Transmigrated as the Chongxi Wife of a Critically Ill Young Lady - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

When Ji Wanqing woke up, the two of them were in a very awkward embrace. Her breathing hitched, and she wanted to close her eyes and fall back asleep, but she was wide awake. The other person’s body was like a small furnace. Two arms were wrapped around her, and her slender legs were wrapped around her waist, almost smothering her.

She moved slightly in her arms. It was a very gentle movement, but Cen Xia still woke up. She felt the softness of the person in her embrace and her mind went blank for a second. She quickly lowered her eyes to see if the other person was awake.

In an instant, two pairs of bright eyes met. Ji Wanqing’s ears, neck, and cheeks quickly turned a deep crimson, like a cooked shrimp.

Cen Xia’s heart pounded, but she didn’t change her position.

Ji Wanqing narrowed her eyes: Move!

Cen Xia belatedly realized her mistake. She immediately released her arms, shot up, and jumped off the bed barefoot. She stood at the edge of the bed with her head down, like a puppy who had made a huge mistake, waiting for its master’s scolding.

Ji Wanqing calmed herself down and pointed to the wheelchair on the floor. Cen Xia quickly picked her up and put her in it.

She wheeled herself to the bathroom and didn’t let Cen Xia follow.

Cen Xia was worried, so after she went in, she quietly followed.

Through the frosted glass door, the sound of water was gushing. Cen Xia stood outside, her body temperature was higher than usual, and she also wanted to go in and take a cold shower.

Ji Wanqing came out soon, wearing an off-white silk nightgown. Her long hair was wet, giving her a delicate, but beautiful look. She ignored Cen Xia and wheeled herself to the dressing table.

Cen Xia followed her like a puppy. She naturally glanced at the hairdryer on the table. “Sister, I’ll help you dry your hair. Can you come with me to cook later?”

Ji Wanqing looked up and gave her a faint look.

—Are you bargaining with me?

Cen Xia smiled. After frequent contact, Ji Wanqing’s coldness no longer had any deterrent effect on her. She picked up a strand of hair and started blow-drying it for her, as gently as before. The strong wind quickly dried her hair.

Ji Wanqing’s body felt more refreshed than before. The few hours of sleep also helped. Under Cen Xia’s relentless persistence, the two of them went into the kitchen together.

Cen Xia was a good cook, and the spacious kitchen was enough for her to show off her skills. She pulled Ji Wanqing to the side to watch while she prepared the ingredients and kneaded the dough, as if she were in her own home.

Ji Wanqing looked at her busy back and was suddenly lost in a trance.

When she was very young, her mother often brought her to the kitchen to play. In her spare time, she loved to make pastries. When the little one wouldn’t leave her side, she would simply bring her along. When the dough was ready, she’d give her a small piece to appease her and then get back to her own work.

At that time, she seemed to be easily satisfied. She would play with the small piece of dough, getting flour all over her nose, having a blast.

Her only childhood memory was deeply ingrained in her mind, but the person’s shadow was getting farther and farther away. She even hoped to see her in her dreams, but she never did. The warm scenes from that time never appeared in her dreams. She must be blaming her.

Cen Xia cracked an egg into the flour, turned to look at her, and found Ji Wanqing sitting in her wheelchair, her eyes blankly staring ahead. She darted over, poked her nose with her index finger, leaving a little white flour on it.

“Little sister, what are you thinking about?”

Ji Wanqing’s thoughts were pulled back. She came to her senses, her eyes a little dazed.

Cen Xia smiled and asked, “Do you want to knead the dough? I’ll teach you.”

Ji Wanqing didn’t show any expression. She pulled her hand to the counter. The counter was at a normal height, which was too high for Ji Wanqing in her wheelchair.

Cen Xia tied an apron on her, took out her phone, and snapped a picture of her in a similar manner.

Ji Wanqing didn’t have time to hide. She looked at the camera with a blank expression. The little bit of white flour on her nose made her look very cute.

Cen Xia giggled as she looked at the photo, zoomed in for a closer look, and still giggled.

