The Female Lead Keeps Forcing Me to Take My Meds [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Teardrop Mole 

The malice in the other party’s tone was obvious. Even without looking up, the downward-gazing Cheng Zhishu could guess her expression.

The outstanding favorite daughter, the beloved child born late in her parents’ lives, was a dazzling presence among the younger generation of the Xi mansion.

Such people are always proud. The fact that Xi Hanran hadn’t publicly ordered them to be thrown out already showed her deep self-restraint.

Xi Hanran crossed her arms: “Has no one ever told you that you look very different from your father?”

“…” Cheng Zhishu thought for a moment. “Perhaps… I look more like my mother.”

Xi Hanran: “?”

Unexpected by the answer, Xi Hanran froze for a moment, then stared at her with an inscrutable gaze. The small reflection of Cheng Zhishu was visible in her light-colored eyes.

After a long pause, she scoffed and continued to walk down.

The addition of the so-called useless “brother” wouldn’t affect her status. The education and subsequent capabilities Xi Hanran enjoyed from birth were things Cheng Wenyong couldn’t achieve in his entire lifetime. In her eyes, Cheng Wenyong was no different from a parasite.

Every family has a few good-for-nothing freeloaders.

Xi Hanran didn’t have the time to play house politics with these people, nor would she lower herself to fight them. But seeing Cheng Zhishu suddenly made her think of something.

The woman in high heels walked all the way down and disappeared out the door.

Cheng Zhishu stood in place for a moment, confusedly scratching her temple, unsure what she meant.

Returning to her room, Cheng Zhishu planned to take a shower and finish the rest of her homework. She paused when she passed the mirror, parting the fringe over her eyes.

“So it’s grown that long, no wonder I couldn’t tell the roads apart today.” Cheng Zhishu bent down to look for scissors and started trimming her fringe in front of the mirror.

Closing one eye, the rustling sound of trimming echoed in the small bathroom. She finished one side, then opened her eyes to cut the fringe on the other, fully revealing her eyes.

She brushed the stray hairs off the bridge of her nose. Cheng Zhishu looked left and right, felt it was generally neat, and then began cleaning up the mess in the sink.

Recently, her workload had been heavy. She was required to transfer schools mid-semester, but the learning pace between the two schools was different. To catch up, Cheng Zhishu prepared in advance, so adapting after the transfer wasn’t too difficult.

She sensed in school today that the pace at An City High School was indeed much faster than her previous school, and the teachers lectured more quickly, but she wouldn’t be unable to adapt.

However, maintaining her previous academic performance might be challenging; she needed to work harder.

Putting the scissors back in place, Cheng Zhishu washed her face again, turned to leave, and got started on today’s homework.

The lights in her room burned late into the night, extinguishing only at 2 AM.

…

Simultaneously, Xi Congshuang, still slightly damp from her shower, stood facing the mirror.

The woman in the mirror was young and delicate, with soft features, but her eyes were a deep, dark color, and she had a teardrop mole beneath one eye.

Xi Congshuang raised her hand and touched the area below her eye. The reflection in the mirror did the same. The hand pressed against her skin, however, had a few faint scars that weren’t in her memory.

Her hand was long and elegant, her wrist bone slightly protruding. The sporadic scars were like flaws on beautiful jade, regrettable.

The current Xi Congshuang looked exactly like she did before her transmigration. The System had already told her that she had transmigrated physically, and everyone would only remember Xi Congshuang’s face.

But the original Xi Congshuang had been in a car accident. Faint scars, barely visible, remained on her hands and other parts of her body.

The most severely injured parts were her legs, constantly covered by a blanket, which had become especially sensitive to cold.

Having been in there for a while, Zheng Momo knocked on the bathroom door: “Miss Xi, are you finished with your bath?”

Click. Xi Congshuang unlocked the doorknob and maneuvered the wheelchair out.

Zheng Momo subconsciously reached for the wheelchair handle to push, but one look from Xi Congshuang made her instantly retract her hand, walking behind her instead.

