Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Cen Xia was overwhelmed by the intense light, her eyes darting around in a panic. She lowered her head, looked at her toes, and whispered, “I’m sorry!”

Ji Wanqing’s attitude was cold. She turned her wheelchair and continued forward, finally stopping beside the dressing table. A hairdryer was placed next to it. She reached out to grab it, but because her body was too weak, she failed twice.

Cen Xia hesitated, then hurried over and stood beside her, asking cautiously, “Sister, can I help you with that?”

Ji Wanqing ignored her, sitting in the chair with her lips pursed.

Cen Xia froze for half a second, then brazenly stepped forward, picked up the hairdryer, and considerately tested the temperature on her own hand.

Ji Wanqing didn’t show any particular resistance, so Cen Xia took it as her silent consent. She picked up a lock of Ji Wanqing’s long hair with her slender fingers and gently lifted it, testing the weight.

Ji Wanqing’s hair was very straight and long, its original inky black color undyed. Her wet hair, paired with her delicate and graceful figure, gave her a cold and stunningly beautiful aura, like a classical painting.

As a city worker, Cen Xia was used to getting things done quickly. But with the beautiful woman’s long hair in her hands, she couldn’t help but feel a sudden urge to be gentle and careful.

With the whirring of the hairdryer, a fresh scent of shampoo filled the air. Cen Xia meticulously worked through her hair, strand by strand. She controlled the pressure perfectly, her fingertips occasionally massaging her scalp.

The gentle breeze felt comfortable on her head. Ji Wanqing narrowed her eyes, enjoying it like a docile ragdoll cat being petted.

Seeing her expression, Cen Xia couldn’t help but praise her, “Sister, your long hair is so beautiful!”

Ji Wanqing didn’t reply, not even lifting an eyelid, but at least she didn’t show any signs of dislike.

Cen Xia became bolder. As she continued to style and blow-dry her hair, she chatted away, “The weather outside is so nice. The sun just set, so it’s not too hot or too cold. It’s very comfortable. Do you want to go for a walk after I finish your hair?”

She wasn’t sure about the extent of the Ji family’s restrictions on Ji Wanqing, nor was she certain of the chances she would agree, but her sweet voice was still full of anticipation.

Ji Wanqing didn’t respond until her hair was completely dry. Cen Xia didn’t mind. She put away the hairdryer and tidied up the stray hairs on the dressing table.

Ji Wanqing wheeled herself to the walk-in closet to choose clothes. As the sensor door slid open, the entire closet lit up automatically. All sorts of brand-name clothing were neatly arranged inside. Simple dresses were on the bottom, with suits and trousers on the rack above. She had rarely worn them since she became confined to the wheelchair more than a year ago.

Ji Wanqing casually took a black dress from the doorway and held it up against herself. She hesitated, glancing at the naive girl by the dressing table out of the corner of her eye. She then put the black dress back and took out a pearl-white French-style dress instead.

Girls are naturally drawn to beauty. This was a dress she had loved, but she had rarely worn it since she couldn’t stand up.

She held the dress against herself, but struggled when it came to choosing shoes. Just as she was about to put the dress back, Cen Xia, who had finished tidying up, happened to glance over. She ran over, looking like a Cinderella who had just arrived at the castle and was overwhelmed by all the brands.

“Wow, Sister, you have so many clothes! I’ve never seen such a high-end closet in my life!”

Ji Wanqing’s hand, which was holding the dress, paused. She looked up at Cen Xia.

Cen Xia continued, “Sister, this one is beautiful. You have fair skin, and the pearl French-style dress makes you look younger.”

Ji Wanqing: …

Ultimately, under the naive girl’s encouragement, Ji Wanqing wore the French-style dress, paired with a pair of apricot-colored flat leather shoes. Cen Xia had personally picked them out. Even though Ji Wanqing was inwardly exasperated, she ultimately relented.

The two of them changed and went out. Ji Wanqing was in front. The sensor door opened automatically as she passed, and they were greeted by Steward Song, who had come to deliver medicine.

The three faced each other. Ji Wanqing, in her white dress, sat gracefully in her wheelchair like a pure, bright moon, radiating three parts of beauty and seven parts of coldness.

Steward Song froze for a moment, then stammered, “Miss, your medicine!”

Ji Wanqing didn’t look up, not even giving her a basic glance.

Feeling awkward, Steward Song looked to Cen Xia for help, “Madam?”

Cen Xia also felt conflicted. The book said the Cen family, in order to curry favor with the Ji family, had not hesitated to use their daughter as a pawn for a marriage alliance. It seemed the so-called “Ji family” referred to Madam Ji’s side. Facing Steward Song, who was clearly an informant, she didn’t know what to do.

Ji Wanqing noticed the hesitation in Cen Xia’s eyes. She slowly lifted her head, her cold gaze meeting Steward Song’s directly. She raised her hand and quickly gestured in the air.

—You are nobody!

Cen Xia: …

Steward Song: …

The servants downstairs, who had heard the commotion, secretly peeked out and saw the scene. Steward Song, an old woman, was being publicly ridiculed so mercilessly by the young lady. She was utterly humiliated. But then again, this young lady was known to have heartlessly fired her loyal attendants of many years. It was no surprise she would treat her this way.

The servants hiding in the corner watched the drama unfold with schadenfreude. Steward Song’s face turned red with anger. She forcefully suppressed her discontent and stood there with her head bowed.

