The Female Lead Keeps Forcing Me to Take My Meds [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Don’t Fight Because of Me (Bug Fix) 

Xi Congshuang was not the type of person to sit and wait for death. If she was going to die, she needed to know why. Leveraging her identity, she spent considerable effort to understand the inner workings of the Xi Corporation and to differentiate every face.

She was grateful that she wasn’t face-blind, but even if she couldn’t match a name to a face, she had an excuse: the sequelae of the car accident. It was perfectly normal to misremember many things, including people’s faces.

Xi Congshuang spoke: “Are you looking for me for something?”

Xi Hanran, who hadn’t been home for many days, came to Wenhua Building, and her second sentence was:

“I already knew Cheng Zhishu wasn’t biological. I thought Xi Wenyong would kick her out.”

“I didn’t expect you to be in the mood to bring her back to your own home.”

“I’m genuinely curious, what are you thinking? You weren’t a kind-hearted person before.”

As she spoke, she walked toward Xi Congshuang and squatted down opposite her.

Xi Congshuang gazed back at her calmly.

Xi Congshuang knew her aunt was ambitious, determined to be the second Director Xi. If Xi Congshuang’s biological father were still alive, he would have been her fiercest competitor.

However, despite her sharp tongue, she was forthright. Otherwise, Xi Wenyong would never have had the chance to enter the Xi family.

As for Director Xi not having time to deal with these trivial matters, the main source of resistance had always been Xi Hanran. Those vague clues, spanning decades, could have been cut off at any moment if Xi Hanran had wished.

Xi Congshuang said: “What about you? Why did you let Xi Wenyong enter the Xi family?”

“You’re the first person to ask me that.” Xi Hanran didn’t lie, pulling up the corner of her lips into a smile. “My dad is old. He keeps thinking of things he shouldn’t, afraid I won’t take care of him after he dies, and he gives me trouble all the time.”

“I found it annoying. A couple of times I really ignored him, and he became even more convinced that a son was safer, so he started making a fuss about finding his first love. I let him bring Xi Wenyong back so he wouldn’t bother me anymore.”

“…”

She made it sound like getting a pacifier for a naughty child.

Xi Hanran lifted her chin: “You haven’t answered my question yet. Tell me why you brought that burden back. Do you want to watch me make a fool of myself, too?”

She’d been ridiculed plenty lately. Many people in the company mocked her openly and secretly. However, Director Xi gave her a good project because of this incident, turning a misfortune into a blessing. She felt it was worth it.

Xi Congshuang said: “Your voice is a bit loud.”

“?” Xi Hanran frowned. “What?”

The person under the shade of the trees raised a finger and pointed toward a window high up. Xi Congshuang said: “She lives right there. She can hear you bad-mouthing her.”

Calling the female lead a burden, beware of a bankruptcy warning in ten years.

She didn’t know the exact details of the Xi family’s bankruptcy, but she knew it wouldn’t be pleasant.

Xi Hanran clearly hadn’t received such a warning. She abruptly stood up and put her hands on her hips: “Stop trying to change the subject. Everyone knows you have neurasthenia and poor sleep. The room is very well soundproofed, and the glass is triple-layered. She absolutely cannot hear anything.”

Xi Hanran used to be in competition with Xi Congshuang’s father. Now that he was gone, the competitive instinct remained. She was quite curious what Xi Congshuang, who couldn’t even walk, was trying to do.

If the other girl was disobedient and attempted any small schemes, then she, the aunt, wouldn’t hesitate to be harsh.

One excuse didn’t work, and Xi Congshuang was too lazy to think of a second. She sighed: “Too much curiosity is not good.”

The nonsense about feeling similar and lonely without company only Director Xi would believe. Xi Hanran was in her seventies and had experienced a lot. She actually had a childhood “study companion” who grew up with her, but that “companion” had long since retired, unable to compete with Director Xi.

Naturally, such an excuse would only earn her ridicule from Xi Hanran.

Xi Hanran looked up at the window Xi Congshuang pointed to, then looked down a long while later, her gaze at Xi Congshuang complicated: “Has your mind really gone bad, arranging for her to stay right next door to your room?”

Xi Congshuang: “…”

She calmly pondered if crashing an electric wheelchair into someone counted as a hit-and-run.

…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Cheng Zhishu, deep in her studies, slowly put down her pen and turned to open the door.