Ji Wanqing couldn’t understand what she was so happy about, but her thoughts were always drawn back to that smile.

She turned her phone around and showed it to Ji Wanqing. “Sister, look, who’s this little angel? She’s so cute!”

Ji Wanqing’s pupils constricted when she saw the photo. She reached out to snatch her phone, but Cen Xia quickly dodged to the side of the wheelchair, squatted down, and switched to the front camera, taking another picture.

She opened her album, specifically found that photo, and held it far away for Ji Wanqing to see.

On the screen, Ji Wanqing had a pouting face, while Cen Xia was laughing happily. The two of them together looked strangely well-matched. Cen Xia said, “Sister, do you want it? I’ll send it to you. One hundred dollars a piece?”

Ji Wanqing turned her head to look at her.

Cen Xia held up five fingers. “Fifty?”

Ji Wanqing’s eyes turned colder. Kid, who gave you the courage to bargain with me?

Cen Xia laughed. “Okay, okay, I won’t sell it anymore!”

She saved the photos on her phone. Just as she was about to get up, Ji Wanqing tugged on her skirt.

Cen Xia turned her head. Ji Wanqing’s gaze was burning hot. She felt a jolt and instinctively looked away.

Ji Wanqing tugged on her arm, forcing her to look at her, then raised her hand.

—The photos are mine. You took them without my permission, which is an invasion of privacy. I can sue you!

Cen Xia saw that she wasn’t really angry and started to act cheeky again. “Your legal awareness is quite strong!”

Ji Wanqing quickly gestured with her fingers in the air.

—I suggest you hand it over obediently!

After she made the gesture, she even reached out to ask for her phone, looking very serious and cute.

Cen Xia was amused and obediently handed over her phone. Ji Wanqing waited to take it, but then Cen Xia suddenly changed her mind and ran away.

Ji Wanqing was upset at being tricked. Her dark eyes stared at her.

Cen Xia stood next to her, laughing and teasing her.

“There’s a photo of me in there, too. A celebrity taking a photo with a fan isn’t an invasion of privacy. How about this? We can become friends. I’ll send you the photos then. Deal?”

Ji Wanqing thought for a moment, took out her phone, and quickly tapped the screen with her long fingers to bring up her WeChat QR code. She handed it to her, telling her to scan it. It was a fluid and decisive movement.

Cen Xia quickly took out her phone and scanned her QR code, feeling a surge of happiness.

An add-friend request popped up. She tapped a few times in the input box and typed out a long string: “Co-owner of communal property – Cen Xia.” She gently tapped to send it.

At the same time, a friend request popped up on Ji Wanqing’s phone. She held her phone with both hands and carefully read the long message. She then tapped the accept button heavily.

Both of their WeChat accounts simultaneously received the notification that the friend request had been accepted.

Cen Xia looked at the new name in her friends list, her eyes narrowed into little crescents. She clicked on it and tapped on Ji Wanqing’s profile picture twice.

Ji Wanqing immediately received a “poked” notification. She thought for a moment, clicked on it, and tapped on the other person’s profile picture four times. A message popped up asking, “Undo this poke?”

She pressed cancel. After a while, she tapped it twice again, and the “undo” message still popped up. She was frustrated, but she sat in her wheelchair, determinedly waiting.

Cen Xia sent the two photos from her album.

Ji Wanqing’s phone vibrated. She hesitated whether to exit the “poke” mode, but her phone “dinged” again. So she quickly tapped the other’s profile picture twice and returned to the chat interface.

She looked at the chat history, counted, and found that she had “poked” Cen Xia two more times. She was extremely happy. After quickly saving the two photos, she switched back to “poke” mode.

The two of them began to play the “mutual poke” game. Ji Wanqing was clearly much more competitive. By the time Cen Xia started kneading the dough, she was still sitting properly in her wheelchair, poking every few seconds.

Cen Xia’s phone on the counter lit up frequently. Her hands were covered in flour and water, so she couldn’t touch it. Ji Wanqing just kept poking and poking.

