The Frail, Alluring O Always Wants Me to Mark Her (GL) - Chapter 8: 08
Zhu Lexing was unaware of Lin Yang’s calculations.
On the way back, she obtained the Zhu family’s private doctor’s number through the driver.
In Zhu Lexing’s eyes, it was perfectly normal for a young lady to not remember a doctor’s phone number, as there were always people around to make arrangements for the original owner; she didn’t even need to use her brain.
The driver didn’t suspect a thing, rattling off the number skillfully.
After the call connected, Zhu Lexing, adhering to her persona, directly began to give instructions, her meaning clear: no matter what reason Dr. Song used, Yan Mian had to undergo a professional hospital examination within three days.
On the other end of the line, Dr. Song seemed somewhat surprised by her sudden call but still patiently listened to the request and agreed with a “Okay.”
After making the arrangements, Zhu Lexing tossed the book on her lap aside. Since she was bored, she opened the comments section.
The events of the past two days had already automatically generated a story and were uploaded to the novel website.
The comments section was as popular as ever. Among the top comments, the one that read [Will Zhu Lexing proactively ask Yan Mian to put on her school ID for her?] had over three thousand likes, and it was posted early yesterday morning.
After confirming that the system hadn’t tricked her, Zhu Lexing flipped through the new chapter. The story content was just a fleshed-out daily life, nothing new. After reading half of it, Zhu Lexing exited to look at the comments section.
The new chapter’s plot was still stuck on the glass of milk from that morning, with no mention of Lin Yang’s appearance. However, the comments section, having already known a series of characters, went wild with speculation.
[Numbers aren’t counting (-20): After so many chapters, it’s just campus pure love? Where’s the scum Alpha? Where are the yellow and violent scenes? Did I pay money to see this?]
[Oolong Milk Green (2): This blandness actually makes me want to see the villain… From this plot, it seems Zhu Lexing has become a loyal dog Alpha, and to become a crazy villain again, something bad has to happen to Yan Mian, so when will Lin Yang appear? If she goes crazy and bothers Yan Mian, Zhu Lexing should also go crazy, right () Isn’t that a taste of the original character setting!]
[Sanshui (-200): LOL, bring Shi Ruofeng in too, and pure love instantly turns into a mental hospital. Deduct 1 to check the author’s mental state.]
[Time is Earth (200): We want campus pure love! We want campus pure love! Woe to those who don’t want campus pure love!]
Everyone’s language was so trendy that it took Zhu Lexing a while to fully comprehend it.
If this “Zhu Lexing” were just a story character, Zhu Lexing could understand.
But when she herself became this Zhu Lexing, casually depicted as a lunatic, Zhu Lexing could only press her palms together, hoping this would purify everyone’s minds.
After only a few pages, Zhu Lexing lost interest and continued to read the agonizing textbooks.
After arriving home, she sat in a corner of the sofa doing exercises, her gaze involuntarily drifting outside the door, wondering when Yan Mian would arrive home.
When Yan Mian approached the entrance, what she saw was Zhu Lexing idly twirling a pen under the chandelier.
The girl’s fingers were slender, and the black pen was expertly manipulated between her fingers, her movements fluid and graceful.
But.
When did Zhu Lexing learn to twirl a pen?
In Yan Mian’s impression, Zhu Lexing had always been a “peacock,” not afraid to display any of her strengths in front of her family. She had learned piano, and she would always play it when Zhu Lin was home.
In the first few days after arriving at the Zhu family, Zhu Lexing would even intentionally get up early to play the piano, deliberately waking everyone up, using it as a way to “get under Yan Mian’s skin.”
Zhu Lin thought she was throwing a tantrum and indulged her a few times. Later, seeing Zhu Lexing still being self-centered, father and daughter had an argument, and Zhu Lexing smashed the piano, piling it in the storage room.
Noticing her approach, Zhu Lexing paused, gripping the pen as she stood up.
Her gaze calmly settled on Yan Mian’s face. Yan Mian resisted the urge to instinctively shy away, only saying, “Then I’ll just—”
“Dinner’s ready,” Zhu Lexing interrupted her. “Eat first.”
