After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Gong, I Ended Up with the Cannon Fodder - Chapter 13

Liu Siyin didn’t sleep well, worrying all night whether Yin Man was angry with her.

It wasn’t until Yin Man woke up in the morning and noticed her pale, haggard face that she asked, “Didn’t sleep well?”

It wasn’t just that she hadn’t slept well—she hadn’t slept at all.

Yin Man’s attitude was now Liu Siyin’s only hope and source of support. Yin Man sighed helplessly, “Your injuries haven’t healed, and you’re not resting properly. How long will it take for you to recover?”

She muttered casually, but Liu Siyin’s sensitive ears perked up. Afraid Yin Man would find her weak and frail, she whispered, “I can be discharged now, really.”

“That’s not up to you; it’s up to the doctor,” Yin Man said, squeezing her small hand. “How about I tell you a couple more stories?”

Liu Siyin asked cautiously, “Sister Man, are you still angry?”

Angry?

Yin Man was taken aback. When had she been angry? Her thoughts flashed back to the previous night, and her expression turned troubled. How could she explain to Liu Siyin that she wasn’t angry at all?

She had such a good temper.

Before she could properly explain, the hospital room door swung open, and Yin Zhe strode in with his impossibly long, straight legs. “Manman, I need to talk to you about something.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Zhe was already at the bedside, lifting Yin Man into his arms. Sensing a faint resistance, his gaze fixed on Liu Siyin’s death grip on Yin Man’s hand. “Let go!”

Startled, Liu Siyin gradually released Yin Man’s hand. Yin Man couldn’t bear to watch. “Brother, don’t be so harsh with her.”

With a cold expression, Yin Zhe placed Yin Man in the wheelchair and prepared to push her out. Yin Man quickly interjected, “She’s afraid of the dark. Have someone come keep her company first, then I’ll go with you.”

Though he didn’t understand, Yin Zhe still called for someone to come.

He pushed Yin Man out of the ward. The weather was beautiful, with a clear blue sky and pristine white clouds.

Yin Man’s attention was drawn to the roses blooming on the branches. Suddenly, Yin Zhe remarked, “You’ve really fallen for her, haven’t you? You never used to talk to me like this before.”

It seemed he was right.

She felt like she was finally gaining control of this body. She hoped it wasn’t just wishful thinking.

Yin Man offered Yin Zhe a faint smile. He was momentarily stunned. That pure smile reminded him of years ago, before their mother passed away. Back then, despite her leg disability, Yin Man hadn’t been so bitter and would occasionally show glimpses of her girlish nature—a sight he hadn’t seen in years.

Is this change because of Liu Siyin?

Yin Zhe shook his head gently. “Manman, she doesn’t deserve you.”

Yin Man didn’t argue with Yin Zhe about this. Instead, she asked, “Brother, didn’t you come to see me about something?”

The brief interruption had disrupted his thoughts. Yin Zhe finally remembered the real reason for his visit. “Father still wants to arrange another marriage for Yin Youxia. I wanted to ask if you had anyone you wanted to push on her.”

Unexpectedly, she wasn’t trying to make things difficult for Yin Youxia, and there was also Yin Nanbai to consider.

“Father should know how much Youxia craves freedom.” A faint smile touched Yin Zhe’s lips as he said regretfully, “He loves Yin Youxia, but he loves power and money even more. Manman, he’s set his sights on Jiang Yan.”

Yin Nanbai, barely in his forties, had been stripped of his authority by his son, naturally leaving him resentful. Over the years, he had repeatedly tried to overthrow Yin Zhe.

“Would Wang Gu agree to this?”

“Jiang Yan has a younger cousin. She’s not as beautiful as Jiang Yan, but her temperament is much better, and she’s easier to manipulate—” Yin Man understood immediately. For Wang Gu, it was all about the marriage alliance; whether it was the elder or younger sister made no difference.

Yin Man pursed her lips in resignation. “I have no objections. Whatever.”

“This doesn’t sound like you at all.” If the Original Host were here, what would she have done? Probably arranged an even worse marriage for Yin Youxia, just like in the novel. After Liu Siyin’s death, Yin Man had found an even more pathetic woman for Yin Youxia and forced her to marry, gradually pushing her toward Mei Xuying.

Yin Man had no altruistic bone in her body. She used Yin Youxia’s hatred for her to orchestrate the marriage between Yin Youxia and Mei Xuying.

Let them scheme and flirt all they want—just stay out of my way.

Besides, Liu Siyin was originally a character destined to die in the story. If Yin Man saved her now, what if she ended up dying again later to advance the main plot’s romance?

Better to cherish my life and stay far away from the female lead.

“It’s not like I’m marrying her. Why should I care? All I’m concerned about now is when Si Yin can be discharged.” Yin Zhe couldn’t help but ask, “Is she really that great?”

“She’s pretty good. She’s beautiful—anyone with eyes can see that Liu Siyin is beautiful.”

He wasn’t asking about her looks, but Yin Man seemed to misunderstand. In truth, Liu Siyin was decent enough—certainly better than Yin Man’s previous flings.

It wasn’t that Yin Man pitied those women; it was just that whenever she tormented others, she ended up hurting herself.

Yin Man had self-destructive tendencies, and the more unhinged she became, the worse it got.

He was worried about Yin Man. If Liu Siyin could help her become more stable, he might even be grateful to her.

Jiang Yan encountered Yin Man on her way back to the ward. The clean-cut female doctor, wearing a white coat and ponytail, blocked her path. Yin Man raised her gaze slightly. “What is it?”

