately refuted her. “Who gives a cat such a strange name? No, no, I don’t agree!”

Ji Wanqing was also very serious, her hand gestures flying fast.

—It’s called Shān Qīng!

A few minutes later, neither of them would back down, so they started playing rock-paper-scissors in the hospital room. Ji Wanqing ended up winning. In the otherwise silent hallway, Cen Xia’s soulful scream rang out.

“Ji Wanqing, how can you cheat every time! This round doesn’t count. Let’s do it again!”

Ji Wanqing wiped her index finger across her lips, making a shushing motion, indicating that she shouldn’t wake up the other patients.

This gesture charmed Cen Xia. Her eyes unconsciously lingered on her red lips for a few more seconds.

Ji Wanqing didn’t notice in time and was proudly gesturing.

—The name is Shān Qīng. It’s a deal!

Cen Xia leaned forward, her fingertip touching her red lips, and quickly pulled her hand back.

They went back and forth like this until late at night. The last bottle of medicine was finally finished. They were both very tired, but since Ji Wanqing wasn’t resting, Cen Xia didn’t dare to sleep either. She grabbed her arm and pretended to be pitiful. “Sister, my hand hurts!”

Ji Wanqing immediately went to get a hot towel for her.

Cen Xia jumped up, leaned forward, and hugged her shoulders. “A hug, a hug will make it better!”

Ji Wanqing’s body tensed. Cen Xia held her for a longer time than usual. Her warm breath fanned Ji Wanqing’s ear, bringing a slight tickle. She endured it for a few seconds and tried to pull away.

Cen Xia tightened her arms. She said, “It’s not better, Sister. It still hurts!”

Ji Wanqing hesitated for a moment and then gave up struggling, obediently nestling in her arms like the ragdoll cat, enduring the warm breath.

Cen Xia said, “Sister, I have trouble sleeping in new beds. Why don’t you come up and sleep with me?”

Ji Wanqing didn’t respond, her eyes on the narrow bed.

Cen Xia’s voice was soft and sweet as she whispered in her ear. “Sister, please?”

Ji Wanqing’s cold body gradually felt a sense of heat. She wiggled a few times in her arms.

Cen Xia let go of her arms, slid down, and with a long arm, picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Ji Wanqing flinched in her arms. Cen Xia pulled the blanket over both of them and said, “This way, you can sleep peacefully.”

The two of them embraced, and their consciousness was gradually replaced by sleepiness.

The next morning, Ji Wanqing woke up in her warm embrace. She struggled to sit up, but was wrapped in a sleepy embrace.

“Sleep a little longer. I’m so tired!”

The person’s voice was nasal and playful. She smelled like sweet gardenia. She liked this scent so much that she wanted to lie there a little longer. Just then, the voice of the second young lady of the Ji family echoed down the hallway.

“Get out of my way. Who do you think you are!”

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