A servant stood outside and gently reminded her: “It’s time for dinner.”

Cheng Zhishu immediately discarded all the challenging problems in her mind and followed the servant downstairs to eat.

As they descended, the servant said: “Oh, Miss Shuang asked me to tell you that she has a guest for dinner today. You don’t need to worry about it, and you don’t need to be nervous.”

Cheng Zhishu: “?”

Walking down the stairs, she could see two people sitting in the dining room: Xi Congshuang at the head of the table, and the other person looked vaguely familiar.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xi Hanran, sitting at the dining table, turned her head to look.

Cheng Zhishu froze, recalling their previous two meetings, and instinctively slowed her pace.

Her impression of her former aunt was quite vivid, and none of it was good. She was naturally timid.

Xi Congshuang said: “You’re scaring her. Tone down your gaze.”

She said this as she handed the warm hand-wiping towel to the servant.

Xi Hanran turned back and laughed: “Is she a baby? Can a gaze scare her?”

Xi Congshuang: “That’s wrong, Manager Xi. You’ve been immersed in the company for years and are accustomed to carrying that air of authority. She’s still a student, so she’ll naturally be intimidated.”

Xi Hanran stood up again: “Are you being sarcastic?”

“…” Xi Congshuang was extremely wronged. “I am not. I’m just telling the truth.”

At first, Xi Hanran didn’t believe her. She watched Xi Congshuang for a long time and, finding that the other girl seemed serious, sat down with a complicated expression.

During the meal, everyone maintained the custom of eating in silence, but Xi Hanran couldn’t help but constantly look at Cheng Zhishu across the table.

Her gaze was probing, making Cheng Zhishu feel extremely uncomfortable, wishing she could finish her meal and leave immediately.

Xi Hanran didn’t feel she was being excessive at all; she was simply puzzled.

This kid, is she some kind of succubus?

When did Xi Congshuang’s temper become so good?

The Xi Congshuang she knew was arrogant and condescending. Was this also a sequela of the car accident?

Too many questions were swirling in her mind. Xi Hanran looked at one, then the other, her eyes busier than her mouth.

Xi Congshuang remained calm and composed, letting her stare. But Cheng Zhishu couldn’t stand this kind of visual attack. The other person’s presence was too obvious.

The moment Xi Congshuang put down her chopsticks, Cheng Zhishu also put down hers and said quickly: “Sister Shuang, I’m finished. I’ll go back to studying now.”

Xi Congshuang: “Go ahead.”

As soon as she said “go,” Cheng Zhishu had already turned and left.

Xi Hanran found this strange and asked: “Why is she running like that, as if a dog is chasing her tail?”

Xi Congshuang said earnestly: “Xi Hanran, please don’t talk about yourself that way.”

“…”

Xi Hanran was enraged: “Xi Congshuang, what did you just say!”

“!”

The angry shout echoed downstairs. Cheng Zhishu, who had walked halfway, gritted her teeth and walked back to the dining room entrance.

The woman in the black suit stood looking down, her voice loud, making the woman in the white dress, who was sitting in a wheelchair, look pitiful because her mobility issues prevented her from simply turning and leaving.

She remembered her former aunt always disliked her. Would Xi Congshuang be scolded or targeted because of her?

Cheng Zhishu was a newcomer and didn’t know what the old Xi Congshuang was like. She and the similarly aged Xi Hanran were accustomed to sharp, intense rivalry. Xi Hanran was a person of clear loves and hates, skilled at extending her hatred to everything associated with the object of her dislike.

Since she was a competitor to Xi Congshuang’s father, his daughter was naturally included in her range of people to guard against.

In the company, they often led their respective teams in the conference room, having a minor quarrel every three days and a major fight every five, often resulting in overturned tables.

“Speak nicely, don’t use your hands,” Xi Congshuang didn’t argue despite being shouted at, only looking up at the other woman hitting the table.

She had originally wanted to kindly remind her that the table was solid wood, and hitting it too hard would hurt her hand.

However, her timing was off. Xi Hanran slammed her palm onto the dining table with a loud noise.

Xi Congshuang winced as if feeling the pain herself. She was quite afraid of pain.

That sound must have hurt a lot.

“I told you…” Xi Hanran’s expression suddenly halted. She had clearly realized her mistake and darkened her face, wanting to check her reddened hand, when a faint voice came from the doorway.

“P-Please, don’t fight because of me…”