The Female Lead Keeps Forcing Me to Take My Meds [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: She Is Not Satisfied. 

Cheng Zhishu suppressed the bitterness in her heart, returned the umbrella to Shangguan Yin, and walked under the driver’s umbrella.

Xi Congshuang didn’t ignore Shangguan Yin. She nodded at her, but judging by her gaze, she had likely forgotten who she was, probably just seeing her as Cheng Zhishu’s ordinary classmate.

“…”

Shangguan Yin nodded dumbly, instantly forgetting what she was just thinking, her mind now filled with screams of “Oh my god!”

This is the real Xi Congshuang, not some delusion she had before being poisoned by the school cafeteria after attending class for only a week.

She knew Xi Congshuang and had seen her at banquets before. Back then, Xi Congshuang was still a radiant, proud young lady.

But she never expected that the ‘sister’ Cheng Zhishu mentioned, who was coming to pick her up, would be Xi Congshuang!

With Xi Congshuang as her true powerful backer, her adoptive father Xi Wenyong had to step aside. If Cheng Zhishu held onto this great support, she could walk sideways in the Xi mansion.

This was absolutely true, as Xi Congshuang’s methods before the car accident were well-known.

Now, she was merely injured and sick. Her prestige remained; she wasn’t truly disabled.

Shangguan Yin stared at Cheng Zhishu with immense resentment: Orange, how much have you been hiding from me?

The loudest laughing female students abruptly stopped. Even from a distance, they could feel the oppressive presence emanating from the car.

If they were truly indignant about Wen Yan’s lost young miss life, they weren’t showing it. Their earlier words always carried some degree of self-interest.

Now, under the gaze of the person in the car, they all felt a rush of guilt.

“Who is she? Why isn’t anyone saying anything?”

Only after the car drove away did someone answer her: “That’s the Xi family’s young lady, Xi Congshuang.”

“The one whose legs were broken in a car accident. Why is she here? I thought she would be depressed for life, completely useless.”

Wen Yan finally spoke: “Why do you say that? Is she very formidable?”

That day, Xi Congshuang silenced everyone with just a few words and took Cheng Zhishu away. Wen Yan didn’t know much about the Xi family and wasn’t clear what kind of person Xi Congshuang was.

The student who spoke replied with a look of shared anxiety: “That young lady is incredibly arrogant, a true ‘Daughter of the Heavens.’ She skipped grades throughout her schooling and entered the company to learn before graduating. There are few people in the world she would deem worthy of her attention.”

“It’s said that Director Xi considered skipping her father and handing the Xi Corporation over to her, because her father’s methods were too gentle and didn’t impress Director Xi.”

If I had known that the person who kept Cheng Zhishu in the Xi family was Xi Congshuang, I wouldn’t have interfered in this matter.

She had thought that a little burden had gotten lucky and was kept by the Xi family but was surely being neglected. Who knew her backer was Xi Congshuang?

After a thought, she turned to Wen Yan and said: “If you run into her, avoid her if you can. It’s rumored that after the car accident, her temper became even more unpredictable.”

“Maybe that fake young miss isn’t doing so well with her.”

Wen Yan had been well protected by her parents since childhood, only focusing on her studies. Her personality was gentle, and she didn’t understand these things, only listening with a vague sense of comprehension.

On the other side, the car door opened. Cheng Zhishu, carrying her backpack and covered in a damp mist, climbed in.

The car’s interior was filled with a faint, luxurious scent of aromatherapy. As soon as she was seated, the window on Xi Congshuang’s side was raised.

Cheng Zhishu hugged the backpack in front of her. Noticing the water droplets on it, she subconsciously patted it, then remembered she was in Xi Congshuang’s car. The patting motion immediately changed to gently wiping with her palm.

She didn’t know what constituted a luxury car, having grown numb to them after a few days at the Xi mansion. Her first thought was that every car the Xi family owned was expensive, and she only worried about dirtying Xi Congshuang’s car.

