Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 11

11

After the phone call ended, the hospital room fell into a brief silence.

Cheng Xing was the first to speak: “Grandmother is back. Mother has asked us to return for a family dinner tonight. She’s already sent someone to pick us up.”

Although she didn’t know what kind of influence this grandmother had to make Guan Linmin say such things, Cheng Xing’s first instinct was suspicion. But…

This was, after all, the world of a melodramatic novel!

There were countless ways to make someone disappear quietly.

And Cheng Xing had no doubt that the Cheng family was capable of such things. After all, the original host of her body had a volatile and ruthless personality—without some inherited traits, Cheng Xing wouldn’t believe it.

So, even if only for Jiang Ciyi’s sake, she had to convince Jiang Ciyi to attend the dinner.

Jiang Ciyi, however, remained unmoved. “That’s your family dinner. Let’s go get divorced now. It’ll take half an hour to finalize the paperwork. Your family’s driver can take you to the dinner, and I’ll have nothing more to do with you or the Cheng family.”

“But Grandmother knows we just got married.” Cheng Xing said. “A marriage that doesn’t even last half a month? Grandmother will definitely look into it.”

“Shouldn’t you, Miss Cheng, think carefully about who caused this marriage to fall apart in less than half a month?” Jiang Ciyi’s expression was cold, her gaze distant, her voice calm. “When I had my car accident, you pretended to be kind in front of me. But right after we got married, your true colors showed. Is there anything wrong with me not wanting to continue living with someone who’s two-faced and heartless?”

Cheng Xing: “…”

No problem at all!

If Cheng Xing were a bystander, she’d be waving a flag, cheering, “Good divorce! Hurry up and split! Every second you delay is an insult to the readers’ sanity!”

But now… she had transmigrated into this novel! And she was bound by a wretched system!

Cheng Xing sighed, her tone still gentle. “Jiang Ciyi, you’re very clear-headed, so there’s nothing wrong with your decision. But…”

She shamelessly continued, “I still want to ask you to give me another chance. Even if it’s not for the sake of being wives in the future, at least so we can resolve the misunderstandings between us. Don’t you want to know why I acted the way I did before?”

“What reason could there be?” Jiang Ciyi sneered, though her expression quickly returned to neutral. “Have you lost your memory, Miss Cheng? You were the one hysterically questioning me, asking who I really loved and why I didn’t love you. But perhaps you could explain—what do you mean by ‘why don’t you love me’?”

Jiang Ciyi laid out the issue with clear logic, but Cheng Xing paused.

Finally, she responded calmly, “I lost control back then. I loved you too much. You know I once loved another woman. I pursued her for years, only for her to abandon me. Later, I fell for you, but I realized you didn’t love me—you were just using me as a substitute. I acted impulsively.”

Jiang Ciyi stared at her coldly, as if trying to see through her eyes to determine whether her words were true or false.

Cheng Xing met her gaze, pretending to be calm.

In truth, her palms were sweating. This was the first time she’d so blatantly said words like “I love you” to someone. Her words were half-true, half-false, mostly drawn from her analysis of the novel’s characters over the past few days. The only plausible reason for the original host’s crazed behavior was likely this.

So, she laid bare the darker side of human nature.

“Grandmother is an extremely ruthless person.” Cheng Xing said earnestly, instinctively reaching for Jiang Ciyi’s hand but pulling back after a glance, maintaining a polite distance. “We can divorce later, but I hope you’ll cooperate with me for tonight’s family dinner. It’s also in your best interest.”

“And,” Cheng Xing paused, “if we get divorced today, what will your father do when he finds out? Where will you live?”

“Are you threatening me?” Jiang Ciyi’s tone carried a hint of displeasure.

It wasn’t clear whether it was because Cheng Xing mentioned her father or because she was reluctant to delay the divorce.

Likely both.

Jiang Ciyi had grown up relying on her grandmother, rarely seeing her parents. Her only memories of them were during holidays when they’d return, but their visits always ended in endless arguments, smashing household items to pieces. One year, her mother stopped coming back altogether. Her father returned, drunk, cursing that her mother had run off with another man and calling Jiang Ciyi a burden.

From then on, Jiang Ciyi never saw her mother again. Occasionally, her father would return, but only to drink or demand money. After graduating from university, Jiang Ciyi didn’t pursue further studies because she wanted to start working early to support her grandmother. But in the year she graduated, her father came back and demanded 100,000 yuan, threatening to sell her if she didn’t comply.

Jiang Ciyi didn’t give in and didn’t believe him. When her grandmother found out, she grabbed a cane and beat her father.