The wheelchair stopped by the bed. Xi Congshuang carefully adjusted the distance between the wheelchair and the bed, using the support of her arms and the bed railing to get back onto the bed.

An action a three-year-old could easily perform was extremely difficult for Xi Congshuang. A thin layer of sweat beaded on her pale forehead, and her cheeks were flushed.

After steadying her breath, Xi Congshuang bent over to straighten her legs and pulled the blanket over herself.

Zheng Momo stood by, fighting the urge to help several times, knowing that allowing Xi Congshuang to practice self-care was not a bad thing.

She could only change the subject, saying to Xi Congshuang: “It’s supposed to rain soon. The temperature dropped tonight. Should I turn up the indoor temperature?”

Xi Congshuang took a few tissues to wipe the sweat and nodded: “You can.”

There was nothing left for Zheng Momo to do. Her work today was unexpectedly light. Seeing that it was already Xi Congshuang’s bedtime, she turned to leave.

Perhaps due to Zheng Momo’s words, Xi Congshuang, who usually slept deeply, slept restlessly. Her legs, which she thought had long lost feeling, were unusually uncomfortable.

It was hard to describe the feeling. Perhaps it was psychosomatic, but the piercing pain woke her up. She clenched her fist and punched her legs a couple of times but felt nothing more. The intense pain, however, still lingered.

This was a sequela of the car accident, becoming very noticeable whenever the climate changed.

Half-asleep, Xi Congshuang heard a rustling sound outside the window. After a while, she realized it was raining.

After listening to the rain for a bit, Xi Congshuang finally drifted off, waking up half an hour later than usual the next day.

The rain outside was even heavier than last night. In this weather, going out for a walk was impossible. Xi Congshuang’s legs were uncomfortable, so she stayed indoors.

She felt groggy all day, and the rain only eased up in the evening.

Zheng Momo saw Xi Congshuang constantly looking out the window and asked: “Miss Xi, do you want to go out for a walk?”

The garden was out of the question, but there were other places in the Xi mansion they could go.

Xi Congshuang shook her head: “No.”

Zheng Momo was puzzled but didn’t ask further.

After a while, Xi Congshuang’s voice sounded again: “Is my condition still suitable for rehabilitation?”

Zheng Momo’s heart skipped a beat: “Is Miss Xi willing to undergo rehabilitation?”

Not denying it meant there might still be a possibility of standing up. For the sake of her health, Xi Congshuang wouldn’t let any method slip by.

Xi Congshuang gave a faint acknowledgment.

“That’s good,” Zheng Momo quickly planned in her head. “But before that, Miss Xi needs another hospital checkup. I need to assess the situation to create a suitable rehabilitation plan for you.”

“If it’s not possible, we’ll have to postpone it.”

The Xi family paid Zheng Momo a six-figure monthly salary, not to be a nanny.

Zheng Momo’s salary was comparable to that of the Xi mansion’s housekeeper, who had been working there for over ten years.

Xi Congshuang was doing two things at once: listening to Zheng Momo while wondering when Cheng Zhishu’s switch-at-birth incident would become public.

According to the System’s data, it only said the incident would erupt in a few days, with both families rejecting her, but it didn’t specify when.

She saw Cheng Zhishu yesterday, and her corruption value still stood at 36, showing no signs of increasing yet.

As a major turning point in Cheng Zhishu’s life, if this incident wasn’t handled well, the corruption value would experience a skyrocketing increase.

—This analogy was suggested by a certain System attempting to exaggerate the danger.

With the recent heavy rain, Cheng Zhishu, still unfamiliar with the roads, returned home damp all over each time.

It was better outside; she had an umbrella, and taking the subway and bus meant she was less likely to get rained on.

Returning to the Xi mansion meant getting dizzy staring at the similar-looking buildings and taking the wrong path time and time again.

Today was no different. Cheng Zhishu got lost again. However, there was no Miss sitting at the end of the path watching a melodrama and smiling beautifully to have someone guide her.

