Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Cen Xia shamelessly tried to make up for her mistake all the way back, but the anger in the young lady’s eyes didn’t lessen at all. When they reached the third floor and got out of the elevator, Ji Wanqing’s wheelchair moved so fast that Cen Xia had to run to keep up.

The room door opened, Ji Wanqing wheeled herself inside, and the sensor door automatically closed, leaving Cen Xia locked out.

She stood outside the door, took a deep breath, and knocked gently. “Sister?”

Ji Wanqing’s wheelchair didn’t move away. With only a door between them, Cen Xia could sense her every move.

Cen Xia stood there for a long time. It was very quiet inside. She gently tapped on the door again.

“Sister, remember to put some bug spray on your legs. You’ve had a long day, so get some rest. I’ll head back now.”

Ji Wanqing didn’t respond. After a while, she felt the faint sound of footsteps outside the door gradually fade away. She lowered her eyes, looking at the row of red welts on her calves. After a long, long time, she raised her right hand, dabbed her fingertip on her lips, and rubbed a small amount of saliva on her bites one by one.

—Rubbing it will make the itching go away.

—Ji Wanqing, don’t die. If you die, what will I do?

—Thank you, Sister, for protecting me just now.

…

In just a few hours of being together, the strange girl’s various actions had been planted in her heart, so casually and so unexpectedly.

She took out her phone, and her long fingers scrolled through her contacts. The messages were still from that morning, a simple message from Aunt Gu after her contract was terminated: Do as she wishes, don’t make it difficult for her children.

Ji Wanqing lowered her eyes, her expression unreadable. After a few minutes, she sent a message, gave a few simple instructions, and put her phone away. The exhaustion in her body was overwhelming. She wheeled herself to the French window and closed the curtains.

After returning to her room, Cen Xia kept an eye on the third floor. Half a day of being with Ji Wanqing had made her feel a sense of care for her. It wasn’t the kind of attention forced by the system; she was just worried about that girl, that stubborn princess trapped in a cage.

The light in Ji Wanqing’s room stayed on all night, visible through the curtains. Cen Xia also stayed up late. Early the next morning, a servant knocked on her door, saying the young lady had requested to see her.

Cen Xia quickly got ready. When she arrived, the door to Ji Wanqing’s room was open. Steward Song was also there, standing trembling beside the coffee table with her head down.

Beside her was a tall, burly man with a menacing face, standing straight and still like the Grim Reaper.

Ji Wanqing was opposite them, reading a paper contract.

When Cen Xia knocked on the door, Ji Wanqing looked up, then uncapped her fountain pen and quickly scribbled on the termination contract.

She threw the signed document onto the coffee table.

When Cen Xia saw the three characters “Ji Wanqing,” she was stunned. The signature on Aunt Gu’s agreement was also in the same handwriting. How was that possible?

She glanced at the person in the wheelchair opposite her.

Ji Wanqing was expressionless, her cold gaze fixed on the document.

Steward Song nervously took the document. The man next to her handed her a pen. With a trembling hand, she signed her name.

Ji Wanqing didn’t give her any more attention. She looked up, her gaze meeting Cen Xia’s. She looked at her and gently raised her arm.

—From now on, you’ll take her position!

Cen Xia: ?

Before she could react, Ji Wanqing raised her arm toward the bodyguard next to Steward Song.

—Take her away!

The Grim Reaper seemed to have received a command from a superior. He bowed respectfully to Ji Wanqing. “Yes, Miss!”

After the two of them left, only Cen Xia and Ji Wanqing remained in the room. Cen Xia still couldn’t figure out what had happened. After a moment of silence, she brazenly decided to try to get closer to the young lady.

“Sister, was the man who just left your bodyguard? He looks so impressive!”

She didn’t mention the unpleasant business, just a simple statement of admiration, which contained all her trust and understanding. It was like a small flame, slowly burning toward her heart and melting the small patch of coldness.

Ji Wanqing subtly rolled her eyes, which made Cen Xia laugh. She said, “Sister, you’re so cute when you’re angry!”

In the next second, the “cute” sister raised her finger and made a stitching motion across her mouth.

Cen Xia: …

She quickly shut her mouth. The room became quiet. Ji Wanqing wheeled herself past her to the French window to look at the view. Her frail body was still straight and tall. Even though she couldn’t speak or stand, her air of superiority was so strong.

Cen Xia couldn’t help but wonder what kind of methods the Ji family used to confine Ji Wanqing to this state. If she could make Madam Ji’s informant of many years leave overnight, it meant she wasn’t afraid of the Ji family. So why did she let them have their way? Was she hurting herself? But why? What kind of blow could make a person give up so completely?

She couldn’t figure it out, so she instinctively walked over and stood next to her.

Ji Wanqing noticed her movement and glanced at her from the corner of her eye.

Cen Xia smiled, called out “Sister,” and her smile was sweet and healing in the sunlight.

Ji Wanqing turned her head to look at her.

She said, “Sister, I’m the new head steward now. I’ll be with you every day and make you lots of delicious food. I’m a really good cook!”

Ji Wanqing’s expression froze for a moment before quickly returning to its usual coldness. She raised her arm expressionlessly.

—Like yesterday’s leftovers?

Cen Xia was speechless. The coldness in Ji Wanqing’s eyes lessened by half. She raised her hand again.

—I don’t eat leftovers. Go back and rest!

After the imposing aura faded, the trace of weakness in her eyes was no longer concealed. Cen Xia noticed the dark circles under her eyes, barely hidden by makeup.

