The Female Lead Keeps Forcing Me to Take My Meds [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Chapter 3:  Do Your Job Well, Girl! 

This should have been a good thing for Cheng Zhishu, but the situation was complicated by the addition of Xi Congshuang.

The outsider Xi Congshuang suddenly had a bad premonition. She continued reading and then fell into a deep silence.

In the story, Xi Congshuang used the excuse that the previous caregiver wasn’t good enough to keep Cheng Zhishu by her side. Because Cheng Zhishu was silent and submissive, Xi Congshuang unleashed all her nasty temper on her.

It started with verbal mockery. Cheng Zhishu was used to such words from childhood and even found them less impactful than those from her adoptive parents, so she just ignored them.

Unexpectedly, this passive acceptance enraged the original Xi Congshuang, who escalated her behavior. It later progressed to physical abuse; if she was unhappy, she would throw a water glass at Cheng Zhishu and wouldn’t allow her to dodge, threatening harsher punishment if she did.

By this point, Cheng Zhishu had no chance of leaving. She knew clearly she wouldn’t have the opportunity until the Miss was satisfied.

When Cheng Zhishu entered her final year of high school, her study load became heavier, and she returned home later and later. Xi Congshuang then set a curfew, punishing her even if she was late by just one minute.

Any skin not covered by clothing bore scars inflicted by the original Xi Congshuang using various objects.

The original Xi Congshuang, having lost the use of her legs, became world-weary and violent, not just because she lost the ability to walk, but because she lost her eligibility to compete for the Xi family inheritance.

She felt she was pitiful—having lost her parents and everything else—and asked why Cheng Zhishu was still allowed to live peacefully.

Because Cheng Zhishu was one minute late returning from a pre-college entrance exam dinner, on the day of the exam, Xi Congshuang stole her ID card but, paradoxically, told Cheng Zhishu: “Do well on your exam.”

Cheng Zhishu rushed out and didn’t notice Xi Congshuang’s strange attitude until she reached the test center and realized her ID was missing.

Reading this, Xi Congshuang was so furious she nearly stood up. How could anyone ruin a student’s college entrance exam?

Fortunately, the ID could be replaced, and Cheng Zhishu successfully completed the exam. However, after the exam finished, the driver Xi Congshuang sent failed to pick her up.

Cheng Zhishu vanished, blending into the crowd and quietly disappearing. No one knew where she went.

Unable to find her, Xi Congshuang had to give up. She never imagined she would see the girl again ten years later.

To hide from Xi Congshuang over the years, Cheng Zhishu had stayed abroad. Later, she achieved success and returned to the country, transforming into the unapproachable CEO Cheng.

No one expected that Cheng Zhishu’s goal in returning was simple: to destroy the Xi family and destroy Xi Congshuang.

And she succeeded. The Xi family went bankrupt, and the original Xi Congshuang died a miserable death.

Everything Cheng Zhishu hated was gone.

After reading it, Xi Congshuang let out a cold, hollow laugh: “This is the identity you call having the ‘deepest bond’?”

As an outsider, Xi Congshuang didn’t think there was anything wrong with the female lead’s actions.

Xi Congshuang continued: “Besides, what is ‘collapsed’ about her? Taking revenge for a feud and healing a lifetime of trauma with the ruin and death of her enemy is a perfectly normal thing, isn’t it?”

“…”

The Red Apple argued passionately: “The female lead became successful and amassed a huge fortune, yet she still remembered to come back and take revenge on you—what is that if not the deepest bond?”

“The female lead was supposed to be high-ranking, omnipotent, and stand alone at the pinnacle of the world, feeling the coldness of success. Instead, she monopolized enterprises for revenge and then personally killed Xi Congshuang, naturally ending up in jail.”

Xi Congshuang: “…Jail?”

“Of course! Committing a crime means going to jail in this world,” the Red Apple said seriously. “Without the original Xi Congshuang’s targeting, where would the later ruthless Cheng Zhishu come from?”

“So, how is she not ‘collapsed’?”

“Where in the world are there female leads in jail?”

“What is this if not a collapse?”

“…” Heh heh.

Xi Congshuang continued her cold scoff, reaching out to slam the wheelchair by the bed: “Have you considered that my current identity is a disabled person?”

“I’m already broken myself. How am I supposed to save anyone?”

“What about me? Who is going to save me and heal me?”

This single Red Apple, with its wings and its smooth-talking arguments, turned out to be an unreliable HR agent.

The Red Apple was momentarily speechless. After a long pause, it finally managed to squeeze out: “Do your job well, girl! I believe in you!”

With a flap of its wings, it vanished.

…

The thing came and went as it pleased, and Xi Congshuang could do nothing about it. She simply turned off the lights and went to sleep.

…

The next day, the caregiver arrived at the room door again, feeling nervous.

Xi Congshuang lived every day like a blind box. Every person who encountered her never knew what version of Xi Congshuang they would get.

She occasionally had peaceful moods, like yesterday, where she would ask to go out for a walk and sunbathe, but these were the hidden variants.

Opening the hidden variant of Xi Congshuang one day often came with the side effect of her mood plummeting to rock bottom the next.

When the caregiver first arrived, she thought Xi Congshuang had finally come to terms with things, but life taught her a hard lesson.

After many hard lessons, the caregiver was “well-fed” (on experience) and finally learned her lesson.

After half a minute of mental preparation, she raised her hand to knock.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

After just the first knock, a response came from inside: “Come in.”

The caregiver carefully pressed the doorknob. Unexpectedly, the room was bright. The curtains were wide open, and the morning sun streamed into the room.

She stood at the door, her surprise evident.

The room had been completely renovated with smart home systems for Xi Congshuang’s convenience, so the curtains were naturally opened by her. Before this, however, she had never liked opening them.

