After Awakening Consciousness, I Was Entangled by the White Moonlight Female Supporting Character - Chapter 31

After finishing, Jiang Ciqiu put down her phone and glanced at the air conditioner that had been running for who knows how long in the distance. She asked, “Is the temperature too high?”

Chu Han replied, “It’s fine.”

So, Jiang Ciqiu turned it up two degrees.

Then she walked over to the coffee table to organize the medicine Jian Shu had brought.

Chu Han watched her tidy up and suddenly asked, “Why do you hate it when people don’t take care of their own bodies?”

Jiang Ciqiu didn’t pause in her movements. She tilted her head to look at her, as if the answer were obvious. “Isn’t that just common sense? Your body is the only thing truly yours. If even you don’t cherish it, the only one who’ll suffer in the end is you.”

“And,” she paused, her long lashes fluttering slightly, “life is the most important thing a person has.”

Chu Han asked, “Are you afraid of death?”

Jiang Ciqiu smiled and countered, “Aren’t you?”

“Quite afraid, but not the most afraid.”

Since the conversation had reached this point, Jiang Ciqiu casually continued, “Then what are you most afraid of?”

But Chu Han didn’t answer. She turned her gaze back to the TV.

Miss Jiang, puzzled, unconsciously raised an eyebrow before sighing softly and resuming her task of organizing the medicine.

Jian Shu rushed back to her apartment just before 8 p.m.

This place was a temporary rental, little more than a place to crash, so she hadn’t bothered much with decorating. Most of her time was spent in the vice president’s office anyway.

Su Huaijin stood at her doorstep, arms crossed, staring blankly at the ground without blinking.

Jian Shu walked over. “Miss Su, how did you know I live here?”

“I went to the company and checked with HR.”

“But employee addresses are confidential, aren’t they?”

Su Huaijin smirked smugly. “It’s my dad’s company. I can do what I want.”

Fine. You win. You call the shots.

Jian Shu gritted her teeth but forced a smile—this woman had just threatened her career.

She didn’t want to make her hard-earned job any more difficult, so she had to humor the young miss a little.

Su Huaijin adjusted her freshly trimmed short hair and announced, “I’m staying with you for a while.”

“How long?”

“Hmm…” Su Huaijin thought for a moment. “A month.”

Jian Shu maintained her smile. “Miss Su, why?”

“Because of my dad,” she huffed, puffing out her cheeks in irritation. “He wanted me to report what I did at the company today. I told him I did nothing, and he got so mad he scolded me and said I wouldn’t get dinner.”

“I’ve been starving all day, and he won’t even feed me! So I got angry and left.”

Finished with her explanation, she noticed Jian Shu still hadn’t opened the door and urged, “Hurry up! I haven’t sat down since I got off work. I think my heels are blistered.”

Jian Shu exhaled imperceptibly and unlocked the door.

As she did, she offered a suggestion: “You could’ve just lied about what you did today.”

Su Huaijin asked, “How?”

“Say you helped me sort some documents or organize some files or something.”

Jian Shu knew that President Su sent Su Huaijin to her specifically to learn some company management skills, but since it was the first day, there was no need to rush things. So this kind of diplomatic talk was sufficient for now.

President Su wasn’t angry that she hadn’t done anything—she was angry that the girl couldn’t even lie properly.

In this circle, everyone was hypocritical. You had to master the art of telling people what they wanted to hear and adjusting your words to suit your audience.

If she lacked skill and didn’t learn the tricks and tactics of the trade, she would undoubtedly be toyed with by the seasoned foxes in the industry.

President Su simply didn’t want to see that happen, which was why she was upset.

But unfortunately, given Su Huaijin’s intelligence, she couldn’t grasp this at all.

After hearing Jian Shu’s suggestion, she said, “No way. Isn’t that just lying? I won’t do it.”

Jian Shu pushed open the door, turned to face her, and slipped her hands into her suit pants pockets.

The ends of her low ponytail brushed just above her waist.

Behind her glasses, her eyes flickered slightly as she said seriously, “If you don’t deceive others, you’ll be the one deceived.”

Su Huaijin frowned. “Who would deceive me? You?”

Jian Shu smiled faintly. “Not now.”

“Later, then?”

“Hard to say,” she adjusted her glasses and murmured, “I might not even be in this line of work later.”

“Then what do you plan to do?”

“Once I’ve earned enough money, I’ll do whatever I want.”

Su Huaijin asked, “Travel?”

“I’m not particularly fond of seeing different scenery. I actually prefer things that stay the same.”

The young lady pouted, clearly unimpressed. “That sounds boring.”

Jian Shu chuckled. “I like boring things.”

Su Huaijin looked her up and down as if she were some kind of oddity, then strode inside. “Living with you must be so dull.”

Shrugging, Jian Shu didn’t respond.

“Anyway, I don’t like lying. If I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it. If I can’t, I can’t. If I don’t like it, I don’t like it.”

Su Huaijin stopped inside the room and turned to look at her. “Isn’t sincerity the whole point of human interaction?”

Jian Shu exhaled through her nose, finding her foolish yet sincere—so much so that she couldn’t bring herself to shatter the illusion.

She could only nod along. “Sure, sure. You’re absolutely right.”

Turning slightly, she reached out and closed the door.

The clock in the living room chimed repeatedly. Jiang Ciqiu glanced up—it was already ten.

She turned to the woman in the wheelchair. “Are you going to bed?”

Chu Han nodded and wheeled herself toward the bedroom.

Jiang Ciqiu followed, preparing a glass of water and squeezing toothpaste onto a toothbrush before placing it in Chu Han’s palm.

She then filled a small basin with water for washing up.

Truthfully, Chu Han had already explained that it was all just an accident—she had only injured one leg, not suffered paralysis from the waist down.

She insisted she could manage on her own, but Jiang Ciqiu refused, stubbornly trailing after her.

Chu Han guessed it was because Jiang Ciqiu felt guilty—first for not ordering her lunch, then for her subsequent fever.

And that was indeed the case.

Jiang Ciqiu attended to her with meticulous care, as if afraid she might drop dead at any moment.

Chu Han figured the young mistress had probably never taken care of anyone before, so this must be a novel experience for her.

She had expected Jiang Ciqiu to grow impatient first, but surprisingly, it was Chu Han who began feeling uncomfortable.

Sitting on the bed, Chu Han watched as Jiang Ciqiu moved to adjust her cast-covered leg and raised a hand to stop her. “I can do it myself—”

Jiang Ciqiu pushed her hand aside. “Let me.”

Then she gently adjusted the position of the casted leg with careful movements.

Chu Han looked at her focused profile and suddenly asked, “Is life the most important thing to you?”