Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Cen Xia pushed Jiwanching into the kitchen. Her cheeks were flushed with fever, and even with lipstick, her dry lips were still visible. When she slightly smiled, the chapping was subtle, adding a kind of sickly beauty to her cold elegance.

Jiwanching felt light and airy. She endured the fluttering in her chest as she watched her little darling busy herself.

Cen Xia prepared the flour and saltwater and brought over a pink apron. “Sister, shall we get to work?”

Jiwanching nodded. She opened her arms cooperatively, letting Cen Xia help her put on the apron.

Cen Xia skillfully slipped the apron over her neck and squatted down to tie the straps behind her back. As she stood up, she naturally gave Jiwanching a small kiss on her lips.

The red of the lipstick stained Cen Xia’s lips, leaving her mark.

Jiwanching felt her lips moisten. She stuck her tongue out and licked, tasting a hint of sweetness. So she pursed her lips and kept licking until all the lipstick was in her mouth.

Cen Xia gave her the half bowl of saltwater and took the flour mixed with egg. “Sister, you’re in charge of adding the water, and I’ll mix it. When I say stop, you stop, okay?”

Jiwanching nodded, repeating like a parrot, “Add water… mix…”

Her long eyelashes lowered. She held the half bowl of water with both hands, looking very serious and nervous.

Cen Xia leaned down and kissed her again. “You’re so good, Sister!”

Jiwanching was happy to be praised. The corners of her lips curled up.

Cen Xia put on disposable gloves and reached her hands into the flour. “Sister, you can add the water now, just a little bit.”

Jiwanching held the bowl and dripped in a tiny amount, less than the amount of tears she usually shed.

Cen Xia laughed. “That’s too little, Sister. Pour a little more.”

When Jiwanching heard the word “pour,” she lifted both hands and tilted the bowl, pouring some in like she was watering a plant.

Cen Xia mixed the flour with water, trying the softness of the dough with her fingers. “Add a little more, Sister.”

Jiwanching received the instruction and added a little more, her eyes fixed on the dough in Cen Xia’s hands. It was just a scattered powder a moment ago, but now Cen Xia had turned it into a clay-like ball. Jiwanching thought it was amazing and couldn’t help but want to praise her. So she practiced in her mind over and over again.

—”Xiaxia is so good, Xiaxia is so good…”

She opened her mouth and finally said the four words completely: “Xiaxia is so good!”

Cen Xia’s hands paused. Her sister always surprised her. She was trying so hard to overcome her difficulties and to make herself better.

After saying it, Jiwanching turned her head to look at her, the corners of her eyes red, her pupils sparkling. She was waiting for praise.

Cen Xia’s hands were in the flour, so she just turned her body and lightly brushed her lips. “Thank you, Sister. Xiaxia loves to hear Sister’s praise. Sister’s voice is so nice!”

Jiwanching pursed her lips and smiled. She held the water bowl and added a little more to the flour. She was very smart and learned things quickly, but because she hadn’t done it before, her careful movements looked a little clumsy.

Cen Xia couldn’t resist and kissed her again. “How are you so good, Sister!”

Jiwanching didn’t say anything but kept smiling. The fever made her feel dizzy, but being kissed so unexpectedly still made her feel very happy and content.

After they had made the dough, Cen Xia prepared the vegetables and chopped the filling, with Jiwanching watching from the side.

Cen Xia said, “Sister can rest for a few minutes. We’ll wrap the wontons together later.”

But Jiwanching didn’t want to rest. She kept watching Cen Xia, sometimes staring at her back in a daze.

When Cen Xia turned around, Jiwanching’s gaze was still fixed. Cen Xia would sneak over and steal a kiss. Every time she kissed her, Jiwanching would be as happy as a child who had just received candy.

When the filling was ready, Cen Xia taught her how to wrap the wontons. When she couldn’t get it right the first time, Cen Xia went behind her wheelchair, wrapped her arms around her body, and taught her hand-by-hand. When Jiwanching successfully wrapped the first one, Cen Xia would give her a light peck on the cheek.