It was said that the day Xi Congshuang had her car accident was a bright, sunny day.

The person sitting on the bed said: “Zheng Momo?”

After fiddling with her phone all night, Xi Congshuang had successfully matched the face before her with the name in the contact list.

“Miss Xi, you need to wash up, right? I’ll go prepare now,” Zheng Momo replied, turning to get the necessary items.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the electric wheelchair starting up. She quickly looked over and saw Xi Congshuang maneuvering the wheelchair toward her. She instinctively moved out of the way.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the vanity mirror. Last night, Xi Congshuang had practiced operating the wheelchair to familiarize herself with it.

She could now skillfully “race” the wheelchair, but due to the limited space indoors, it wasn’t the right time to show off.

Xi Congshuang was quite satisfied with this transmigration; she hadn’t had such good conditions before.

When she was critically ill, her body was extremely weak, and nurses forbade her from going out. Even when sitting in a wheelchair, it was only for checkups.

Later, she couldn’t even sit in a wheelchair, being pushed around on a transfer stretcher instead.

Xi Congshuang reached out for the toothbrush in Zheng Momo’s hand: “I want to try doing it myself.”

“Ah, okay.” Zheng Momo’s job was to help the patient with rehabilitation and establish their own living habits, so she smoothly handed the toothbrush to Xi Congshuang.

The room had been remodeled before Xi Congshuang moved in, and the height of all the furniture was constructed to her needs. She could easily manage basic washing up while seated in the wheelchair.

Reaching out to hang the towel on the rack, Xi Congshuang turned to Zheng Momo: “I’m capable of self-care now, so you don’t need to be so close. I want to handle my personal needs myself now. Please wait outside for a while.”

Stepping out the door for no apparent reason, Zheng Momo heard the door click shut: “Huh?”

A few seconds later, the realization dawned on Zheng Momo, and she clenched her fist.

Great! The CD for the hidden variant Xi Congshuang isn’t over yet!

After breakfast, Xi Congshuang again asked Zheng Momo to push her out for a walk, circling the garden over and over.

The servants didn’t know that today was still the hidden variant of Xi Congshuang and maintained a distant attitude, quietly avoiding her.

Except for taking medicine and eating, she stayed outdoors and didn’t go back in.

Zheng Momo accompanied her as her caregiver.

…

The sun was setting, and all the lights in the Xi mansion turned on. A slender girl returned to the mansion, catching the tail end of the sunset.

Transferring to a new city and a new home, Cheng Zhishu’s commute was heavily impacted by the unfamiliar environment and lack of direction.

Moreover, her new school didn’t offer lodging, and she didn’t have enough money to rent a place outside, so she had to live in the Xi mansion.

If it were just that, it wouldn’t be a big problem. She could simply wake up an hour earlier and get home an hour later.

The main problem was…

Cheng Zhishu, carrying her school bag, paused, staring in silence at the indistinguishable buildings.

She was somewhat directionally challenged and hadn’t been able to memorize the paths she took.

Outside, she could ask for directions, but she still hadn’t found a good solution in the Xi mansion. It was currently the servants’ dinner time, so the staff who usually appeared everywhere were now eating in shifts, leaving no one for Cheng Zhishu to ask for directions.

She didn’t have a phone—the money she earned from tutoring had been taken by her adoptive parents, and her plan to buy a smartphone had been shelved, so she couldn’t call anyone to pick her up.

Cheng Zhishu lowered her eyes in the evening breeze. Even if she had a phone, no one would be willing to come pick her up.

“Was there a fountain where I just walked?”

Cheng Zhishu’s method of remembering directions was simple: recalling what she walked past and what was nearby.

She looked at her surroundings, carefully recalling: “I think yesterday I passed a fountain and a flowerbed with white flowers, then took two turns, and went up to the third floor.”

The end of the third floor was Cheng Zhishu’s room, with an orange sticky note on the door. This was how she identified her room, and it was the first time she had ever had a room with a door to herself.

“Forget it. I won’t find it this way. I’ll walk to the main gate and start over.” Carrying her school bag, Cheng Zhishu tried to find the direction of the main gate to retrace her steps.

The Xi mansion was far larger than Cheng Zhishu had imagined. The architectural style was unified, and it was a century-old mansion. As she walked, Cheng Zhishu got lost again.

The moon quietly rose into the sky. The lost girl with her school bag wandered into a deep flower thicket, looking around with confused eyes.

“Where is this again? Have I been here before?” As darkness fell, Cheng Zhishu’s sense of direction dropped to negative numbers. “I heard this is a century-old mansion. Am I trapped by the Ghost Wall?”

Just as she finished speaking, someone’s voice came from not far away. Cheng Zhishu’s eyes lit up, and she followed the sound.

A direction meant people, and people meant directions.

Ghost Wall? A person raised under the Red Flag should not be superstitious.

The closer she got, the clearer the voices became. Crossing the lawn, Cheng Zhishu peeked her head out.

The voices were coming from a tablet on a table, where someone sat among the flowers, watching a drama with a serious, meticulous attitude. The screen was bright, and the bitter dialogue spilled out:

“You are not my child at all! She is!”

“Mom, what are you talking about?”

“Yes, I admit it. I swapped you and Xiao Lin at the hospital back then. I’ve always been unkind to you because I don’t like you at all. I hate you!”

“What did you say?”

“Stop! Stop talking! Can you consider Feifei’s feelings for once?”

A hand resting on the table lifted and double-tapped the tablet. The melodramatic dialogue finally stopped.

Cheng Zhishu was startled. The figure sitting at the table looked up, staring directly at her, with a teardrop mole under her eye.

It was her.

Xi Congshuang took the girl in: “I haven’t seen you before. Who are you?”