But one day, Jiang Ciyi was kidnapped. Fortunately, she was rescued by colleagues from the police station not long after. During questioning, she learned that her father, addicted to drugs and drowning in debt, had planned to sell her to a nightclub for money and had already made arrangements with his drug-addict associates.

Jiang Ciyi personally sent her father to prison. That year, she had just graduated from university at the age of 20.

Six years later, her father was released from prison. He showed up at her grandmother’s funeral, berating the now-disabled Jiang Ciyi and demanding 300,000 yuan, threatening to hound her forever if she didn’t pay.

It was the original Cheng Xing who stepped in and resolved everything.

But during the funeral, while Jiang Ciyi was preoccupied, her father sold her grandmother’s house.

Now, if she got divorced, she truly would have nowhere to go, left with a sense of desolate homelessness.

Zheng Shuqing had assured her she could live at her place for life without paying rent.

But treating her leg injury would cost a fortune, and her leg might never fully recover. If she relied on Zheng Shuqing forever, even Zheng Shuqing would eventually grow tired of her.

Jiang Ciyi had a clear understanding of the harshness of human nature.

Cheng Xing had indeed hit her sore spot. As a forensic doctor at the police station, her salary wasn’t high. Even with year-end bonuses, her annual income was less than 200,000 yuan. She’d only earned that much because of her success in solving major cases. When she first graduated, she hadn’t saved anything.

Her savings had been depleted by surgeries after the car accident. At the time, she wasn’t interested in rich second-generation types like Cheng Xing and had no chemistry with her, so she paid for everything herself. As the medical costs piled up, Cheng Xing insisted she didn’t need to repay her and, combined with her grandmother’s passing and other overwhelming events, Jiang Ciyi eventually accepted Cheng Xing’s help.

Before her grandmother passed, she had urged Jiang Ciyi to see that Cheng Xing was a good person and not to let her kindness go to waste.

For the sake of her grandmother’s dying wish, Jiang Ciyi agreed to marry Cheng Xing.

But she never expected that Cheng Xing’s kindness was all a façade.

She was nothing but a demon.

Jiang Ciyi’s expression was icy as she stared at Cheng Xing.

Cheng Xing had been crouching the whole time, one knee bent, nearly kneeling on the floor, her voice soft. “Jiang Ciyi, I’m not trying to threaten you. I just think you have nowhere to go right now, and I need your help. In return, I’ll offer you compensation for your help.”

Jiang Ciyi’s hostility eased slightly. Noticing this, Cheng Xing moved closer. “Besides, give me a little time. If, after two months, we still don’t love each other, we’ll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get divorced. I know you’re scared to stay with someone like me because of my past. To address that, I promise: if I do anything during this time that wrongs you or makes you unhappy, I’ll pay you a substantial compensation.”

“And if we do divorce after two months,” Cheng Xing continued, “I promise you’ll never be bothered by your father again for the rest of your life.”

Unless absolutely necessary, Cheng Xing didn’t want to resort to this.

It was tantamount to dragging Jiang Ciyi’s pride through the mud, reminding her that her disgraceful father and her current disability had put her in this position.

Cheng Xing recalled the humiliation of being chased to her doorstep by debt collectors alongside her mother. She didn’t want to do this.

But without this approach, she had no way to persuade Jiang Ciyi.

It was clear that Jiang Ciyi was determined to get divorced.

All Cheng Xing could do was crouch in front of her, lowering herself even further, looking up at her with sincere, gentle, and clear eyes devoid of any threat.

“How can I trust your words?” Jiang Ciyi asked.

Cheng Xing immediately replied, “Words alone aren’t enough. We’ll sign a contract.”

The next moment, the hospital room’s door was knocked on. A man in a black suit entered. “Ladies, Madam requests your presence at Wanfeng Pavilion.”

Wanfeng Pavilion was a renowned styling center in Jianggang, filled with high-end luxury brands and top-tier designers and makeup artists.

Guan Linmin was clearly preparing for them to attend the dinner in full splendor.

But Cheng Xing and Jiang Ciyi hadn’t reached an agreement yet. Cheng Xing looked at Jiang Ciyi persistently. “Will you go, Jiang Ciyi?”

The atmosphere in the room remained heavy for a long time.

After a long silence, Jiang Ciyi finally spoke. “Cheng Xing, you’re not lying this time?”

“I’m not lying,” Cheng Xing said candidly. “I, Cheng Xing, will never deceive you again.”

Jiang Ciyi pursed her lips. “Then I’ll trust you one more time, Cheng Xing.”

When she said Cheng Xing’s name, it felt somehow different from before.