Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 67

Chapter 67

While being interrogated in the interrogation room, Cen Xia’s mind “dinged,” and the long-lost system sound rang out.

Hello, Host. I am the post-marriage happiness index system from the Transmigration Bureau.

Cen Xia’s eyes lit up, and she listened carefully.

I regret to inform you that your mission target, Jiwanching, is extremely angry about you abandoning her to turn yourself in. The happiness index has been deducted by 49 percentage points. Your current happiness value is 1.

Cen Xia: “…”

This was a return to square one, but at least there was still 1 percentage point, which was enough to get her through a period of imprisonment.

Your attitude is good, but to be honest, you are the worst host I have ever had at completing a mission.

Cen Xia smiled a forced smile. “Thank you, but now that you’re back, can you tell me where the original host is?”

The original host is dead, otherwise, this mission wouldn’t have been yours, Host.

Cen Xia: “…”

“Then if I complete the mission, can she come back to life?”

Host, don’t be silly. Please try to think with your toes. Can a person who is already dead come back to life?

“But… her lover is still waiting for her. Besides, how do I know you’re not lying to me?”

System: “…”

This was the first time it had ever encountered such a stupid host. Not only did she fall in love with the mission target and fail to increase her own happiness index, but she was also worrying about the original host. Was that something a host should be concerned about?

Thirty seconds later, Cen Xia’s mind received a memory. The original host took the medicine, lay down, and completely lost consciousness, becoming a cold body on the bed.

Almost a whole night passed. In the morning, her soul entered the body, giving it warmth again, and she was discovered by the Cen family and rescued…

She was dead and couldn’t come back!

Tears welled up in Cen Xia’s eyes.

The police officer called out to her, “Miss Cen, we would like to confirm again whether your statement is true?”

Cen Xia paused, then nodded. “I confirm that the situation is true!”

Tang Shaoyun arrived and accompanied Jiwanching to the hospital where Ji Yanqing was.

On the way, she thought a lot. Her mother, Shanqing, they all died for her. Even Cen Xia turned herself in so that her future life would be safe.

Ultimately, everything was due to her weakness. In the future, only if she was strong enough could they feel at ease and not risk their lives.

She made up her mind. From this moment on, she would use her strength in exchange for their peace of mind. No matter what the future held, she would face it with composure and stand on her own.

Ji Yanqing had been transferred to a regular psychiatric ward, but she refused to see Jiwanching. She didn’t know how to face her.

Xiao Wu went to the doctor to get a form. When she pushed the door open, she saw that Jiwanching was still there, sitting upright in her wheelchair, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

“Miss Ji, why don’t you go back first? Miss she…”

Jiwanching’s eyes were firm. She turned her wheelchair a little, making a path, but she had no intention of leaving.

Since she was a child, even when Mrs. Ji drove her crazy on the hospital bed, she had never asked anyone for help. Now, for Cen Xia, she came to see Ji Yanqing, giving up her dignity and pride.

Xiao Wu was helpless. She went in and whispered to Ji Yanqing, “Miss, Miss Ji hasn’t left yet.”

Ji Yanqing knew she wouldn’t leave. The two of them grew up together. She knew Jiwanching. Once she made a decision, she wouldn’t change it easily.

She closed her eyes, paused for a moment, and said, “Let her in!”

Jiwanching went in and saw Shao Yu lying on the bed, her tired face blending in with the white hospital gown.

She wanted to call her name, but when she looked up, their eyes met. In an instant, the image of that crazy woman kicking Shanqing to death popped into her mind.

Jiwanching opened her mouth but couldn’t say a single word.

The other person spoke first, her tone sharp. “Miss Ji, you condescended to come and see a useless person like me. Is she that important to you?”

Jiwanching didn’t say anything, still sitting upright.

Ji Yanqing asked again, “What do you like about her?”

After a few seconds, Jiwanching said coldly, “I like everything. As long as it’s something she has.”

Ji Yanqing chuckled, probing, “What if I don’t agree?”

Jiwanching thought for a moment and said, “I will hire the best lawyer, even if it costs me everything.”

The calmness and composure in her eyes were as if she had already guessed the outcome and made a second plan.

Ji Yanqing said, “Then why are you still coming to me?”

Jiwanching spoke directly, without beating around the bush. “Coming to you is the most direct solution.”

Ji Yanqing raised her lips. “You haven’t changed much from before.”

She said, “But you are no longer the Shao Yu I knew.”

Ji Yanqing nodded in silent acknowledgment. “Yes, she’s dead. So you can go back. I won’t help you, and I can’t help her. Go back!”

She never agreed until Jiwanching left the room.

The person lying on the hospital bed had tears streaming down her face. She pulled the quilt to her lips and bit it, going from a quiet sob to an uncontrollable cry. Xiao Wu comforted her from the side, “Miss, don’t be like this. It’s all in the past. Don’t torment yourself like this.”

Any words of comfort seemed so pale and powerless to Shao Yu now. She had done many wrong things, some with a clear mind and some unconsciously. She herself couldn’t tell which were intentional and which were due to a loss of control.

But the real harm was undeniable.

Her love was too terrifying. Her love caused others fatal pain. Even if she had agreed to Jiwanching’s request just now, it wouldn’t make up for anything.

She didn’t want Jiwanching to think that a person like her still had a conscience and was worthy of sympathy or forgiveness.

