The Female Lead Keeps Forcing Me to Take My Meds [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Turn the Female Lead into a Saint?

The servant didn’t dare turn around.

The side effects of getting too engrossed in gossip finally brought her to her senses. She belatedly realized the voice asking the question was completely different from her colleague’s.

It was a faint, ice-cold, glass-like voice, and extremely familiar.

Her colleague on the side kept winking and subtly gesturing, frantically signaling that it was Xi Congshuang behind her, and she looked very upset.

Servant: “…”

Stop winking, I can’t understand you.

Xi Congshuang watched the two figures in silence, wondering why they didn’t continue their conversation.

The two under the tree shade had one person facing away from her, looking embarrassed, and the other with their back to her, facing the moving, reunion scene at the gate.

If the servant could choose, she wished she weren’t there.

She came to watch the drama only to become the center of attention herself. Who knew that the usually housebound Xi Congshuang would suddenly appear behind them?

Forget it. It’s one cut whether I duck or not. I’ll just quit if I have to!

In a few short seconds, the servant mentally prepared herself. She quickly turned around and apologized sincerely: “I’m sorry, Miss. I was neglecting my duty and was not at my post! I have profoundly realized my mistake and will definitely correct it!”

“…”

Xi Congshuang lightly tapped the armrest of her wheelchair with her pale fingertips, forming a preliminary judgment of her persona within the Xi family.

The servant continued to apologize sincerely: “I’m so sorry!”

The other servant also kept her head bowed, looking nervous.

At the gate, the shadow-like girl moved a step forward but didn’t approach the group. The fringe hanging over her forehead cast a shadow over her eyes.

She looked up at the people before her. The father and son, separated for years, were finally reunited. The white-haired man finally saw his offspring. Their identical facial features and inherited premature gray hair made it undeniable that they were father and son.

“Your mom was heartless. She wouldn’t let me see you, she threw my things out and told me to get lost.”

“Dad, Mom actually missed you all these years and never remarried. It’s just a pity she didn’t live to enjoy the good life…”

The girl watched everyone, unsure what reaction was expected of her, and simply averted her gaze.

Looking higher up, a young woman stood by the window on the second floor of the flower room, looking down, her arms crossed, her expression cold.

The girl’s eyesight was excellent. She quickly discerned that the woman’s features closely resembled those of the Sixth Mister.

Her father had mentioned a difficult-to-get-along-with sister in the Xi family before they came. That must be her.

In this tableau of life, everyone was absorbed in their own emotions.

Both father and son cried loudly, a genuinely moving sight that even infected the short, chubby elementary schooler, who also burst into tears.

The girl felt she should react, but she didn’t know how, standing awkwardly in place.

“I’m sorry…”

Suddenly, her outer ear twitched, as if catching something. She turned her head toward the tree shade and instantly paused.

Her gaze first landed on the young woman in the wheelchair, who looked frail and detached, with delicately drawn features, like a carefully sketched painting of a beauty—perfectly shaded, becoming more stunning the longer one looked.

It was summer, yet a light-colored blanket covered her legs, and her hands rested on her lap.

They were pale, fragile, and she still looked like someone recovering from a severe illness.

Two figures stood in front of the wheelchair, slightly bowed, seemingly talking, their backs radiating tension.

The woman in the wheelchair showed little reaction, merely listening quietly, her smoke-gray eyes calm until the speakers fell silent.

Finally, she shook her head, raising one hand, palm facing outward, and waved it, signaling the two to leave.

It was a gesture brimming with the authority of a superior.

The two people standing before her immediately sighed in relief and quickly departed.

The girl, however, was still looking, her gaze following the two receding figures, a clear curiosity in her light-colored eyes.

She wasn’t curious about the reaction of the unhappy woman on the second floor to their arrival, but she was curious about who that person was.

Excessive curiosity always draws attention. The woman in the wheelchair turned her gaze toward the girl.

Their eyes met. The girl felt an electric jolt and quickly retracted her gaze, looking toward the butler walking towards the end of the road.

Behind the butler were two others. The woman leading them did not look old, in her thirties, but wore a severe expression. She said: “Sixth Mister, it’s hot outside. Lunch is ready. Why don’t we continue inside?”

Unbeknownst to the group immersed in their reunion, more and more servants were gathering around, including Xi family members living in the old mansion.

“Yes, yes, it’s hot outside. Let’s go in, let’s go in.” The Sixth Mister finally reacted, ushering the group inside, while turning to ask the butler: “My eldest sister…”

The butler spoke officially: “Miss Xi has a meeting today.”

The Sixth Mister didn’t give up, asking again: “Then tonight?”

The butler didn’t budge: “Miss Xi only said she won’t be returning today. I am unaware of anything further.”

The Sixth Mister stopped asking. He knew the butler wasn’t uninformed; the eldest sister simply chose not to return, preferring not to witness the scene.

The few people trailing behind the group were also called in. The girl was, of course, among them.

But strangely, the woman who had just dried her tears was only focused on leading her son inside.

If the girl hadn’t accidentally bumped shoulders with the woman, causing the woman to glare back at her, and the girl to offer a silent apology, Xi Congshuang might have thought she had transmigrated into a ghost story.

After all, when others cried, she didn’t react. When others laughed, she still didn’t react. She merely stood quietly under the sun, detached from the scene, indistinguishable from a ghost.

