Accidentally Marked My Ex’s Crush, the Ice-Cold Goddess O - Chapter 12: Quite Sensible Today

Chapter 12: Quite Sensible Today

“The wound is healing poorly. Did it get wet again these past two days?”

Gu Feiran let go of her head and asked.

Jiang Ci finally stood up straight, stretched a little to ease the soreness, and didn’t care much about the wound on her head. “It got a bit wet. I’ve been busy these past two days and needed to meet someone important. Not washing my hair or bathing wouldn’t be good.”

She was very careful when bathing, even wrapping her head, and didn’t wash her hair herself.

If it still got wet like that, there was nothing she could do.

Gu Feiran took the medical chart from under her arm, held it in her hand, and put her mask back on. “Suit yourself. When you have time, remember to register at the hospital. The doctor will see the wound and prescribe anti-inflammatory medicine.”

These past two days, she changed the dressing here. If she took good care of it and it didn’t get infected, there was no need for medicine. But looking at the wound now, medicine was necessary.

Jiang Ci nodded, listening carefully. “Okay.”

Gu Feiran made a “Hmm” sound, walked past her to continue rounds, but before taking a step, Jiang Ci suddenly grabbed her arm.

Gu Feiran stopped, her beautiful eyes looking over. “Anything else?”

Jiang Ci took a step toward Gu Feiran and asked in a low voice, “I want to ask, have you tested for that these past two days?”

“For what?” Gu Feiran asked back, her voice low and gentle, with a soft, lingering tone that flowed smoothly into the ear.

Jiang Ci froze for a moment, her ears growing hot and burning.

That night when they talked on the hotel carpet, she thought Dr. Gu’s voice was pleasant—clear, melodious, and laced with a cool, icy charm that was very alluring.

Jiang Ci gripped her bag strap tightly with her other hand, veins gradually showing on the back of her hand. “Test for that. I’m worried you might be pregnant.”

Gu Feiran paused, slowly looked away, and turned toward the end of the hallway. “No, it takes at least seven days. When I get the results, I’ll let you know on WeChat.”

Jiang Ci felt relieved, let go of her hand, and her palm slowly slid off Gu Feiran’s forearm. “Okay, then, go back to work.”

Gu Feiran lowered her arm. “Hmm.”

After Gu Feiran left, she went into some VIP ward to check on patients. Jiang Ci stood in place for a few minutes before walking away.

On the way back to the company, Jiang Ci booked a clinic appointment for the next afternoon to change her dressing.

Then she had the driver take her to school.

The car was registered with the school, so the driver drove straight in and parked in front of the teaching building.

She wore a hat and mask, fully covered.

Because of the broken engagement, she hadn’t attended classes for days. Though she took leave with her advisor, it only covered until today. Skipping the morning meant an absence, so she had to attend the afternoon classes.

The afternoon classes were International Trade and Securities Investment.

When she first entered her freshman year, her major was software engineering. In the second semester, Grandma forced her to switch to finance and management.

After arriving at the teaching building, Jiang Ci timed it to slip in through the back door, head down, and found a seat in the back by the wall. She sat, took out her book, tablet, and pen from her bag, and listened carefully.

After a few hours, all classes were done. Jiang Ci left the teaching building and got in the car to leave school.

Buzz buzz.

Jiang Ci was yawning when a WeChat message popped up. She picked up her phone and opened WeChat. It was from Qiao Yunchi.

Qiao Yunchi: Did you hit your head trying to kill yourself?

Jiang Ci saw the message and didn’t want to respond. She even clicked to delete the contact but, after thinking, replied: No.

These past few days, because of the broken engagement and the wound on her head, people said she tried to kill herself by hitting her head. She wasn’t a celebrity, so there was no need to clarify. But the rumors got worse, even painting her as a lovesick lunatic who loved but couldn’t have.

Qiao Yunchi: That’s good.

Qiao Yunchi: I thought you’d really do something foolish for me.

When Jiang Ci got the second message, her mind went blank. She stared quietly as neon lights flashed by outside the car window, reflecting on half her face.

She and Qiao Yunchi got together a year ago.

They met three years ago at a business banquet, not very familiar, just chatting briefly with others.

A year and a half ago, they met again at a gathering for work, talked more, and added each other on WeChat.

Jiang Ci didn’t post on Moments but browsed. One late night at 2 a.m., while studying for an exam, she took a break, lay in bed, and opened Moments, scrolling through a dozen posts.

As she was about to exit, Qiao Yunchi posted a moody photo under a streetlamp.

Jiang Ci enlarged the photo, thought it was nice, and liked it.

Right after, Qiao Yunchi messaged her.

Qiao Yunchi: Up so late?

Jiang Ci didn’t expect the big star to message her. She sat up and replied: Preparing for tomorrow’s exam.

Qiao Yunchi was surprised: Still in school?

Jiang Ci replied: Yes, third-year grad student.

