Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 10

10

When Cheng Xing emerged from the bathroom, Jiang Ciyi was already lying back on the hospital bed, eyes lightly closed, appearing to be asleep.

Cheng Xing didn’t disturb her. She tiptoed to the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then lay down on her side.

A dim lamp cast a warm, orange glow in the room, accompanied by the soft sound of shallow breathing.

The presence of “someone else” brought her a small sense of comfort.

Her eyelids grew heavy, and Jiang Ciyi’s lying figure became a blurry silhouette. It wasn’t until her eyes felt sore that Cheng Xing slowly closed them.

This was destined to be an unsettled night.

The evening match at Wangqingshan had left a deep impact on Cheng Xing. Her body had recovered after vomiting violently and taking a hot shower, but her mind hadn’t. All night, she was trapped in bizarre, chaotic dreams.

One moment, she dreamt of her mother; the next, her father. Then her grandparents and great-grandparents appeared. So many familiar faces flashed through her dreams like a carousel, coming and going. She desperately tried to hold onto someone, anyone, but grasped nothing.

In the end, the world dissolved into nothingness, leaving only a dark vortex. Unable to bear it, she leapt into it.

She woke up.

Her body ached. It took a moment for Cheng Xing to realize she felt cold, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the icy tiles beneath her.

She scanned her surroundings and met Jiang Ciyi’s probing gaze.

But there was a faint, almost imperceptible smile in those eyes.

Cheng Xing: “…”

Falling off the bed while sleeping was pretty embarrassing.

“Miss Cheng doesn’t seem to sleep very peacefully.” Jiang Ciyi said lightly, her tone lacking the sharp hostility from before.

Cheng Xing gave an awkward smile, propped herself up with her hands, and brushed off imaginary dust from her clothes. In a gentle voice, she replied, “A bit. I had nightmares all night.”

“What did you dream about?” Jiang Ciyi asked.

Cheng Xing thought of the people in her dreams—people she could no longer see. A wave of sadness welled up, but she kept a smile on her face. “Some old friends.”

“What kind of old friends?” Jiang Ciyi pressed.

Her tone was calm, and though her questions were persistent, they didn’t feel oppressive.

Cheng Xing answered softly, her eyes filled with the wistfulness of having had something precious but losing it all. “People very close to me, whom I might never see again.”

“You never know.” Jiang Ciyi said, not pressing further this time. “Maybe one day you’ll go back.”

“Yeah…”

Cheng Xing’s words cut off abruptly.

She looked at Jiang Ciyi in shock, only to see Jiang Ciyi staring back at her intently, as if a radar tracking her every move.

…

Did forensic doctors also do detective work?

Cheng Xing nearly slipped up. Pretending to sigh helplessly, she said, “Go back where? They’re all gone.”

“Jiang Ciyi,” Cheng Xing looked at her, intending to say, You don’t need to test me anymore. I’m Cheng Xing now, and no matter how you probe, I’ll still be her.

If she had a choice, Cheng Xing wanted to be anyone but this Cheng Xing.

But facing Jiang Ciyi’s piercing eyes, she changed tack. “Are you hungry? Want some breakfast?”

Jiang Ciyi lowered her gaze, no longer pursuing the topic as aggressively as before. Her voice softened slightly. “A little. What’s for breakfast?”

“How about rice noodle rolls?” Cheng Xing said, her eyes lighting up with a smile. “I passed by a breakfast shop yesterday, and I heard their rice noodle rolls are their specialty. There was a huge line. Wanna try?”

Jiang Ciyi replied calmly, “Sure.”

Cheng Xing turned to leave but paused at the door, turning back. “By the way, besides yam, is there anything else you can’t eat? I don’t want to buy something you can’t have.”

“I’m allergic to yam.” Jiang Ciyi said, pausing. “But I’m picky about a lot of things.”

Cheng Xing nodded. “Tell me, I’ll remember.”

“With your brain?” Jiang Ciyi asked.

Cheng Xing shrugged. “Of course. But let me guess first—you don’t eat green onions, ginger, or garlic?”

She thought of her cousins and her best friend, none of whom liked those ingredients either. Her expression brightened as she recalled them, looking genuinely cheerful.

