Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The police’s initial conclusion was that Manager Gu’s death was a freak accident caused by the taxi driver’s drunk driving. There were no signs of foul play, so Cen Xia simply provided a statement as part of the normal procedure.

After the interview, Cen Xia saw the police out. When she returned, the servants were looking at her strangely, but she didn’t pay them much mind and headed upstairs.

The servants exchanged glances. Once she was out of sight, they began whispering among themselves.

“I knew something was off with this chongxi wife. When she followed Auntie Gu out, I just had a bad feeling!”

“What chongxi wife? Don’t talk nonsense! She’s a high-class heiress from the Cen family!”

“Some heiress, my ass! If the Cen family cared about her, would they have married her off to a dying young lady? I think she was jealous of Auntie Gu’s position!”

…

Amidst the gossip, Cen Xia, a righteous youth from the 21st century, was being accused of murder for the first time in her life.

Outside the third-floor door, Manager Song was holding a tray with a bowl of medicine, hesitating whether to use the key to go in. Seeing Cen Xia approach, she bowed slightly. “Madam.”

“Hello, Auntie Song!” Cen Xia replied politely, glancing at the tray in her hands. “Is that Wanqing’s medicine?”

“Yes,” Manager Song said. “Mrs. Ji specifically told me to make sure Miss takes it on time.”

Cen Xia nodded, took the tray, and said, “Auntie, please go on. I’ll take it in myself.”

Manager Song didn’t insist. “Thank you, Madam.”

She didn’t leave immediately but lingered by the door for a moment.

Cen Xia carried the tray inside. Before the sensor door could fully close, she took a deep breath, dropped her gentle demeanor, and shouted loudly at Ji Wanqing on the sofa. “Time to take your medicine, my dear wife!”

At the sound of “my dear wife,” Ji Wanqing’s thoughts were interrupted. She opened her eyes to look at her.

Cen Xia rushed to the coffee table with the tray, her eyes darting back to the door. Once the sensor door was fully sealed, she bent over and poured the entire bowl of medicine into the potted plant to her left.

Ji Wanqing: ?

Cen Xia was completely oblivious to the fact that her every move had been seen. She picked up the empty bowl, knelt beside the sofa, and with a voice full of love and sweetness, held up an empty spoon. “Come on, my dear wife, drink your medicine while it’s hot. It’ll make you feel better faster!”

Ji Wanqing was stunned. She knew this person was the last resort Mrs. Ji had placed by her side under the guise of a chongxi marriage, a final dose of poison to finish her off. But this dose of poison was now performing a show right in front of her.

She lowered her gaze, her empty eyes fixed on the empty bowl.

Cen Xia held the empty spoon in mid-air, silently praying. Please cooperate, Young Lady. I’m doing all of this for you!

So, she raised the spoon again. “My dear wife?”

Ji Wanqing lifted her eyes and their gazes met.

Cen Xia smiled, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Ji Wanqing’s snow-lotus-like arm lifted, her movements slow and elegant.

Cen Xia paid close attention, staring at her gesture.

—With an intricate mind like yours, it’s a real shame you’re not in a palace drama becoming an imperial consort!

Cen Xia: …

This was the first time Ji Wanqing had spoken to her on her own accord, without any external influence. Although she was left completely speechless, Cen Xia was overjoyed. Her lips curved up as she looked at Ji Wanqing and replied with a matter-of-fact tone. “Thank you for the compliment, Sister. Your family is full of spies. If I’m not clever, how can I protect you?”

The word “protect” sliced at Ji Wanqing’s heart. She looked at Cen Xia’s eyes, as bright as stars, and a hint of confusion appeared in her icy gaze.

At the same time, the cold system voice appeared in Cen Xia’s mind again.

“Congratulations, Host. The happiness index has increased by 0.009 percentage points. Your current happiness value is 0.01.”

Cen Xia’s mind froze for a moment before she quickly came to her senses. 0.009 percentage points! This is probably the greatest achievement I’ve had since I came to this world! I’m so happy!

Riding the wave of excitement, she became bolder. She leaned in, her face close enough to fill Ji Wanqing’s vision.

“Sister, you haven’t eaten lunch. How about I make you some dough drop soup? My cooking is amazing!”

Her voice was sweet, and the light in her eyes was captivating. Ji Wanqing didn’t reply, remaining expressionless on the sofa, as indifferent as before.

But Cen Xia felt that the young lady wasn’t as difficult to deal with as she first seemed. She freed a hand, wanting to comfort the icy beauty, but hesitated, unsure where to put it. She finally let it rest near Ji Wanqing’s left hand.

Ji Wanqing lowered her eyes, a warning glinting at her soft fingertips. Get your paws off!

Cen Xia: …

She pulled her hand back from the side of the sofa, awkwardly rubbing her nose. “Ahem, sorry about that… I’ll… I’ll go make you some dough drop soup!”

Ji Wanqing maintained her cold facade, with no discernible expression on her face. But Cen Xia felt a sense of joyful permission.

She got up, like a child who had just received a task and was eager to impress an adult. She scampered out with small, hurried steps, not forgetting to emphasize on her way out, “Wait for me, Sister!”

Her person was gone, but her words lingered in the room. Ji Wanqing felt a little suffocated by the atmosphere. She clutched her chest and tried to relax. A few minutes later, her exhausted consciousness was gradually enveloped by darkness. A familiar voice echoed in her ears.

