After Awakening Consciousness, I Was Entangled by the White Moonlight Female Supporting Character - Chapter 15

How did she know?

Jiang Wanhe’s smile nearly faltered.

“President Jiang…”

A woman called out to him from nearby.

Jiang Wanhe pressed his lips together and fled as if escaping.

Before leaving, he tossed out a line: “Glad you’re okay. I have work to attend to.”

Tsk. Those with guilty consciences always fear others uncovering their secrets.

Watching the two leave the restaurant, Jiang Wanhe saw Yu Zhi off at the entrance before striding into the company without a backward glance.

With the crowd dispersing, Jiang Ciqiu finally noticed the woman in professional attire standing not far away.

She wore frameless glasses on the bridge of her nose, her long black hair tied low at the back.

Arms crossed, she studied Jiang Ciqiu with keen interest.

Jiang Ciqiu was certain she didn’t know this woman, but remembering the troublesome woman still behind the door, she dismissed the thought of asking.

Just then, a loud crash came from behind the door—the sound of scattered objects tumbling.

“Damn, seriously?!”

The observing woman’s gaze froze before she strode over.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ciqiu swiftly turned the handle and pushed the door open. A faint cloud of dust rose inside, where a towering stack of goods had collapsed, some still sliding precariously.

Jiang Ciqiu rushed in and pulled out the woman who was leaning against the wall, balancing on one foot.

Chu Han limped out with her.

By then, the professional woman had reached the doorway. Her eyes sharpened as she asked Chu Han, “Are you okay, Xiao Han?”

Chu Han shrugged and pointed at her right leg—she could no longer stand on it.

The woman immediately said, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Still supporting Chu Han, Jiang Ciqiu insisted, “I’m coming too.”

The restaurant manager approached, ready to claim partial responsibility for the accident, but Jiang Ciqiu refused.

Before getting into the car, she waved them off. “This is my responsibility. Stay out of it.”

Hearing this, the driver’s brows lifted slightly in surprise, but she said nothing, starting the car and heading straight for the hospital.

Jiang Ciqiu guessed the two were likely friends but had no interest in asking the woman’s name.

The entire ride, she was restless, her eyes fixed on Chu Han’s leg.

“Probably fractured,” Chu Han murmured, beads of cold sweat dotting her forehead.

Had she not moved quickly, that pile would’ve crushed her outright.

As she spoke, Jiang Ciqiu’s frown deepened.

Chu Han added, “If you hadn’t dragged me in there and made me wait, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Jiang Ciqiu: “I already feel guilty enough.”

“A fracture means a cast. I won’t be able to walk properly for months…”

“I said I feel guilty! Can you stop rubbing it in? I’ll cover your medical bills.”

Chu Han smirked. “Just the medical bills?”

“…What else do you want?”

“Not being able to walk means my mobility is severely limited. I can’t live normally or work. No work means no income.”

Jiang Ciqiu thought for a moment. “So… you want me to pay you a salary?”

“In short, you’re asking for compensation?”

Chu Han shook her head. “Of course not.”

“Oh… I almost thought I was dealing with another Liu from the club, expecting you to demand two checks next and throw one in my face.”

The pale-faced woman smiled faintly and slowly continued, “It’s more than just compensation.”

Jiang Ciqiu was momentarily confused. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Of course there will be compensation…”

“Ha, fine then. So, you really are going to slap a check in my face.” Jiang Ciqiu opened her bag, muttering to herself, “Go ahead, it’s not like I didn’t slap you earlier. Consider us even.”

“But let’s be clear—be gentle. I’ve spent a fortune maintaining this face. If you damage it, you’ll have to pay, and that would be counterproductive for you.”

“Just based on me still caring about your interests, you should go easy.”

“Eh? Where’s my check? Why can’t I find it? Don’t worry, I’m not trying to weasel out—I really can’t find it. Let me look again.”

Her hands rummaging through the bag were suddenly covered by another’s. Jiang Ciqiu followed the arm up to see Chu Han leaning against the car window.

A strand of sweat-dampened black hair fell across her forehead as she lifted her eyelids slightly, her face unnaturally pale.

There was a reason people called her the “white moonlight.”

At least in this moment, Jiang Ciqiu finally understood why someone might pine after her for so long.

In a quiet voice, Chu Han said, “What I mean is, you need to take responsibility for me.”

“Full responsibility.”

Jiang Ciqiu’s appreciation for beauty ended right there.

“Responsibility is one thing, but what do you mean by ‘full responsibility’?” Jiang Ciqiu frowned, hesitating before asking incredulously, “You… you want me to be your maid?”

“Just take care of me until my leg heals. After all, living alone requires more than just money.”

Jiang Ciqiu shook her head vehemently, shrinking back in fear until she was practically pressed against the car door.

“No way! Absolutely not! I don’t do caretaking!”

“I can hire a maid for you, have her take care of you. But me…?” Jiang Ciqiu imagined the scenario and shuddered, shaking her head firmly. “Never!”

A soft laugh came from the back seat. Chu Han said slowly, “So what Miss Jiang means is, you don’t want to take responsibility?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to—I just want to do it differently. Isn’t it better if I pay someone to take care of you and cover their salary? There’s no need for me to do it personally, right?”

“Besides, I’m not a professional. A dedicated maid would do a much better job.”

Chu Han lowered her eyes in thought. “You have a point. Maids are professionals.”

Miss Jiang’s eyes lit up hopefully. “So…?”

“So, I don’t mind if you hire a maid after we move in together.”

“…”

Jiang Ciqiu finally understood. She pointed at herself. “So, your real goal is to live with me?”

Chu Han nodded.

“No, what?” Jiang Ciqiu was so shocked she stumbled over her words. “But don’t you hate me?”

Chu Han: “I never said that.”

The woman driving suddenly chuckled.

Jiang Ciqiu glanced at her. “What’s so funny?”

The driver smiled. “I just thought of something happy.”

“…”

The two women in the back seat stared at each other.

Chu Han spoke first: “I just returned to the country with nowhere to stay and no money. If you don’t take me in, I’ll have to sleep on the streets.”

The woman paled slightly and lowered her gaze, exuding an air of pitiable fragility. Yet her straight posture and expressionless face carried a hint of stubbornness.

She looked increasingly like a frail, ethereal white moonlight.

“Don’t you have friends?” Jiang Ciqiu pointed at the woman driving.

Chu Han replied, “She has family. It wouldn’t be convenient for me to stay there long-term.”

“But I don’t have anywhere to take you in either!”

“You’re the young mistress—you must have connections.”