They entered the kitchen at five o’clock, and the wontons were cooked at half past seven. Cen Xia put the wontons into bowls, ready to take them to the living room to eat, but Jiwanching refused. She insisted on eating at the kitchen counter.

Cen Xia blew on the wonton to cool it down and fed it to her. Jiwanching ate them one by one, then two or three at a time. Because she had been involved in the whole process, she felt the wontons tasted especially good. As she ate, she watched the pot.

After swallowing, she stuttered, “The ones… in there… are all… mine…”

Cen Xia wiped the corners of her mouth, smiling with affection. “They’re all Sister’s. Eat more, Sister. With more strength, your fever will get better faster.”

Jiwanching nodded, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed another one. After swallowing, she took a quick breath and said, “The soup… is also… delicious.”

Cen Xia scooped a spoonful and fed it to her.

Jiwanching took a big sip, holding the spoon with her teeth and tilting her head up to play with Cen Xia, like a naughty puppy.

Cen Xia freed one hand and stroked her head. “Whose little dog is eating?”

Jiwanching laughed, stretching her head forward. The spoon slipped from her mouth and fell into the porcelain bowl with a clank.

She was performing a trick for her Xiaxia, trying to make her happy. Life was already difficult enough, and she didn’t want Cen Xia to be unhappy when she was with her.

She ate more than half a bowl of the wontons in one go. When there was still half a bowl left, she pursed her lips and shook her head. She used the spoon to scoop up a wonton and fed it to Cen Xia. “Xiaxia… eat!”

Cen Xia cooperated, opened her mouth, and used her tongue to pull the wonton from the spoon, exaggerating her praise. “Wow, it’s so delicious! This one, Sister, did you wrap it?”

Jiwanching smiled and nodded. She scooped up another spoonful and fed it to her.

In a moment, the bowl was empty. They looked at the empty bowl, rubbed their full bellies, and smiled happily.

There were still a few wontons left in the pot. Jiwanching’s gaze drifted over. She thought for a moment, narrowing her eyes as she looked at Cen Xia.

Cen Xia was suspicious. “Does Sister want to eat a little more?”

Jiwanching nodded, then shook her head. She pointed to the pot, her throat straining. “Take… the pot… and eat.”

Cen Xia deliberately widened her eyes. “No way. Who eats out of a pot?”

Jiwanching wouldn’t listen. She pouted and acted spoiled like Cen Xia sometimes did. “I just… want to eat… from the pot.”

Cen Xia found it so cute. She leaned over and kissed her again, then obediently picked up the pot. After feeding her a few spoonfuls, Jiwanching took over with both hands and held the small pot to drink the soup.

Her arms had no strength. They were shaking, but she insisted on holding the pot to drink.

Cen Xia took out her phone to record a video. Jiwanching held the small handles of the pot, her body straight.

After recording, she quickly handed the pot to Cen Xia and took the phone, gesturing for her to drink the same way.

Cen Xia deliberately didn’t cooperate. “Xiaxia isn’t as rude as Sister. Xiaxia is a lady!”

Jiwanching wouldn’t have it. She frowned and grunted, “Xiaxia, drink… drink the soup.”

She couldn’t use her throat. Every word she said was light and airy, and when she acted spoiled, it was especially cute.

So Cen Xia picked up the pot and drank loudly.

Jiwanching smiled at the video. She zoomed the phone to three times magnification. She could even see Cen Xia’s pores. She couldn’t help but say in a stuttering voice, “Xiaxia, a… a lady.”

Cen Xia finished half the pot of soup in one go. She turned the bottom of the pot toward Jiwanching’s phone. “Ah, another pot!”

Jiwanching was amused. She made a very light, trembling sound from her throat.