“Do you know who she is?” Xi Congshuang’s smoke-gray eyes reflected the girl’s inconspicuous figure. She looked in the direction the girl had left and asked.

The caregiver held the wheelchair handles with both hands and shook her head. Remembering that Xi Congshuang couldn’t see her movement from this angle, she opened her mouth: “My job is to take care of you. I’m not clear on who she is.”

Unnecessary curiosity brought her no benefit, which was one of the reasons the caregiver, though young, was well-known in the industry.

Another voice simultaneously answered Xi Congshuang: “The female lead, Cheng Zhishu.”

The red apple, which had been gone for ten minutes, reappeared, flapping its wings and speaking into Xi Congshuang’s ear: “The target character has appeared. Please eliminate the Female Lead’s corruption value as soon as possible.”

“Current Female Lead Corruption Value: 36.”

As the words fell, the girl in the school uniform with slightly lighter hair color disappeared behind the door.

Lowering her pensive eyes, Xi Congshuang said: “Let’s go back.”

…

The caregiver prepared the medicine according to the doctor’s instructions, one by one. Warm water in a glass cup steamed beside her.

Xi Congshuang used her arms to support herself, moving from the wheelchair back onto the bed. In her ears, the red apple’s voice was audible, backgrounded by the sound of the caregiver unscrewing medicine bottles.

If the red apple had a mouth, it would be grinning: “Congratulations on encountering the Female Lead within twenty-four hours of transmigrating. Below is the relevant information on the Female Lead. Wish you an early completion of the mission.”

The red apple dumped the data onto Xi Congshuang. It was in a good mood: “As long as you decrease the Female Lead’s corruption value to below ten, the mission is complete. She’s only at 36 right now, it’s very easy.”

Xi Congshuang didn’t rush to read the data but asked: “You mentioned the corruption value. Is it a percentage system?”

“Yes.” The red apple was tired from flying and landed on the blanket.

Xi Congshuang lowered her gaze and asked: “When I used to read novels, the percentage-based missions usually required the value to drop to zero. Why do I only need it to be below ten?”

Good question. It stumped the red apple.

A corruption value of zero—is that even human?

The red apple pondered for a moment: “Do you want to turn the Female Lead into a saint?”

No one is perfect. Even saints might not achieve a corruption value of zero.

“…”

The red apple flapped its wings, moving away from Xi Congshuang: “Murder is not advisable. She will die, and you will die too.”

Xi Congshuang: “What are you thinking? This is a rule-of-law society.”

Red Apple: “…”

“Miss, it’s time for your medicine.” The caregiver, unable to hear the conversation between Xi Congshuang and the System, brought the medicine over.

Xi Congshuang stared at the medicine in the caregiver’s hand for a moment, frowned, took it, and swallowed it in one go.

Taking the empty bottle caps back, the caregiver sighed in relief and turned to leave.

Xi Congshuang leaned against the bed, starting to organize the information transmitted by the System.

The Female Lead, Cheng Zhishu, was born into an ordinary family. Her only loving relative, her grandmother, passed away when she was very young, forcing her to return to her parents.

Her parents were busy, and their income was low. They clearly saw Cheng Zhishu as a burden. They were only supposed to raise one child, but now they had an extra one, so they required her to take on the responsibility of looking after her younger brother while still completing her studies.

As she grew older, Cheng Zhishu began to handle all the household chores. She had grown accustomed to this life and never considered resisting, until she was seventeen, when a young man in a suit showed up with an old photograph.

The photo was a picture of her young grandmother and another unfamiliar man, standing intimately side-by-side.

The young man introduced himself as the lawyer for the man in the photo, here to handle some affairs. He explained the situation:

It turned out that the husband her grandmother claimed had died young was actually a frequently reported member of the Xi family. After many years, he followed scattered clues and found his long-lost son.

This news was like winning the lottery for the family living in mediocrity. Many of the products they used were made by the Xi Corporation, a nationally famous enterprise. Sudden, immense wealth had arrived.

Cheng Zhishu’s life changed with this recognition. A few days after moving into the Xi family, her father, who had changed his surname to Xi, suddenly pushed open Cheng Zhishu’s bedroom door with a DNA report.

He looked at her with an unfamiliar gaze and said something Cheng Zhishu had never expected: “You’re not my biological child after all. I’ve found my own daughter. You go back to your own home.”

“I actually knew about this for a long time. I only kept you until now to get my real child back.”

The recovered Xi family bloodline happened to live in the same city and arrived at the Xi mansion for the family recognition ceremony a few days later.

Cheng Zhishu saw her at the edge of the crowd. She was a cheerful, bright girl with excellent character and studies, adopted and lovingly raised by a couple unable to have children. She was very dependent on her adoptive parents.

As for Cheng Zhishu’s true identity, due to the passage of time and missing records, it was impossible to find out who her biological parents were.

Regarding the girl’s custody, both sets of parents only wanted the new girl, completely ignoring the silent Cheng Zhishu.

The matter escalated, drawing the attention of the Xi family head, and with it came Xi Congshuang.

Since the car accident, Xi Congshuang’s personality had drastically changed, always seeming gloomy. She looked at Cheng Zhishu for a long time, her gaze unnerving.

Having heard the entire story, Miss Xi (the family head) couldn’t bring herself to kick an underage child out of the house. She allowed Cheng Zhishu to stay at the Xi mansion until she came of age, letting her choose whether to stay or leave then.