She would rather live in the hatred of others for the rest of her life…

Shao Yu cried for a while, then calmed down and said to Xiao Wu, “Go and handle it. Do as she wants. Don’t let anyone know.”

“Miss…”

Xiao Wu was about to say something.

Shao Yu waved her hand. “Go. When this is over, take me to a place where no one knows me. To the seaside, to the countryside, to your hometown, anywhere is fine. I want to leave, Xiao Wu.”

Xiao Wu’s eyes widened in surprise.

Shao Yu smiled faintly. “I’ll give you all the money I’ve saved these past few years. Don’t look down on me, okay?”

Tears instantly fell from Xiao Wu’s eyes. She cried, “Miss, I don’t want your money. It’s my dream to have a day like this. How could I look down on you…”

After so many years of guarding her, her dream was about to come true. How could she look down on her? As long as she was willing, she would take her to the ends of the earth. As long as she was well, she would do anything for her.

Jiwanching left the hospital and dragged her tired body to the detention center.

On the way, she told Tang Shaoyun to find the best lawyer and fight for a reduced sentence for Cen Xia. Ji Yanqing’s injuries were worse than expected, and she might have to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

Accidentally causing serious injury to someone can result in a sentence of three to ten years in prison. The sentence can be reduced if the victim’s family forgives the perpetrator, but it was clear that Ji Yanqing’s side would not be agreeable. From now on, she could only do her best to fight for Cen Xia.

When Jiwanching arrived, Cen Xia was being brought out by a police officer.

The moment their eyes met, Jiwanching’s heart trembled, but she controlled her emotions. The coldness in her eyes masked all her worries and longing.

Cen Xia’s smile, however, was much more relaxed than before. She called out, “Sister.”

Jiwanching ignored her.

Cen Xia called out again, “Sister.”

She simply looked away.

Cen Xia spoke, calling her name, “Jiwanching.”

Jiwanching looked up and saw her gesturing with both hands. “Wait for me for three years. Maybe it won’t even be three years. One or two years will be enough. When I get out, this Xiaxia will belong completely to you.”

Jiwanching’s phoenix eyes widened.

Cen Xia said, “She’s gone, Sister. She was gone before I came. I feel sad for General Manager Jiang, but I didn’t take her body. We didn’t do anything wrong to them, Sister. We didn’t do anything wrong to them…”

She stated her sorrow, over and over again, as if she was trying to express everything she had endured alone during this time.

Jiwanching lowered her eyes, and tears fell.

At the same time, the system’s voice in Cen Xia’s mind “dinged” several times, and her happiness value shot up.

Both of them felt both heavy-hearted and joyful. They felt sorry for the original host and Jiang He, regretting the person who had left and worrying about the one who was alive. But they also put down the self-blame and guilt they had been carrying. They didn’t do anything wrong to them. They belonged to each other.

A few days later, in court, Cen Xia was sentenced to only six months, thanks to the private settlement and the lawyer’s hard work.

In the six months she was away, Jiwanching worked hard on her physical therapy and her throat recovery.

Two months later, she was able to stand up. Three months later, her throat was good enough for her to sing. The Ji family company, under her leadership, developed rapidly. She herself returned to the stage of her former glory, dazzling and surrounded by people.

But every night, she would hide under the covers and cry, holding the pillow she had slept on and missing her.

Every time it was a visiting day, she would spend a lot of time getting ready. She would wear a suit, walk with long strides, and look like a CEO. Cen Xia would look at her in a daze.

Jiwanching’s eyes were cold. In these past six months, she had never given her a good look.

A few times, Jiang He came with her. Seeing Cen Xia’s infatuated expression, she couldn’t help but mock her, “You finally get a taste of your own medicine!”

Cen Xia rolled her eyes. They hadn’t told her about the original host yet, afraid that she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Jiang He had taken over the Jiang family company and became the youngest tech CEO in the industry. Everyone was envious, but only those who had experienced it knew that she was actually holding on with a sense of longing and a little bit of hope that made her shine.

Si Jing was her assistant, following her around every day, calling her “General Manager He.”

She disliked her, but in her professional field, she always taught her everything she knew without holding back. Friends should be sincere and hold nothing back.

In comparison, she preferred to deal with smart people like Jiwanching. The two of them were both competitors and close friends. The industry often compared these two young CEOs.

Cen Xia had good behavior inside and had her sentence reduced by a few days. She didn’t let the staff inform the people outside. She wanted to go back a week early to surprise Jiwanching.

When she was released, Jiwanching was performing. Cen Xia went to the venue in a white dress, but as soon as she entered, she was stopped by the staff. She said she was Jiwanching’s wife, and it took a long time for her to be let in.

Jiwanching was in the center of the stage. The fans were screaming their lungs out. When the song ended, Cen Xia was silently crying, still in a daze. A group of people crowded around her, blocking her from the front.

She belatedly realized what was happening. She desperately squeezed in, waving her small hand, “Jiwanching, over here! I’m here!”

The crowd was too strong. Her small hand was swallowed by the sea of people. In the blink of an eye, she saw a young man walk up with a loving look on his face and give Jiwanching flowers.

The next second, the electronic sound in her mind rang out.

Congratulations, Host, your happiness index has met the standard. The transmigration mission is complete.

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