She had no choice but to wander around with her umbrella until the surveillance guard noticed her and escorted her to the door of her building.

Cheng Zhishu was too embarrassed to say she was lost and only said she was too tired from studying at school and had trouble seeing the path clearly.

The security guard immediately looked understanding: “So that’s what it is. I thought you were wandering around to familiarize yourself with the house these past few days.”

Cheng, who was genuinely lost, Zhishu: “Mhm.”

The security guard was completely unaware he had hit a sore spot, shaking his head and sighing: “Students these days really have it tough. My daughter is the same. She requires her mother to bring fruit to her room, peeled, before she eats it.”

Cheng Zhishu held her umbrella and forced a smile.

Learning directions, like cooking, is best done without sudden bursts of inspiration. However, Cheng Zhishu kept recalling the kitchen lady’s words: “Actually, every path leads to Wencan Building.” So, she kept wanting to try a new way.

The result was returning late every time. Today was exceptionally late, and the food in the thermal box only had a little residual warmth.

Cheng Zhishu wasn’t picky. She quickly ate, took a shower, and sat down at her desk to do her homework.

After finishing a set of practice exams, Cheng Zhishu, wanting to rest, picked up the meal box bag, intending to return it to the kitchen.

As soon as she opened her door, she saw the room door diagonally across from her also open, and a figure in a long dress walked out.

Looking at the doors in the hallway, they all looked similar, but the interior structures were vastly different. That room was a suite, including a living room and entertainment room, more than enough space for a family of four.

But on the day they moved in, Xi Wenyong suddenly said: “Zhishu has a heavy study load, and Xiao Yao is still mischievous. You stay in the room across the hall. It’s spacious and quiet, and if anything happens, just open the door and come over.”

Cheng Zhishu, unfamiliar with the place, agreed.

In fact, Cheng Zhishu’s room was formerly the live-in maid’s quarters, which were originally conveniently located to serve the employer across the way. Now, Cheng Zhishu lived there.

Cheng Zhishu called out: “Mom, are you going out?”

“My clothes are all changed, what else would I be doing?” Wang Ya frowned. “What are you holding?”

Cheng Zhishu smelled perfume. She, wearing her old school uniform as pajamas, stood a few steps away from Wang Ya. The other woman was dressed beautifully. Though mother and daughter, they suddenly seemed to belong to two different worlds.

Wang Ya saw her zoning out and said unhappily: “You’re always like this when I talk to you. Who are you giving attitude to? Do I owe you something?”

“I’m taking the meal box back to the kitchen,” Cheng Zhishu replied a beat too late.

Wang Ya’s frown deepened, and she snapped: “You really have a servant’s fate! You can’t even be a Miss for a day. People already look down on us, and you’re rushing to act like a maid. Where does that leave our face? You’re destined to be poor all your life!”

Every time she saw Cheng Zhishu’s face, a surge of anger and suspicion would rise in her. People constantly asked why “Zhishu doesn’t look like Wenyong,” and several spats between the couple were due to this face.

Sometimes, when Wang Ya lost her temper, she’d drag Xi Wenyong to do a paternity test, claiming she would die if the child wasn’t his.

Seeing Wang Ya’s confident expression, Xi Wenyong suppressed the thought.

Cheng Zhishu, used to enduring this, buried her head even lower, only looking at her shoetips.

Wang Ya, who was about to say more, was hugged by her son, who ran up behind her, his excited voice ringing out: “I’m ready, Mom, let’s go!”

Wang Ya then withdrew her words, her expression softening: “Xiao Yao is ready. Let’s go. Dad is already waiting downstairs.”

Now that her son was the young master of the Xi family, she couldn’t let him learn these words and be looked down upon.

“Yay, let’s go, let’s go!”

“Mommy is taking you to see someone today. You need to be very quiet, don’t…”

The glamorous mother and son left together. Cheng Zhishu suddenly lost the mood to take the items downstairs. She placed the bag by the door and closed the door.

“Forget it. I’ll take it down tomorrow when I go to school.”