Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Under the shroud of the sick beauty’s innate aura, Cen Xia tactfully exited the room.

A servant waiting outside saw her come out and hurried over. “Madam?”

The strange title made Cen Xia feel awkward, but to maintain her persona, she gave a polite smile.

“Miss is a little tired and needs some rest. I’ll stay in a guest room tonight.”

“Of course, Madam. Please follow me.”

She was led by the servant to a guest room on the second floor. This room was directly across from Ji Wanqing’s on the third floor. Without drawing the curtains, she could look up and see everything inside.

After getting familiar with the room, Cen Xia didn’t rush to wash up. Instead, she stood by the window, gazing at the light coming from the floor above.

Through the thin veil of the curtains, a blurry wheelchair was visible, parked right by the window. Ji Wanqing was facing outward, her gaze lost in the distant night. Her deep eyes seemed to want to peer through the darkness itself.

As Cen Xia watched the tragically beautiful scene, she couldn’t help but complain to herself. The original author is a real piece of work. Why give such a powerful and elegant young lady a critically ill character design? It’s heartbreaking to watch. If this were a “domineering CEO falls for me” story…

Just as she was deep in her wild fantasies, the cold system voice appeared again.

“Host, I advise you to stop with these pointless fantasies! Your current happiness index is 0.0001. Your life or death will be determined by the mission target, Ji Wanqing’s, single thought. Please take this seriously.”

Cen Xia: !!!

With the system’s ruthless reminder, she began to analyze the situation.

As a former queen of the music world, the sudden loss of her voice at the peak of her career was a huge blow. But given the Ji family’s wealth and status, even if her condition didn’t improve with all the top medical care, it was impossible for her to become paralyzed in just six months. Could there be a hidden secret here?

And why did her voice suddenly fail? Was there no warning beforehand? Did it just suddenly get so bad that it was incurable?

The paths of wealthy families run deep. Could it be a…

She replayed their meeting scene in her mind.

Mrs. Ji seemed gentle and caring toward her daughter, but Mr. Ji was cold the entire time, not saying a word from beginning to end. The second young lady, on the other hand, clearly wished her sister would die soon so she could take her place as heir. If she was the one who framed Ji Wanqing, why didn’t the Ji couple stop her? Or did she have some special leverage? But judging by her brain, she didn’t seem like the kind of person who could pull something like that off. And there seemed to be a subtle relationship between her and Mrs. Ji.

Could it be… a case of a fake vs. real daughter?

The complicated web of family drama was too much for Cen Xia to untangle. She called out to the system.

—Hey, Transmigration Bureau, can I ask if there’s something wrong with this Ji family heiress’s background?

“I don’t know. The novel was written this way. Whether there’s a problem needs to be verified by you. My role is only to assist you in completing the mission.”

Cen Xia listened to the stiff, mechanical voice and instinctively spoke.

—That… if you don’t mind me asking, I’ve heard other people’s systems come with a “golden finger” cheat. Do you have one?

“That cannot be revealed for now. When your mission reaches a certain stage, you will naturally get what you need.”

Hearing the evasive answer, Cen Xia couldn’t help but secretly complain to herself.

—Just say you don’t have one. What’s with “can’t be revealed”? What do I need a useless system for after I’ve already reached a certain stage of the mission?

System: …

With the system being of no help, Cen Xia had to find a way herself.

She went back to the coffee table, took out a notebook and pen, and listed her suspicions, just as she would when debugging a problematic product. She started looking for flaws and missing pieces from every detail. When she locked onto the key issue—the medicine—she shivered.

If Ji Wanqing was framed by her family, then everything makes sense. Now she’s on her deathbed, stuck in a wheelchair, while those people hold all the power. It would be a matter of minutes to kill her.

At this thought, the small flame of justice in her heart ignited. Not only for the sake of the mission, but even for a cold beauty who was suffering such an injustice, as a principled person from the 21st century, she couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

The night was late. Cen Xia put down her pen and paper, planning to find an opportunity tomorrow to get some information from the servants. The novel mentioned an old servant named Gu who had been with the young lady since childhood, even older than Manager Song. The two of them worked in shifts, taking care of Ji Wanqing’s daily life. Cen Xia felt she could get some answers from her. After setting her target, she went to wash up.

A month’s worth of work couldn’t have been as exhausting as this one day. Cen Xia took a cold shower, put on the silk pajamas the servants had prepared, and fell into a deep sleep on the spacious bed.

As a veteran night owl, she had one very bad habit: she could sleep until the sun went down after a late night.

The next afternoon, Cen Xia was awakened by her phone’s ringing. She blearily opened her eyes and saw a call from Mrs. Ji. She instantly jolted awake, sat up, answered the phone, and awkwardly said, “Mom?”

Mrs. Ji’s voice was very gentle. “How are you, Xiaxia? Are you adapting well?”

“Yes, very well!” Cen Xia replied sweetly.

Mrs. Ji sighed. “Xiaxia, Auntie Gu from the house has left. You’ll have to take more care of Wanqing. That child is…”

“Auntie Gu? She’s left?” Cen Xia was so surprised to hear her target had left that she interrupted Mrs. Ji directly.