Cen Xia found the young lady’s domineering presence a little amusing, but she couldn’t directly challenge Madam Ji’s authority. She looked up, pretending to offer comfort, “Auntie, just leave it there for now. Wanqing isn’t in a good mood right now. I’ll take her out for a walk, and she’ll take it when we get back.”

Steward Song was clever and took the hint, stepping down the stairs. She said, “Thank you, Madam!”

While they were talking, Ji Wanqing had already wheeled herself toward the elevator. Seeing that the “little kid” hadn’t followed, she stopped, glanced back, and then continued forward.

Cen Xia saw that Ji Wanqing was almost at the elevator and hurried to catch up, giving her a mischievous smile.

Ji Wanqing shifted her gaze, ignoring her. The elevator door opened. Cen Xia held the button, allowing Ji Wanqing to enter. The elevator was spacious, and the two of them were silent inside. Just as they were about to reach the first floor, Cen Xia suddenly spoke, “Thank you, Sister, for protecting me just now!”

Ji Wanqing slightly raised her eyes. Her face was expressionless, but she moved her arm as if to express something. Cen Xia focused her attention, and in the next second, she saw a clear hand gesture.

—Don’t flatter yourself!

Cen Xia: …

With a “ding,” the elevator door opened. Ji Wanqing lowered her gaze and wheeled herself out directly, without waiting for Cen Xia to hold the door.

The last rays of sunset had faded completely. The sky was a pearly white, and the air was filled with the warmth of the summer breeze. The two of them walked in the approaching twilight, following the path lined with trees around the villa. Cen Xia pointed to a lush green lawn ahead and asked, “Sister, do you want to go see that?”

Ji Wanqing didn’t respond, just wheeled herself to a stop in front of the lawn.

Cen Xia said, “Sister, do you want to get down?”

Ji Wanqing thought for a moment, then raised an arm, waiting for the other person to help her.

Cen Xia understood the signal, extended her long arms, and easily swept Ji Wanqing into her embrace. This was the third time she had held Ji Wanqing since they met.

Ji Wanqing’s body stiffened slightly. The other person was very warm, unlike her own perpetual coldness. She smelled of sweet gardenias, and it was a pleasant scent.

Cen Xia effortlessly carried her onto the lawn. Fearing that Ji Wanqing might get cold, she unceremoniously took off her own outer layer, leaving only a slip dress that highlighted her perfect figure.

She spread her outer layer on the grass and then placed Ji Wanqing on it, before lying down herself.

Surrounded by lush greenery and the chirping of cicadas, she was like a carefree little sun illuminating the approaching darkness. Ji Wanqing glanced at her from the corner of her eye.

Cen Xia rested one hand on her forehead and pointed to the distant sky with the other. She said, “Sister, the night sky is going to be amazing tonight. Look, the stars are already starting to work!”

Ji Wanqing followed her gaze, her eyes fixed on the distant night sky. Her thoughts were deeply captivated by something. By the time she came back to her senses, the person beside her had already fallen asleep.

She felt an itch on her calf. She scratched it and saw several large bumps on her fair skin. Feeling uncomfortable, she wanted to wake up the sleeping Cen Xia, but seeing her sleeping so peacefully, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She withdrew her hand.

Ji Wanqing’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment. Cen Xia’s features were lovely. Her starry eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fanned out, and her delicate, graceful features and small dimples at the corners of her lips made her look like a blooming morning glory, a beauty beyond compare.

For some reason, she suddenly had an urge to poke her. Just then, the “morning glory’s” brow furrowed, and her expression became tense.

Ji Wanqing immediately sat up straight, her eyes guiltily fixed on the distance. In the next second, the person beside her sat up like a ghost, yelling with flailing arms, “Ji Wanqing, don’t die! If you die, what will I do!”

Ji Wanqing: ?

Cen Xia was prone to vivid dreams when she slept. Everything that had happened that afternoon had pushed her emotions to the limit. In her dream, she saw Ji Wanqing lying on the ground, not waking up. She kept shaking her shoulders and calling out to her, and she woke herself up in the process.

Ji Wanqing turned her head, her calm gaze fixed on her.

Cen Xia took a second to realize she had had a nightmare. She lowered her head in embarrassment, only to see a row of large mosquito bites on Ji Wanqing’s fair calves. She didn’t have time to be mortified and immediately pounced on her, reaching for her calves, “Sister, you’ve been bitten by mosquitoes? Let me see!”

At the touch of her skin, Ji Wanqing involuntarily flinched.

Cen Xia didn’t think much of it. She dabbed her finger on her lips to get some saliva and expertly rubbed it on Ji Wanqing’s calf.

“Rubbing it will make the itching go away!”

When she was little at the orphanage, she was often bitten by mosquitoes. Sometimes, when bug spray wasn’t readily available, the director would use saliva to soothe the bites for everyone. Over time, all the children learned the trick. Even now that she was an adult, Cen Xia still loved this folk remedy. At this moment, she was applying it to the Ji family’s young lady’s calf with complete ease.

Ji Wanqing was passively receiving this method of itch relief. She pursed her lips and stared at Cen Xia, her eyes icy. She looked as if she could freeze her into a specimen at any second.

Cen Xia was too preoccupied with worry to notice. The blue control panel in her mind had become numb from being stared at for so long. Then, a “ding” sounded.

Host Cen Xia, your current behavior is very unsatisfactory to the target, Ms. Ji Wanqing. The system will issue a warning.

Cen Xia’s hand, which was applying the saliva, paused. She then belatedly realized what a foolish thing she had just done.

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