A pack of tissues was handed to her. The hand holding the tissues had faint, healed scars, leaving a pale, soft mark: “Use these to wipe.”

Cheng Zhishu took the tissues with both hands, carefully pulled out two sheets, wiped her backpack, and prepared to return the pack.

Xi Congshuang wasn’t in a hurry to take it back, looking at her face: “What about your face? Why don’t you wipe that too?”

Her fingertip touched the slight coolness on the side of her face. Cheng Zhishu realized her face was also damp with rain. She pulled out two more scented tissues to wipe her face.

The vehicle slowly started moving. Xi Congshuang looked at the sparsely populated school gate: “No. 1 High School is the same as before. I wonder if anything inside has changed.”

Xi Congshuang, without the original owner’s memories, was purely guessing, but it was a good excuse to start a conversation.

“My desk mate said the interior has been renovated several times, so it might be different,” Cheng Zhishu answered slowly. After a moment, she asked, “Sister Shuang, why did you come?”

She had thought Xi Congshuang would be waiting in the Wenhua Building. She never expected her to come in person.

Thinking Xi Congshuang couldn’t see, she quickly glanced at her legs, then looked up.

She wanted to ask about Xi Congshuang’s physical condition but didn’t dare to speak rashly, afraid of making her unhappy.

For some reason, that glance made Xi Congshuang find it amusing. She answered: “I haven’t been out for a while. I need to go to the hospital this week, so I’m getting used to it in advance.”

Cheng Zhishu immediately grew anxious: “The hospital? Why?”

Xi Congshuang smoothed out her skirt, arranging the folds neatly, and reassured her: “Don’t be nervous. It’s just a routine checkup.”

“Oh, I see. A checkup.” Cheng Zhishu felt somewhat relieved hearing this.

But then, she thought that even if something was wrong with Xi Congshuang, she couldn’t help, which left her feeling frustrated.

The number of people who were kind to her in the world was too few. A girl her age should be vibrant and fearless, with only minor worries, not taking on excessive responsibility.

Xi Congshuang clasped her hands and rested them on her lap: “The hospital has more comprehensive and accurate equipment. Other minor illnesses can be treated by the family doctor, but my condition doesn’t really allow for that.”

The person sitting beside her spoke in a casual tone, as if she wasn’t talking about herself.

Cheng Zhishu wasn’t clear about Xi Congshuang’s condition, only listening intently and confusedly. Only the driver in the driver’s seat wore an expression that said this is unbelievable.

While waiting at a red light, the driver couldn’t help but touch his ear, wondering if he had misheard.

Has she not been the Miss’s driver for too long? Who is this gentle, patient person? Who was the Miss he knew who would demand a total redo without a second thought?

The light turned green again, and the driver started the car, continuing toward the Xi mansion.

Cheng Zhishu wasn’t a talkative person. She was often criticized by her adoptive parents for her silence and always being grumpy, which only made her more reserved. Now, she was starting to dislike her own taciturnity.

She felt she should talk to Xi Congshuang more, at least offering the most basic form of emotional support.

The result was that the more she tried to speak, the more nervous she became, and the more incapable she was of speaking, falling into an emotional loop.

Xi Congshuang was also silent. After speaking, she couldn’t help but stare at the pedestrians outside the window, wondering if the results of the checkup would be good.

Would she have a chance to stand up again? But Xi Congshuang recalled the original Xi Congshuang’s ending: she was in a wheelchair until her death.

The description said: Ten years later, Xi Congshuang met again, gaunt and looking like a ghost.

Ten years had passed, and she still hadn’t stood up. Perhaps this checkup wouldn’t yield any good results, either.

Looking down at the pale back of her hand, Xi Congshuang thought: Even sitting in a wheelchair is better than being confined to bed and unable to move. I should be satisfied, shouldn’t I?

She slowly closed her eyes, and another voice surged from the bottom of her heart—she was not satisfied.

Human desire is insatiable. Having gotten rid of the sickly, broken body and truly feeling healthier, she began to crave more.