“Miss, save me…”

She saw Auntie Gu lying in a pool of blood, reaching out her hands for help. Those fingertips, covered in thick liquid, came at her, stained a vivid red…

When Cen Xia walked in with the dough drop soup, Ji Wanqing was convulsing on the sofa, a self-harming struggle. She couldn’t make a sound. She was choking herself with her hands, her fingers digging into her flesh, her teeth biting her lower lip. She was curled into a ball, in utter distress.

Cen Xia was terrified. She rushed over, put the tray on the coffee table, and quickly tried to stop her. “Ji Wanqing, wake up!”

Ji Wanqing was trapped in her nightmare. She was using all her strength, and Cen Xia couldn’t pry her hands away from her throat. Her lips were almost pierced by her own teeth.

Cen Xia hugged her, trying to pry her mouth open with her right hand. Ji Wanqing fought against the invading hands, and in her struggle, she bit down on Cen Xia’s hand. Cen Xia gasped in pain but didn’t dare to pull away.

Ji Wanqing’s teeth made a few small holes in the back of her hand, and blood seeped out.

Cen Xia used the momentum to lean Ji Wanqing against her shoulder, freeing her other hand to gently rub her chest. “Ji Wanqing, don’t be afraid. It’s okay now…”

Under her constant soothing, Ji Wanqing’s dream finally shifted. Surrounded by one grotesque face after another, she saw the unfamiliar Cen Xia, who had a pair of wings and descended from the sky like an angel. She wrapped her in her embrace, and a serene voice whispered, “Ji Wanqing, don’t be afraid. It’s okay now…”

She relaxed in the warmth of the wings, all strength leaving her body. The arm clutching her throat slowly slid away.

Tears mixed with sweat slid down her temples. Ji Wanqing’s body was drenched, her damp hair stuck to her forehead. She lay there, completely drained.

Cen Xia looked at the pitiful girl, her heart pricked by something. A gentle ache spread through her chest. She lifted her hand and tidied the stray hair on her forehead, using the edge of her injured hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips.

Ji Wanqing’s tears rubbed onto Cen Xia’s shirt, leaving a wet spot on her chest. Her breathing began to even out, breath by breath…

Cen Xia adjusted her posture, wanting to lay Ji Wanqing on the sofa and get a warm towel to wipe away her sweat.

Ji Wanqing sensed the movement and wrapped her arms around Cen Xia, burying her face in her chest. Her nose twitched, like a child who had suffered a great wrong and was finally letting out all their emotions in an adult’s embrace.

They were about the same height, with Cen Xia being a little taller. But Ji Wanqing was too thin, a mere skeleton. Curled up, she fit in Cen Xia’s arms. Cen Xia had no choice but to lean back on the sofa, letting her cling to her.

There was a blanket on the sofa. Cen Xia pulled it over Ji Wanqing, tucking her hair to the side. One of her hands gently stroked her back. She was as thin as paper. Cen Xia could feel every bone, one after another, pressing into her, making her heart ache.

Ji Wanqing’s body gradually relaxed, and she fell into a normal sleep.

She slept for a long time. When she woke up, Cen Xia was also asleep, holding her. The injured hand was wrapped around her arm. The bloodstains were deep, and Ji Wanqing saw them as soon as she opened her eyes. She froze, staring blankly at the bite mark, completely at a loss.

Her entire life, all the pain and suffering she had endured had been inflicted on her by others. She had never proactively attacked anyone. But this time was different. She reached out, wanting to touch her wound, but pulled her hand back before she could.

Cen Xia was a light sleeper and woke up on her own. She moved her numb body, wanting to get Ji Wanqing into a more comfortable position, and realized she was already awake.

Cen Xia lightly tapped Ji Wanqing’s arm with her fingertips, teasingly asking, “Sister, what should we do? My leg is completely numb.”

Ji Wanqing came to her senses, instinctively biting her lip. She couldn’t feel any pain from the wound on her lip. She had no idea what to do.

Cen Xia said, “Are you hungry? I’ll punish you by making you eat my dough drop soup, okay?”

There was no expression in Ji Wanqing’s eyes. She wanted to struggle to sit up, but she didn’t have the strength.

Cen Xia used her lower back to pull herself and Ji Wanqing up. She propped her against the cushions, then slid off the sofa, grabbing the blanket and covering her.

Ji Wanqing reached out and pulled on Cen Xia’s arm, her gaze fixed on the wheelchair by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Cen Xia immediately understood. “Sister, do you want to get in it?”

Ji Wanqing nodded.

Cen Xia reached out, picked her up with her long arms, and quickly walked to the wheelchair. It was only after she had placed Ji Wanqing in it that she belatedly realized, Why didn’t I just roll the wheelchair over?

Ji Wanqing sat upright in her wheelchair, her mind equally perplexed.

Cen Xia didn’t think too much about it. She grabbed both sides of the wheelchair’s armrests and began to push. “Where to, Sister?”

Ji Wanqing didn’t speak, her cold eyes fixed on Cen Xia’s slender fingers.

Cen Xia paused and once again understood her look. Get your paws off!

She felt awkward and quickly pulled her hands away from the armrests.

Ji Wanqing’s eyes were still fixed on the same spot. Cen Xia suddenly remembered a rumor: A low-level employee at a company shook hands with a senior executive, and the executive immediately pulled out a tissue and wiped their fingers afterward, showing their disgust.

In a swift, almost comical motion, Cen Xia lifted her skirt and wiped the exact spot on the armrest where her hands had been.

“I’m sorry, Sister, it’s clean now!”

Ji Wanqing: …

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