When they were done playing around, it was almost half past eight. She had a morning meeting at nine, and she had to attend. There were still a few wontons in the kitchen that hadn’t been cooked, and Jiwanching kept staring at them.

Cen Xia said, “The college students will come for their part-time job soon. They can clean up. I’ll take Sister to the meeting first.”

Jiwanching stared at the wontons, unmoving. After a long time, she squeezed out two words: “Pack… them!”

Cen Xia had no choice but to find a plastic bag to pack them. Jiwanching held the bag, her arm raised high, counting the wontons inside. When she got tired, she lowered it to rest for a while, then lifted it to look again. She did this repeatedly all the way, occasionally pursing her lips in a smile, as if the fever had affected her brain.

In the living room, Yan Shuang came out after washing up and saw the eldest daughter holding a few wontons and counting them.

Dr. Yan coughed and greeted them in a cold voice, “Good morning, Miss. Good morning, Miss Cen.”

Jiwanching looked up at him, then at Cen Xia, and raised her hand.

—”It’s ‘Mrs.’, not ‘Miss Cen’!”

Dr. Yan nodded expressionlessly.

Jiwanching stared at him and raised her hand again.

“Say it again.”

Yan Shuang: “…”

After half a second, he said, “Good morning, Mrs.!”

Jiwanching raised her hand.

“Good!”

Dr. Yan was speechless.

Cen Xia secretly smiled, teasing him in her mind: “Who told you to bully me when Sister was unconscious, hmph!”

Jiwanching swayed the bag of wontons in her hand.

“These are the wontons we wrapped this morning at four o’clock.”

Yan Shuang: “Oh.”

“They’re chicken soup wontons. They’re delicious!”

Yan Shuang: “Oh.”

“Did you have breakfast?”

Yan Shuang: “Not yet, Miss.”

Jiwanching hid the bag in her arms.

“Then go eat quickly. Bye-bye!”

Yan Shuang: “…”

The two went up to the third floor. As they were about to open the door and enter, Dr. Yan looked at their backs from downstairs and suddenly said, “Miss?”

Jiwanching turned her head to look at him.

Dr. Yan said, “Miss, I see that your fever doesn’t seem to have gone down yet. Go inside and let Mrs. put an ice pack on you. Fever can easily affect one’s intelligence.”

This was an unbearable provocation. He had hesitated for a long time before deciding to risk his life for this moment of satisfaction.

Jiwanching paused. She turned her wheelchair around. Her whole body turned to face him, her sharp eyes looking at him.

Dr. Yan held his breath and met her gaze under pressure, trying his best to appear as a dignified doctor.

Jiwanching raised her hand.

“Even if my brain is fried from the fever, I’m still better than you, a single dog!”

Yan Shuang: “!!!”

She gestured, turned around, and resolutely entered the room.

At the nine o’clock morning meeting, perhaps because she had eaten something and gotten some fresh air outside, Jiwanching felt a little better. She turned on the camera and typed on the keyboard: “Is everyone here? Shall we start?”

Everyone replied with “1” in the group chat.

Tang Shaoyun began his report: “Yesterday, we mainly focused on cleaning up online public opinion. The R&D department stopped all projects and assisted the legal and public relations departments in removing malicious comments. Most of the existing comments have been removed, but Miss Cen’s parents are still causing trouble. If this continues, it will have a very negative impact on the company. The legal and public relations departments have discussed it, and the best solution now is for us to file a lawsuit directly. What do you think, General Manager Ji?”

Jiwanching hesitated and typed.

“Besides a lawsuit, is there any other way?”

She didn’t want to get Xiaxia involved in a legal dispute.

Assistant Liu from the legal department spoke: “If we don’t file a lawsuit, we’ll have to continue to eliminate the online influence. If Miss Cen herself can come forward and clarify, it would be easier for the public relations department to handle.”

After listening, before Jiwanching could object, Cen Xia stepped in front of the camera first.

“I’m willing to give an interview! Please help me arrange it. Thank you.”

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