Jiang Yan glanced at Yin Zhe before turning back to Yin Man. “Did you know your fiancée asked me for sleeping pills yesterday?”

“Yes, I’ve already confiscated them.” Jiang Yan exhaled in relief. She had been plagued by regret all night. As a doctor, her duty was to save lives, not endanger them. Knowing Liu Siyin’s suicidal tendencies, she shouldn’t have given her the pills. This was her mistake, and she had hesitated repeatedly before deciding to confront Yin Man.

After letting out a relieved breath, Jiang Yan pressed on. “She can’t sleep, and you don’t seem to care at all?”

“Who told you I don’t care? I can lull her to sleep myself. She doesn’t need medication.” Yin Man’s expression softened, her eyes brimming with tenderness as she spoke of Liu Siyin. The genuine affection in her gaze was unmistakable, radiating with unmistakable warmth.

Jiang Yan’s gaze lingered on her, unable to ignore the emotion in her eyes. Her breathing grew heavy. “You even tell her stories now.”

“I just learned. She’s my first audience.” Jiang Yan’s face grew colder, her beautiful eyes burning like embers.

Yin Zhe ignored Jiang Yan and pushed Yin Man’s wheelchair. “How much longer are you going to stay at the hospital with Liu Siyin?”

“Until she’s better, of course.” Even mentioning Liu Siyin softened her gaze, as if she were no longer the arrogant, ruthless woman Jiang Yan knew.

The sight stung Jiang Yan.

Painful memories flooded back to the last day she worked as Yin Man’s personal physician. Yin Man and Yin Zhe had indeed been the most coveted marriage prospects in the social circle, and the Jiang Family had desperately wanted the match. Jiang Yan had been forced into the role of Yin Man’s personal physician and pressured to use her position to seduce Yin Man. But in the end, Yin Man had pushed her away, sending her crashing to the ground at her feet.

She could never forget the contemptuous look Yin Man had given her that day. “You didn’t actually think I made you my personal physician because I was interested in you, did you, Jiang Yan? Do you really think you’re worthy of sharing my bed?”

It wouldn’t have mattered otherwise. Many people in their circle had been humiliated by Yin Man, and most simply brushed it off as meaningless gossip. Yin Man had rejected her, but she had rejected others too. She never slept with anyone, her only addiction being the torment of beautiful legs.

But Liu Siyin had changed everything. The woman Miss Yin had once despised had suddenly become her darling.

Am I really inferior to a bastard daughter?!

“Ah!” After Yin Man was wheeled away by Yin Zhe, Jiang Yan finally lost control, her emotions collapsing bit by bit. A pair of hands gently touched her back, and a warm, concerned voice asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Yan looked up and saw Mei Xuying’s gentle face.

Her gaze darkened. She could never win at anything. Jiang Yan’s voice was low and bitter: “Xuying, Yin Man seems to have really fallen for Liu Siyin.”

“Are you unwilling to accept it?” Mei Xuying countered.

“I just think Liu Siyin doesn’t deserve her,” Jiang Yan retorted.

Mei Xuying smiled. “She’s a bastard daughter, and you’re a noble lady. You couldn’t win Yin Man over, but she did. Does that bruise your pride?”

“I can’t even compare to a bastard daughter!” Jiang Yan admitted openly.

Mei Xuying frowned slightly. “Yanyan, I really dislike that term.”

She was also a bastard daughter, though far luckier than Liu Siyin. Mei Xuying had been brought back to the Mei Family at a very young age and raised as their eldest daughter. Few people even knew her true parentage.

Jiang Yan was one of the few who knew.

Noticing Mei Xuying’s displeasure, Jiang Yan leaned closer, her eyes reflecting Mei Xuying’s image. Her fingers gripped Mei Xuying’s shirt collar. “Will you accept my apology?”

Mei Xuying smiled warmly at Jiang Yan. “Then how do you plan to make it up to me?”

Mei Xuying’s eyes curved into crescents, her long lashes tickling Jiang Yan’s heart. Jiang Yan’s gaze turned peculiar. “Xuying, please stop getting involved with Jiang Wan, okay? I’m prettier than her, and I love you more, right?”

Mei Xuying glanced down at Jiang Yan, meeting her forlorn eyes. “You’re getting engaged to Youxia, aren’t you? That means we’ll be relatives soon.”

Jiang Yan pressed herself against Mei Xuying’s chest. “I don’t want to be relatives with you.”

Jiang Yan’s fingers stiffened slightly. Mei Xuying felt incredibly comforting to hold, as soft as if she had no bones, yet so tender she seemed capable of melting Jiang Yan’s hardened heart. If Mei Xuying hadn’t been humiliated by Yin Man, hadn’t fled abroad for further studies, they would never have met and parted in a foreign land.

By the time they met again, she was already entangled with Jiang Wan, and she refused to acknowledge her cousin-in-law.

Jiang Yan and Yin Man were truly cousins. Jiang Yan couldn’t have Yin Man, nor could she have Mei Xuying. Fortunately, Jiang Wan wouldn’t be able to keep Mei Xuying forever either; Jiang Wan was also getting engaged. Jiang Yan couldn’t bear the thought of someone she considered inferior to herself possessing what she couldn’t have, just like Liu Siyin.

Jiang Yan’s gaze gradually turned cold, but Mei Xuying smiled, her fingers tracing from Jiang Yan’s forehead down to her thin lips. She paused, her eyes slowly scanning Jiang Yan’s face, her gaze carrying an ambiguous meaning. “Yanyan, Cousin Youxia is much simpler than Wang Gu.”