Jiang Ciyi was silent for a moment before saying coldly, “Whatever. Buy what you want.”

“No way.” Cheng Xing rejected without hesitation. “Meals are for both of us to enjoy. How can I only think of myself? Besides, you’re my wife. I promised to take good care of you and treat you well. If I don’t even know your preferences, how is that treating you well?”

Jiang Ciyi’s expression grew colder at her words, but Cheng Xing, undeterred, boldly continued, “Even if our relationship isn’t great right now, we’re stuck in the same hospital room, admitted together. That’s shared hardship, right? Out of basic humanity, I should at least ask.”

“Oh.” Jiang Ciyi responded flatly, her face expressionless. “Beef, lamb, organ meats, pork belly, hairtail fish, carp, lettuce, carrots, spinach, bok choy…”

She listed over a dozen items like she was reciting a menu.

At first, Cheng Xing thought she was joking, but then realized she was serious.

…Help!

Was there really someone this picky in the world?!

Cheng Xing’s expression must have been too obvious because Jiang Ciyi raised an eyebrow after finishing. “But you don’t need to worry about my tastes. I don’t have much of a sense of taste.”

Cheng Xing frowned. “Why not?”

Didn’t that mean missing out on so much joy?

No wonder she always seemed so gloomy and joyless.

“No reason.” Jiang Ciyi said. “Just go. Come back soon.”

Cheng Xing grinned. “Alright!”

She turned to leave cheerfully, reaching the door before turning back. “Were you just showing concern for me, Jiang Ciyi?”

Jiang Ciyi: “…”

Cheng Xing didn’t expect an answer. She was just teasing Jiang Ciyi.

Back when she did acupuncture, she’d often joke with patients who were nervous about the long silver needles to help them relax.

She went downstairs, queued up to buy rice noodle rolls, and hurried back to the hospital room. Jiang Ciyi had changed out of her hospital gown, which was neatly folded at the corner of the bed. She now wore a white knit sweater, a fitted style that still looked slightly loose on her.

These past few days, the original owner had clearly worn her down, leaving her much thinner. Yet she remained calm, like a still lake with no ripples.

Seated in a wheelchair, she had maneuvered herself to the table. Even in the wheelchair, her presence was undeniable.

After all, her face was like a gift from the heavens—flawless from every angle.

“I’m back.” Cheng Xing said, holding up the bag and shaking it. “Good thing I went early. This was the last portion before they closed.”

“Luckily, that shop’s menu is pretty simple, and they don’t have anything you dislike. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have found something to suit your taste.” Cheng Xing carefully unpacked the food. “I also got some steamed buns. You can try them. I sneaked a bite of one on the way back, and they’re pretty good, though there might be some ginger. See if that’s okay.”

Jiang Ciyi countered, “What if it’s not okay?”

“Then take a bite and spit it out. I’ll eat it.” Cheng Xing said.

Jiang Ciyi looked at her, seeming to want to say something but holding back.

Cheng Xing realized her words might have been too casual. The original owner was arrogant and prideful—how could she eat something someone else had bitten?

But she brushed it off with a casual explanation. “We’re married, so it’s not a big deal. If you mind, I can eat something else.”

“It’s fine.” Jiang Ciyi said, picking up chopsticks. “We need to leave after eating.”

“Leave?” Cheng Xing asked. “To where?”

“The Civil Affairs Bureau.” Jiang Ciyi replied. “Today’s the day we agreed to get divorced.”

Cheng Xing: “…”

She’d forgotten about that.

Just as she was thinking of how to dodge the topic, her phone suddenly rang.

Seeing “Mom” on the screen, her heart ached, but she quickly suppressed her emotions and answered. “Hello, Mom.”

“Xing’er, your grandmother is coming home today. Bring Jiang Ciyi back.” Guan Linmin said gravely. “Tonight’s family dinner is formal. You both need to dress up and act loving in front of your grandmother.”

“Huh? Why?” Cheng Xing asked.

“Your grandmother wants to see what kind of wife you’ve married. If she’s not satisfied, she’ll have you and Jiang Ciyi split up.” Guan Linmin paused. “And knowing your grandmother’s temperament, Jiang Ciyi might not make it out unscathed.”

Cheng Xing: “…?”

That ruthless?