Her tone was incredibly stiff. After speaking, Zhu Lexing walked towards the stairs.
Yan Mian hadn’t expected Zhu Lexing to say that. She froze in the living room until the footsteps faded, then slowly sat down.
When the maid put down the bowls and chopsticks, Yan Mian turned her face and asked, “Did Lexing eat?”
The maid who was asked was a newcomer from yesterday, and she naturally said, “Miss specifically waited for Miss Yan for a while, and when Miss Yan didn’t return, she ate first.”
Yan Mian remembered the glass of milk in the living room. She paused, then asked again, “Do you know who made the milk yesterday?”
The maid looked bewildered. Yan Mian said, “Alright, I understand. Go about your business.”
She shifted her gaze back to the exquisite dishes, let out a breath, and for the first time, ate so naturally.
The doorbell rang as Yan Mian was flipping through the stage play script that Li Nian had sent her.
Upon first hearing about the school anniversary event, Yan Mian was momentarily surprised, but she quickly realized that this was Zhu Lin’s arrangement.
The reason Zhu Lin wanted to return was for their performance.
Yan Mian disliked Zhu Lexing, but that didn’t mean she hated Zhu Lin by association. She regarded him as an elder and also needed his protection.
So, for any reason, she wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
The reason she went to Zhu Hang was just to ask if they could collaborate with other classes for the performance.
As expected, Li Nian was also chosen as one of the organizers for her class. After a brief mention, the two immediately hit it off.
“Dr. Song—”
A servant called out enthusiastically. Yan Mian looked up and saw a woman in a trench coat smiling and thanking her. She had her long hair coiled, looking capable and gentle. Noticing Yan Mian, she smiled: “Miss Yan, I’m the Zhu family’s private doctor, Song Yun.”
Meeting an outsider, Yan Mian was inevitably reserved: “Hello, Dr. Song.”
“I’ve learned about your medical history from Mr. Zhu,” Song Yun said. “How have you been feeling lately? Any discomfort?”
She spoke gently and clearly, making one unconsciously relax.
Yan Mian knew very little about the profession of “private doctor,” so she naturally followed the other party’s pace, describing her recent physical condition one by one. Song Yun’s pen glided across the paper, writing. She slightly raised an eyebrow when she heard Yan Mian frankly admit to feeling heart discomfort last night.
Song Yun got to the point: “This situation can’t be explained in a few words. It’s best if you go for a follow-up examination.”
Yan Mian naturally understood.
The reason her mother wanted to be with Zhu Lin was partly love, and partly because the Zhu family had the connections and resources to arrange the best doctors for her surgery.
If she could, she also wanted to receive treatment.
But Zhu Lexing was the biggest problem currently in front of her.
Yan Mian said softly, “My classes are a bit busy recently. After the midterm exams are over, I’ll consider going to the hospital.”
Song Yun hadn’t forgotten Zhu Lexing’s anxiety on the phone: “Exams are temporary, but your health is the most important thing.”
Yan Mian was about to retort when, on the third floor, Zhu Lexing, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation through the system, finally couldn’t help but open her door.
With just a little force, the door “bang”ed back against the wall.
She looked down at the two of them from the hallway, her gaze only on Yan Mian’s face: “If you’re sick, go get treated. Being sickly all day long is just annoying to look at.”
“Go for a check-up tomorrow. It doesn’t matter if you take time off or not; Zhu Hang won’t dare to trouble you.”
The girl’s voice was cold and sharp, full of impatience, which perfectly fit Zhu Lexing’s usual persona.
But Yan Mian stood rooted to the spot, stunned for a few seconds, an unwarranted illusion rising within her.
It was as if this hadn’t come from “Zhu Lexing’s” mouth.
And the words carried not malicious intent, but genuine compassion.
After a moment of daze, Yan Mian noticed Song Yun observing her reaction.
She calmed down, finding her own thoughts utterly ridiculous.
After a few seconds of silence, Yan Mian obediently said, “I understand.”