Scumbag A's Plan to Save the Heroine - Chapter 11

The two girls talked late into the night, as if their conversation could never end. Yet, if asked to recall what they had actually discussed, neither could remember the specifics.

One was worldly and knowledgeable, always ready with a new topic; the other was attentive and considerate, never letting the conversation lag. Their back-and-forth flowed so smoothly, they seemed like lifelong friends who had only just met.

At the fork in the road, Zhi Qiu stopped Ruan Ye from escorting her home. Seated in her wheelchair, she tilted her head slightly to gaze up at the girl in her school uniform, ponytail swaying, and noticed Ruan Ye was looking back at her.

Zhi Qiu broke the silence. “Your house is less than a few hundred meters away. It’s late, and you’re an Omega—you should be careful.”

After a pause, she added with a hint of awkwardness, “If you’re not comfortable at home, you can tell me. I’ll help you find a new place. You know my family has real estate interests… I’m not bragging about being rich, I just want to say…”

Zhi Qiu’s face flushed slightly. She never usually bothered to explain herself, and strangely, the Truth System’s passive function didn’t activate this time.

Frustrated by her inability to express herself clearly, Zhi Qiu lightly struck her wheelchair in annoyance. The other person was Ruan Ye, and she didn’t want Ruan Ye to misunderstand her.

Before she could figure out how to clarify her words, the youthful and vibrant girl with a ponytail strode over and pushed Zhi Qiu’s wheelchair back a few steps. Feigning exasperation, she playfully chided, “You said you wanted to be friends, but do you really think my pride is so fragile that I’d mistake a friend’s kindness for charity?”

Zhi Qiu recognized the teasing tone and her expression softened. “I’m relieved you see it that way,” she replied, her voice relaxing.

After a moment, she took Ruan Ye’s hand and said earnestly, “If you ever need help, don’t hesitate to contact me. We’re… friends. Don’t carry your burdens alone.”

Ruan Ye agreed with a faint smile, her expression unreadable—whether sad or happy. Zhi Qiu couldn’t shake the feeling that behind that warm, spring-like smile lay a hidden sorrow.

Even after the Zhi Family’s chauffeur drove up and the black luxury car vanished into the night, Ruan Ye remained standing a few hundred meters from her home, watching Zhi Qiu’s departure.

Perhaps out of pride, or perhaps because she didn’t want her new friend to know about her difficult circumstances, she hadn’t told Zhi Qiu about her upcoming move.

Under the clear moonlight, a slender figure walked forlornly along the path beside the streetlamp until it vanished into the hazy night.

After getting into the car, Zhi Qiu felt unexpectedly successful today. She let out a long sigh and tapped the Truth System before the driver could put her wheelchair in the trunk, signaling it to sneak out.

Master Wang had been the Zhi Family’s driver for over a decade and considered himself quite experienced.

After settling the Young Miss into the car, he went to handle her somewhat old wheelchair. But as soon as he touched it, a question nearly escaped his lips.

The wheelchair the Young Miss was using now seemed different from the one Miss Yuan had brought the other day. The original intricate patterns had been replaced by a few scratches in the wood, like old scars.

Come to think of it, Zhi Qiu’s grandmother’s generation also…

At that moment, an impatient voice interrupted his thoughts from inside the car.

“It’s already late. If we don’t hurry, Uncle Mu will be waiting at the hospital.”

Distracted, Wang Kun hastily stowed the wheelchair in the trunk, abandoning his close examination.

He didn’t notice that the instant the trunk closed, a piece of out-of-season willow floss materialized in the air.

Willow floss drifted into the car on the breeze.

The ride to the hospital was quiet. Wang Kun wasn’t surprised; he had long known that the Young Miss, like her father, was a woman of few words.

Even after she began projecting a frivolous, promiscuous image, her core remained upright. She had never truly committed any morally reprehensible acts, which was why President Zhi allowed her to grow wild and unchecked.

In truth, Zhi Qiu was exhausted from trying to make conversation. Her throat was parched. Fortunately, the Truth System could communicate with her telepathically, allowing her to alleviate her boredom without wasting her breath.

Zhi Qiu toyed with the willow floss, pulling it apart and reshaping it like modeling clay. She casually asked, “Besides making me tell the truth, do you have any other functions I can control?”