Qiao Yunchi: You look young and pretty, didn’t expect you’re still in school. Smart and wise college student.

With that last line, she sent a winking emoji, teasing a bit.

Jiang Ci didn’t know if it was the emoji or her cuteness, but she smiled and replied: Thanks.

After that, they chatted on and off.

After half a year, they officially started dating, but because of Qiao Yunchi’s status, they didn’t go public.

Jiang Ci didn’t mind.

For many new couples, even fights are happy in the early days. But they rarely fought—not because they didn’t, but because Qiao Yunchi didn’t reply.

In the second month of dating, Qiao Yunchi used work as an excuse, not replying, not calling, not meeting.

Jiang Ci wanted to talk face-to-face, but Qiao Yunchi refused, saying paparazzi might catch them and hurt her career.

Jiang Ci gave up.

For the next few months, neither contacted the other, but neither mentioned breaking up.

Three months ago, Qiao Yunchi finally messaged, suggesting they meet somewhere to talk.

Jiang Ci thought she wanted to break up and went prepared. But instead of a breakup, Qiao Yunchi said their families were arranging a marriage.

Jiang Ci couldn’t accept it at first and called Grandma, who said both families had discussed it, and the engagement was set for three months later, catching her off guard.

Jiang Ci hung up, not knowing how to respond.

Then, Qiao Yunchi stood, walked over, bent down, kissed her cheek, put her hands around her neck, and said softly, “Xiao Ci, sorry for before.”

Jiang Ci looked up as warm light poured down, shining on her.

For a moment, it felt like that photo from Moments.

Jiang Ci’s heart wavered, and she agreed to the marriage.

The engagement news leaked to the media a month before, trending online.

But Jiang Ci knew Qiao Yunchi didn’t like her anymore.

She agreed to the marriage only to follow arrangements.

Though she knew long ago that Qiao Yunchi didn’t like her, seeing her tear up their engagement contract in person still shook her, a bitter ache rising.

Buzz buzz, another message came.

Qiao Yunchi: Sorry about the broken engagement.

Jiang Ci snapped out of her memories, her expression back to normal: It was bound to end, just a bit late.

Qiao Yunchi: Good you’re over it.

Jiang Ci saw the message, didn’t know what to reply, closed her phone, and didn’t respond.

The next afternoon, Jiang Ci went to the hospital to register and change her dressing.

The doctor checked the gauze and said the wound was infected, needing anti-inflammatory medicine, and gave her a prescription.

Jiang Ci took the prescription to the first floor, got the medicine, then took the elevator to general surgery to find Little Aunt.

When she found her, Little Aunt was doing rounds in a ward with young doctors. Jiang Ci peeked in, tilted her head, and saw Dr. Gu there too, holding a chart and writing occasionally. She had to admit, Dr. Gu had a great figure, even looking stylish in a white coat.

“Post-surgery recovery is good. After discharge in a few days, eat light food, avoid spicy or greasy, get enough sleep, and follow up in three months,” Jiang Lan instructed the patient.

The patient nodded, saying okay.

After checking that ward, Jiang Lan came out, the young doctors closing their charts and following.

They went into another ward.

Jiang Ci left before they came out, not wanting to disturb their work.

Past 10 p.m., Gu Feiran finished a pre-surgery meeting, chatted with a colleague about work, and headed to her office.

Near the office, she saw someone on a bench with a branded milk tea bag beside them.

“Dr. Gu, I’m off. See you in the operating room tomorrow. Bye,” her colleague waved.

Gu Feiran replied, “Bye.”

After the colleague left, Jiang Ci stood with the milk tea, walked to Gu Feiran, and handed it to her. “It’s hot. I got matcha, not sure if you like the flavor.”

Gu Feiran didn’t take the milk tea, first checking the wound on Jiang Ci’s head. “Quite sensible today, getting your dressing changed. Did they prescribe anti-inflammatory medicine?”

Jiang Ci lowered her head, took the medicine from her bag, and showed her. “They did, and I’ve already taken it.”

“Hmm.”

Gu Feiran turned, opened the office door, and went in without glancing at the milk tea.

Jiang Ci followed with the milk tea, closed the door, and said, “You don’t like this flavor?”

Gu Feiran walked to the coat rack, back to her, unbuttoning her white coat. “Drinking milk tea at night keeps me up. What’s up?”

Does milk tea at night keep you awake?

Jiang Ci used to drink it every night for a while, and not only did she not stay awake, she slept better.

“Anything up?” Gu Feiran asked again.

She took off her coat, hung it up, wearing a white short-sleeve shirt underneath, and turned to Jiang Ci. “If you’re asking about pregnancy, don’t worry. I took a contraceptive pill that day and will check again in a couple of days.”

Jiang Ci gripped the milk tea bag and said honestly, “I came today mainly to talk about marking.”

As an S-level omega, after being marked, she’d register, and the authorities would ask about the alpha. She wanted to know how to answer.