“Sister, what time did you go to bed last night? Your eye bags are so big.”

Ji Wanqing: !!!

Just as Cen Xia was about to be frozen into a block of ice by the young lady, her phone suddenly rang. She paused, her eyes instinctively flickered to the corners of the ceiling, then back to Ji Wanqing for a moment.

Ji Wanqing followed her gaze and, for once, raised her hand to “explain.”

—That’s a smoke detector. You don’t have to pretend anymore!

Seeing her gesture, Cen Xia smiled and answered the phone.

The two were close, and Madam Ji’s voice was faintly audible. She said, “Xiaxia, did the police come to see you yesterday? Don’t worry, honey, they just came to understand the situation. Your mom will handle any problems!”

Cen Xia was smart and understood the hidden meaning. Since she was a child, she had always hated being threatened. She frowned, then used the pleasant and polite fake smile she used with clients. “Yes, thank you, Mom. The police officers said that Aunt Gu’s death was a normal accident. They just needed to take a simple statement from me. There’s nothing else.”

Madam Ji laughed, her tone very kind. “That’s good. How’s it going with Wanqing?”

Cen Xia looked up at Ji Wanqing, and her smile became a little more genuine. She said, “Sister is great. She takes good care of me!”

Madam Ji sighed, speaking earnestly, “This matter has been a big blow to Wanqing. Wanqing personally signed Aunt Gu’s termination. Although it was for the elderly woman’s health, something so big happened…”

She trailed off, and a momentary look of disgust appeared on Cen Xia’s face, hidden by her forced smile. She said, “Auntie, please don’t worry. Sister will get through this!”

The two exchanged a few pleasantries before hanging up. Cen Xia immediately dropped her look of disgust. When she looked at the girl in front of her, she was back to her most gentle and sunny self.

She giggled like a mischievous child asking for a reward. “Sister, how’s my performance as your new ‘palace concubine’?”

Ji Wanqing hadn’t slept all night and was exhausted. She didn’t have the strength to use hand gestures to “choke” her again.

Cen Xia noticed her pale face, moved closer, and took her hand. “Are you not feeling well? Why don’t you lie down for a bit?”

When their fingers touched, Ji Wanqing’s wrist moved, and she looked at her.

Cen Xia ignored her and scooped her up from the wheelchair. Ji Wanqing’s body tensed, and her dark eyes stared at her, looking a little bewildered.

She carried her toward the bed, and Ji Wanqing just kept looking at her, not struggling or resisting.

The bed was very soft with a light gray comforter. Cen Xia pulled it back slightly. Ji Wanqing, small as she was, sank into it like a cute ragdoll cat. When Cen Xia let go, she grabbed her arm with both hands.

Cen Xia looked at her. Her eyes were full of tension, like a frightened little animal—fierce yet pathetic.

And she, Cen Xia, was the small animal’s new owner. She tentatively reached out her other hand, trying to pet her head.

Ji Wanqing flinched but didn’t let go of her arm.

Cen Xia’s hand froze in mid-air. She then withdrew it and said, “Then, Sister, you lie down for a while, and I’ll go get you something to eat?”

Ji Wanqing’s grip on her arm tightened, and she shook her head, her eyes filled with resistance.

She was very afraid of beds, afraid of lying down, afraid that she would never be able to get up again, just like that one time. The physical pain was unbearable, and the mental torment was endless. That feeling of helplessness, despair, and fear was something a normal person could not experience.

Cen Xia was confused. She looked at the two hands holding her arm, thought for a few seconds, and guessed, “Sister, are you afraid of sleeping alone? I can stay with you, okay?”

This time, Ji Wanqing let go of her hand, and her long eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings over her phoenix-like eyes. It was a sign of silent consent, or perhaps a surrender to her fate.

Cen Xia didn’t overthink it. She just climbed onto the bed, kicked off her shoes, and lay down beside her.

They were close, and Ji Wanqing’s back was to her. Tears uncontrollably flowed from the corners of her eyes, spreading across the light gray pillow. At this moment, she had lost all her cold, haughty aura, reduced to nothing more than a helpless cripple.

Cen Xia was afraid she was cold and pulled a thin blanket over her from the side, trying to cover her. Her hand had just touched her back when she realized Ji Wanqing was trembling violently. She said, “Sister, are you not feeling well?”

Ji Wanqing didn’t answer. She pressed one hand against her chest with all her might, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath, trying to get through the wave of sadness as quickly as possible.

Cen Xia gently covered her with the thin blanket and tucked it in around her.

Ji Wanqing couldn’t hold on and passed out. She often fell asleep this way when she couldn’t bear the emotional pain, trapped in a dream for hours.

When Cen Xia saw she was asleep, she lay on her side, not daring to move, even softening her breathing.

Soon, Ji Wanqing began to twitch in her sleep, just like she had on the sofa. She couldn’t make a sound and was trying to stop herself from crying by clutching her throat.

Seeing this, Cen Xia hugged her and tried to comfort her. Ji Wanqing’s mood slowly improved. She curled up in Cen Xia’s arms, her hands instinctively moving toward her soft chest.

Cen Xia’s body stiffened for a moment. She was about to do something when she heard a “ding.”

Ding! Congratulations, Host! Your happiness index has increased by 4.91 percentage points. Your current happiness value is 5.

She paused in her attempt to move her hands and instead wrapped her arm around Ji Wanqing’s shoulder.

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