Unaware that the young, immature Alpha was treating it like a child’s toy, the System earnestly explained, “I can transform into any object you’ve ever owned, past or present. As long as you possess enough items, having me is like having a portable pocket dimension. You can summon anything you need at any time!”

The Truth System had already revealed its capabilities when Fu Jin Yan cornered Ruan Ye in the dressing room.

Zhi Qiu’s memory wasn’t so poor. Besides passing the time on the drive, she had another purpose in mind.

Ever since learning about the System’s abilities, she couldn’t stop wondering:

If the System could manifest as an intangible person and materialize physical objects like cars and wheelchairs, what about animals?

She remembered raising a magnificent golden retriever as a child.

At this thought, Zhi Qiu, who had been resting with her eyes closed, half-reclined in her seat, suddenly opened her eyes.

She rubbed her temples and shook her head slightly, mentally dismissing the idea: Just because I had a dog as a child doesn’t mean the original Zhi Qiu did too. Spending too much time in this world is messing with my memories.

For the rest of the drive, Zhi Qiu remained silent, her thoughts drifting far away, lost in reminiscence.

The two returned to the hospital, each absorbed in their own thoughts.

The private hospital had a dedicated elevator for special patients. Zhi Qiu dismissed Wang Kun and returned to her room alone.

“Uncle Mu,” Zhi Qiu said as she entered.

Knowing she was past the agreed-upon time and receiving no response, Zhi Qiu waited patiently, neither anxious nor irritated.

Mu Ye saw through Zhi Qiu’s act of feigned obedience. By pretending not to notice, he risked appearing petty and unforgiving as an elder.

He sighed, his voice tinged with resignation. “Get back into bed. I’ll try to finish your examination today. Next time, remember to return on time.”

Several nurses helped Zhi Qiu out of the wheelchair and escorted her to the lab for a bl00d draw.

With twenty years of medical experience, Mu Ye was meticulous. Even though Zhi Qiu’s leg injury stemmed from a car accident, he knew a thorough internal examination was necessary to rule out any hidden trauma.

During the bl00d draw, Zhi Qiu felt a sharp, searing pain in her internal organs, but she endured it without flinching, not even furrowing her brow. This reassured Doctor Mu, who had been worried about her.

If there were internal injuries, the pain during bl00d draw would be magnified tenfold, causing a violent reaction in the patient.

Once everything was settled, Mu Ye went to the lab to analyze the bl00d samples. The nurses changed the dressing on Zhi Qiu’s injured leg. Lying on her familiar bed, Zhi Qiu stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

The wheelchair, forgotten by everyone, quietly rolled closer to the bedside and transformed into a feather, playfully brushing Zhi Qiu’s ear.

Just as the System was about to revert to its original form, a pair of icy hands seized its feathery tail.

“You’re a System, unburdened by attachments, so of course you have no worries. How can you be so cheerful every day?” Zhi Qiu teased.

The Truth System, still in feather form, flipped over to face away from Zhi Qiu, pouting inwardly, Idiot. You’re the one with relationship problems, not me. I’m here to help you, and instead of treating me like a revered ancestor, you’re complaining about me?

Hiss.

How could it think such blasphemous thoughts?

The Truth System turned back around, its smile radiant as it smoothly changed the subject, “Why are your hands so cold?”

The feather in her hand shivered dramatically, its plumage puffing out in a flurry. Zhi Qiu burst into hearty laughter, as if some detail had struck her funny bone.

She dangled the feather back and forth, answering with a smile, “Because my body is ill. I won’t live much longer.”

“If you’re sick, then get treatment!” The feather bristled even more violently at her words.

Zhi Qiu continued to smile, but the Truth System inexplicably detected a hint of sorrow beneath her cheerful expression.

This time, Zhi Qiu didn’t reply immediately. She simply placed the feather silently beside her pillow and lay down quietly.

Even though the Truth System was just a string of code, this close-up view made it feel a strange, silent embarrassment.

The woman’s features were delicate, yet her brow carried an innate air of grandeur. Suddenly, a few crystalline teardrops clung to her dark, curled lashes. The System instinctively wanted to wipe them away, then realized it was currently just a feather without hands or feet.

In the silence, the System waited for Zhi Qiu’s answer.

“Because I’m destined to die.”