Mrs. Ji said, “Yes, Auntie Gu was our other housekeeper. She and Auntie Song took care of Wanqing’s daily life. The old woman is getting old, so it’s good for her to go back home early. It’s just that now we might be a bit short-handed. Your father and I are both busy with work and can’t always be there. I hope you can help out more with things at home.”

Mrs. Ji sighed with a heavy heart. “Wanqing’s health right now means she must take her medicine on time. You absolutely cannot let her touch anything related to work, you hear me?”

The words “related to work” gave Cen Xia a lot to think about. She steadied herself and said, “Understood, Mom. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Sister. Auntie Song went over her medicine with me again last night, and I’ve noted it all down. I’ll also be sure to supervise her work activities. I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

Mrs. Ji felt she was quite clever. After a few more instructions, she told Cen Xia to go downstairs and meet with Manager Gu for the handover, and then she hung up.

Cen Xia was wide awake. She kicked off the blanket, changed clothes, and quickly went downstairs to get information.

In the living room, Auntie Gu had already signed her resignation and was handling the handover with Manager Song. The old woman looked anxious, as if in a hurry to leave.

Cen Xia glanced at the signed document on the coffee table. When she saw the name “Ji Wanqing” at the bottom, her mind went blank for a second. Hiding her suspicion, she introduced herself. “Hello, Auntie Gu. I’m Cen Xia. Madam said you’re processing your resignation, and she asked me to come for a brief handover.”

The old woman looked up and respectfully said, “Ms. Cen!”

Following Mrs. Ji’s instructions, Cen Xia handed over the thick envelope in her hand.

The old woman’s parched lips trembled, and she waved her hands in refusal.

“I can’t accept this. It’s my duty to take care of Miss. I can’t…”

“Auntie, please take it,” Cen Xia said. “It’s a small token of gratitude from the Ji family.”

The old woman tremblingly took the envelope and immediately bent into a deep bow. “Thank you, Ms. Cen, and thank you, Madam!”

After a brief handover, the old woman packed her bags, impatient to leave. Cen Xia saw her heading for the door and followed her out. “Auntie, I’ll walk you out.”

The old woman waved her hand awkwardly. “No need, Ms. Cen, truly, no need!”

“It’s no problem,” Cen Xia said. “Wanqing is taking her afternoon nap, and I have nothing to do. I’ll just stretch my legs.”

Being persistent was one of her strengths. She felt that this old woman was hiding something, and she wanted to use this opportunity to find some clues.

They walked in silence for a while. Cen Xia could clearly feel the woman’s nervousness. She didn’t ask direct questions but instead made small talk.

“It seems the weather isn’t as hot as it was before. Auntie, where are you from? Are you flying home?”

Hearing her, the old woman’s tension eased a little. “I’m from the south. I’m taking the high-speed train back.”

Cen Xia’s eyes lit up, and she began to ingratiate herself. “You’re from the south? I used to live there too before my parents and I moved up north. How long have you been here, Auntie? It must have been many years, right?”

The old woman’s nerves relaxed a little more. “Yes, I came here when I was seventeen or eighteen. It’s been nearly 40 years!”

Cen Xia thoughtfully counted on her fingers and then laughed. “Auntie, you’ve been in the north for almost three times my age! Did you start working for our family from the beginning?”

The old woman felt this girl was a bit silly, and her guard dropped significantly. “Yes, at that time, Madam was busy with work and wanted a reliable nanny. I applied, and I’ve been working at the house ever since.”

With a natural curiosity for gossip, Cen Xia asked, “So you’ve been taking care of Wanqing since she was a child? Why did you suddenly decide to resign? Did something happen at home?”

The question caught the old woman off guard. After a few seconds, she slowly replied, “I’m getting old, and my body can’t handle it anymore. I just wanted to go back home early.”

Her eyes dimmed, and she said no more. Cen Xia took in every detail. She was even more certain that the old woman had been threatened or bribed before she resigned. Cen Xia didn’t ask any more questions. She walked with her for a while, then said goodbye and headed back.

Before she left, the old woman finally spoke up. “Ms. Cen, our young lady is a good girl. Please, I beg you to treat her well.”

Cen Xia smiled. “Auntie, you can rest assured. Wanqing is my wife. I will do my best to take good care of her.”

After turning back, Cen Xia went directly to the third floor.

It was the middle of the day, and Ji Wanqing’s door was still closed. Cen Xia stopped in front of it in her heels, her fingers hesitantly curling to tap lightly on the door.

There was no response from inside. She knocked again. Still nothing.

A servant by her side held her breath and cautiously asked, “Madam, do you need the key?”

Cen Xia didn’t reply. She craned her neck to look inside. The room was pitch black, and she couldn’t see anything. She thought for a moment and then nodded.

“Yes, thank you for the trouble.”

Even though she wasn’t a true member of high society, she often dealt with clients in her work and was extremely poised and elegant in her interactions. In the servant’s eyes, the “Ms. Cen” persona was holding up quite well.

The servant took out a spare key. Cen Xia took it, and just as she was about to put it in the lock, she heard the rumble of a wheelchair inside.

The two people outside held their breath at the same time. In that instant, even a girl with strong nerves like Cen Xia felt her heart stop. She was afraid that when the door opened, she would be “rewarded” with the single word “scram” in front of the servant, just like last night.

The rumble stopped, and the door opened from the inside. Along with the dim light from the room, the faint scent of cedarwood drifted out.

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