After Awakening Consciousness, I Was Entangled by the White Moonlight Female Supporting Character - Chapter 30

“Are you insane? Taking medicine to fill your stomach…”

Jiang Ciqiu’s voice gradually trailed off as she realized the implication behind those words.

Chu Han studied her guilty expression with a slightly raised tone, “Remember now?”

When she remained silent, Chu Han continued, “So, was I really being too controlling?”

Listening to her, Jiang Ciqiu wished she could dig a hole right then and there to bury herself.

How could she have forgotten to order food for her?

So that was why she’d been restless all afternoon—not because she hadn’t told her father about Bai Chen’an, but because of this.

Then it suddenly occurred to her that the floor beneath her was solid; she couldn’t dig a hole to bury herself, but she could certainly dig one to fall through.

The absurdity of that thought briefly pulled her out of the moment, but the overwhelming guilt quickly snapped her back to reality.

In a small voice, she muttered, “Sorry, I forgot…”

All she got in response was an ambiguous scoff from the woman.

Not daring to make any sudden movements, Jiang Ciqiu slowly and subtly lifted her head to gauge Chu Han’s expression.

But before she could even catch a glimpse, Chu Han’s voice rang out again.

“If you want to look at me, just raise your head properly. It’s not like I charge for it.”

Jiang Ciqiu blinked and finally looked up.

Seeing her actually comply, Chu Han smirked and added, “But lunch does cost money.”

Jiang Ciqiu felt like her face had become a target, with Chu Han’s gaze relentlessly throwing daggers at it—each one hitting bullseye.

Ouch.

Unable to hold back, Jiang Ciqiu weakly retorted, “Then why didn’t you just order it yourself?”

Chu Han replied matter-of-factly, “No money.”

Hearing that, the young heiress nearly ground her molars to dust. Forcing a smile, she said, “You could’ve asked me. If you were hungry, you should’ve told me. You have my contact info.”

“You’re not a child anymore. Why act so stubborn and childish?”

Chu Han shot back, “So it’s my fault now?”

“Fine, let me starve to death then.”

She seemed genuinely upset, pushing her wheelchair toward her room.

At that moment, Jiang Ciqiu finally remembered Jian Shu’s words—”She gets really temperamental when she’s sick.”

She immediately jumped up from the sofa and chased after her, stopping the wheelchair by gripping its handles while facing Chu Han.

“It’s my fault, it’s my fault,” she repeated hurriedly. “I promised to order for you, and I didn’t. So, it’s on me.”

But for the woman in the wheelchair, whose fault it was didn’t matter.

Chu Han tilted her head. “Am I a child?”

Jiang Ciqiu shook her head. “No.”

Only then did Chu Han seem satisfied, lowering her eyes and ignoring her again.

Biting her lip, Jiang Ciqiu slowly wheeled her back to the sofa but remained crouched in front of her, hands still on the armrests.

“Did you eat breakfast?” she asked.

She already knew the answer—when she went to boil water earlier, she’d noticed the food container on the table. Lifting it, she realized it was untouched.

That was when it hit her: not only had she forgotten to order lunch, but Chu Han hadn’t eaten breakfast either.

Sure enough, Chu Han replied, “No.”

“Why not?”

“Spilled water all over myself. Thought you might’ve poisoned the food to kill me.”

Jiang Ciqiu: “…”

Seriously, girl, paranoid much?

“When did the fever start?”

Chu Han shrugged indifferently. “Who knows?”

“You know,” Jiang Ciqiu’s expression turned serious, “when did this start?”

Chu Han suddenly resisted with a frown, pushing away the hand resting on her wheelchair: “I don’t know.”

With her being uncooperative, Jiang Ciqiu couldn’t get any answers.

Somewhat frustrated, she said: “Chu Han, you’re sick. You need to cooperate to recover faster.”

This remark seemed to strike a nerve. Chu Han’s brows finally knitted tightly together.

She addressed her by full name too: “Jiang Ciqiu, I don’t need you to manage me.”

“You’re the one who wanted to stay at my place.”

“Then I’ll leave now.” As she spoke, she abruptly shoved Jiang Ciqiu’s hand aside, attempting to wheel herself away.

But Jiang Ciqiu reacted quickly and restrained the wheelchair, equally annoyed as she growled: “What’s wrong with you, Chu Han? You’re sick—where do you think you can go without resting properly?”

Chu Han replied calmly, “I don’t need your concern, and I don’t need you to take responsibility for me either.”

“Bullshit!” Jiang Ciqiu’s face flushed with anger. “If you go out now with that fever, it could kill you! Do you think your body is made of steel?!”

“Maybe it is.” A faint smirk tugged at her lips.

“That’s not funny at all.” Rarely had Miss Jiang been so stern, her face devoid of any trace of amusement.

She continued slowly, “I despise people who don’t value their own health.”

Chu Han wanted to retort, to shut her up, but when she met Jiang Ciqiu’s light-colored eyes—pupils dark and resolute—the words died in her throat.

Her slightly swollen eyelids from the fever were brushed by fingertips, making her instinctively close her eyes. Then she felt the cool back of a hand press against her forehead.

The touch was delicate and soothing.

But the comfort didn’t last long. Jiang Ciqiu withdrew her hand and reached for the fever-reducing patch on the coffee table.

With swift movements, she tore open the packaging, knelt beside Chu Han’s wheelchair, and carefully applied the patch to her forehead.

Chu Han pursed her lips slightly—a subtle motion that went unnoticed.

She didn’t resist, allowing the cooling patch to adhere firmly to her skin. The icy sensation was pleasant, though it paled in comparison to the softness of Jiang Ciqiu’s hand.

Pleased by her compliance, Jiang Ciqiu was about to stand when she glanced down and noticed the hem of Chu Han’s dress had ridden up during the struggle, revealing a bruised knee.

The purplish marks stood out starkly.

Chu Han saw that she’d noticed but made no move to hide it, letting her look openly.

“And when did this happen?”

“I knocked it getting out of bed this morning.”

Jiang Ciqiu felt a pang in her temples, struck by how unlucky this woman seemed.

Chu Han tugged her dress back over her knee. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll heal on its own.”

As Jiang Ciqiu rose, her gaze lingered on Chu Han’s clothes.

“You said earlier that you spilled water all over yourself. How did that happen?”

“The sink was too high. I couldn’t hold the cup steady.”

“…”

Jiang Ciqiu pressed a hand to her forehead and sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d face so many difficulties.”

The apology was so earnest it left Chu Han momentarily unsettled.

Jiang Ciqiu added, “I’ll help you tonight. But the housekeeper won’t arrive until tomorrow afternoon, so I’ll knock on your door when I wake up to get you up. Is that alright?”

Chu Han disliked this feeling of being overly cared for. She frowned but said nothing.

Taking her silence as agreement, Jiang Ciqiu stood and pulled out her phone to order food.

“You haven’t eaten all day, so you shouldn’t have anything too stimulating right now. I’ll order something light for you.”