Every time she poked, the electronic voice in Cen Xia’s mind would sound, and her happiness index would increase by 0.1 percentage points. In the end, her happiness value soared from 5 to 10.

Cen Xia looked at her several times in between. Each time, Ji Wanqing was holding her phone with both hands, her lips pursed, her eyes fixed on the screen, like a lonely and playful child. She would find any game interesting as long as her companion was willing to play with her.

Tears welled up in Cen Xia’s eyes several times. She swore that from now on, she would stay by Ji Wanqing’s side and find every way possible to do many interesting things with her. She could also take her out and go to places she had never been. She didn’t want her to be alone and trapped in a cage like this anymore.

Ji Wanqing also looked at her in the middle of all this, watching her knead the dough seriously and seeing her lost in thought. As she watched, she suddenly had a new idea. She opened her camera and started taking candid photos of her from various angles. In the end, her photo album was full of Cen Xia’s pictures. She wheeled over and reached out to tug on her skirt.

Cen Xia was focused on pulling the noodles. She noticed the movement and looked down at her.

Ji Wanqing opened her album and revealed countless unflattering photos to her.

Cen Xia was stunned.

Ji Wanqing raised her hand.

—Want them? I’ll send them to you. One hundred dollars each!

Seeing that the other person didn’t react, she gestured with her fingers in the air.

—How about half price? Fifty dollars a piece?

Cen Xia: …

The cold electronic voice kept “beeping” in her mind. The happiness value was only increasing. She looked at the girl in front of her, sitting in her wheelchair in her off-white dress, her face showing no expression, but her fingers were tapping away.

Cen Xia couldn’t help it. She bent down and hugged her.

Ji Wanqing was caught off guard. By the time she reacted, the other person had already pulled her arms back.

Cen Xia stood up and continued to pull the noodles, teasing her while she worked.

“Do you want to eat noodles? Fifty dollars a strand, five hundred for ten?”

…

During the meal, the two of them got along perfectly. The fragrant noodles came out of the pot, and Ji Wanqing ate a whole bowl. She hadn’t eaten like this in a long time. With several hours of sleep, she felt reborn and extremely energized. In the afternoon, she even pulled Cen Xia out to sunbathe.

The summer sun was scorching. The two of them walked under the shade of the trees with an umbrella. Ji Wanqing sat in her wheelchair, and Cen Xia walked backward in front of her. Her hair blew over her collarbone, fluttering messily in front of her chest. The white skirt was spread out by the wind, creating a beautiful scene.

Ji Wanqing took out her phone and started taking pictures of her again. Cen Xia deliberately covered her face.

“A picture of a beautiful woman is one hundred dollars. No candid shots!”

Ji Wanqing raised her hand.

—It’s not a candid shot; it’s an open and honest one!

Cen Xia laughed. She said, “Sister, you’re being a cheat. No dinner for you tonight!”

Ji Wanqing’s lips also curled into a barely visible smile. The light shining on her face added a touch of warmth to her fragile smile.

Cen Xia said, “Sister, your smile is so beautiful. You should smile more often!”

Ji Wanqing’s eyes dimmed a little.

Smile more often. But she was not a person who loved to smile. Everything that fate had forced upon her was suffocating. Her mother, who had been strong all her life, left her when she was six years old, transferring all the company’s shares to her name before she died. Her father was busy with work and paid little attention to her. Later, Madam Ji came into their lives and treated her kindly for more than ten years, and they were as close as mother and daughter.

But at her birthday party, she learned that Madam Ji was her father’s true love when he was young. Her mother’s death was a long-planned plot by the two of them to seize power. The kindness she had been shown all her life turned into a hatred for her mother’s killer overnight. All the gentleness and kindness were fake, including her birth, which was just a part of a conspiracy. They chose to reveal this secret at her 28th birthday party to celebrate their successful plot.

And she, a person who had lived in a conspiracy for many years, who had seen her mother’s killer as a loved one, did she deserve to smile? No, she didn’t!

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