Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 12
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An extended silver Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of Wanfeng Pavilion.
Xiao Yang, tasked with picking up Cheng Xing and her companion, was the first to get out of the car. He walked around to the back, opened the door, and respectfully invited Cheng Xing to step out with a bow.
Known as the “First Heiress of Jianggang” in Hong Kong’s elite circles, Miss Cheng was accustomed to such treatment during her outings.
Yet, Cheng Xing felt out of place, though she maintained a calm facade as she stepped out of the car.
As soon as she got out, she glanced back. A waiter had already retrieved Jiang Ciyi’s wheelchair from the trunk, and Xiao Yang seamlessly lifted Jiang Ciyi, placing her securely in it.
Jiang Ciyi’s legs were not fully functional, requiring assistance to get in and out of the car.
Earlier, when they were leaving the hospital, Cheng Xing and Jiang Ciyi had reached a cooperative agreement. Cheng Xing had pushed Jiang Ciyi’s wheelchair all the way downstairs. But when they reached the car, Cheng Xing hesitated about whether to lift Jiang Ciyi into the vehicle herself, worried that the close proximity might make Jiang Ciyi uncomfortable. Before she could decide, Jiang Ciyi pointed to Xiao Yang, who was standing nearby.
Xiao Yang, with his muscular build barely concealed by his suit, looked every bit like a professional bodyguard. His expression was impassive as he effortlessly lifted Jiang Ciyi into the car.
Now, he just as easily placed her in the wheelchair and instinctively began pushing it forward.
When they reached Cheng Xing’s side, she extended her hand. “I’ll take it from here.”
Xiao Yang naturally stepped back behind her.
Wanfeng Pavilion, Jianggang’s most luxurious styling center, stood forty-seven stories tall, its decor opulent and grand. Each floor was like a miniature runway show.
Cheng Xing headed straight for the elevator, going up to the forty-fifth floor.
At Wanfeng Pavilion, the higher the floor, the higher one’s status and influence in Jianggang’s elite circles. The top two floors were almost never open to the public, each with its own exclusive elevator, ensuring that those being styled there would never cross paths. As a result, no one had ever seen who entered the top two floors of Wanfeng Pavilion.
As soon as Cheng Xing stepped out of the elevator, smiling staff immediately surrounded her, taking care of everything without her needing to lift a finger.
From hairstyle to makeup, jewelry, and outfit styling, professionals handled every detail.
She and Jiang Ciyi were taken to separate areas.
After an hour and a half of transformation, Cheng Xing overheard someone whisper, “It’s all done, but Miss Cheng fell asleep. The other side is still working…”
Yawning, Cheng Xing slowly opened her eyes.
The person in the mirror looked completely different from before.
Since it was a family banquet, her makeup was subtle and elegant, a stark contrast to the bold look the original owner of this body had worn when Cheng Xing first transmigrated.
She wore a pale blue strapless gown, its waistline accentuated with delicate rhinestones and its hem adorned with airy feather-like details, simple yet refined. Surprisingly, the red tattoo on her arm was gone.
The designer, noticing she was awake, approached with a smile. “Miss Cheng, you’re up. Are you satisfied with today’s styling?”
“It’s fine,” Cheng Xing replied, still surprised about her arm. She hadn’t liked the ostentatious tattoo, but despite several showers, it hadn’t washed off. Now, it was mysteriously gone.
Seeing her looking at her arm, the designer explained, “Miss Guan specifically instructed that your look today should be more refined, so I took the liberty of removing the pattern on your arm. If you’d like it back, I can recreate it next time you come.”
“But… doesn’t removing a tattoo hurt?” Cheng Xing asked.
The designer paused, surprised. “That wasn’t a tattoo. Did you forget? I mentioned before that it’s a special pigment imported from abroad. It washes off easily with a specific solution—no pain at all.”
“Oh,” Cheng Xing said, brushing it off to avoid suspicion. “I’ve got too much on my mind and forgot.”
“No worries,” the designer said with a deferential smile. “You don’t need to concern yourself with these small details—just leave them to me.”
“Well done.” Cheng Xing praised. This kind of setting wasn’t her comfort zone; it even felt a bit overwhelming, as every word and action required careful thought. Eager to leave, she asked, “Where’s my wife? Is she done?”
“Your wife is naturally stunning. Ordinary dresses looked dull on her, so I sent someone to fetch a haute couture gown more suited to her. They’re on their way back now—it won’t be long,” the designer replied.
Cheng Xing nodded, standing up to discreetly study herself in the mirror. Her hair was elegantly pinned up, with two soft strands framing her face. To match the haute couture gown, her earrings and necklace were adorned with blue diamonds, sparkling like tears of the ocean.
A strange feeling washed over her.
…This must be the world of the ultra-wealthy.
A single piece of jewelry could easily cost millions.
Cheng Xing gave a wry smile and settled down to wait for Jiang Ciyi. A waiter brought her tea, snacks, and a pile of small toys for entertainment. At first, she played with one absentmindedly, but soon she became engrossed.
Until someone called out, “Miss Cheng, your wife is here.”
Cheng Xing looked up and saw Jiang Ciyi, meticulously styled. Though seated in her wheelchair, she was impossible to overlook.
She was breathtaking.
Jiang Ciyi wore black velvet high heels adorned with pearls. Her dress was a strapless, orange-red tie-dye gown, the upper half layered in silk that hugged her figure, accentuating her delicate waistline. The skirt’s hem cascaded in light, non-bulky layers, giving her the air of an ethereal sprite who had wandered into the mortal world.
Her long black hair was loosely curled, draping casually over her shoulders. The delicate necklace she wore didn’t detract from the beauty of her dress.
But no matter how stunning the dress or jewelry, they paled in comparison to her natural beauty.
Jiang Ciyi herself was a work of art, intricately crafted.
Cheng Xing stared for a few seconds, her gaze fixed on Jiang Ciyi. Even the designer nearby teased, “Judging by Miss Cheng’s reaction, I know we picked the right gown today.”
Snapping out of it, Cheng Xing’s ears flushed red with embarrassment. She coughed lightly. “It looks great.”
But she lowered her head, staring at the polished floor, not daring to look at Jiang Ciyi again.
Xiao Yang approached and whispered, “Miss, Madam says the Old Madam is already on her way back.”
Cheng Xing exhaled softly, steadying herself. “Let’s go, then.”
She stepped behind Jiang Ciyi, gripping the cool handles of the wheelchair.
Xiao Yang frowned. “Miss, your gown doesn’t seem suited for this. Should I push Miss Jiang instead?”
“No need,” Cheng Xing said. “I’ll push my wife myself.”
Despite their efforts, Cheng Xing and her group were late.
The Old Madam’s car arrived at the estate before theirs, and five or six cars blocked the entrance, preventing theirs from entering.
Guan Linmin called to urge them. Cheng Xing could only say helplessly, “There’s nothing we can do. The cars escorting Grandmother are blocking the way. We can’t exactly run in, can we?”
“Then have Xiao Yang take you through the back entrance and head upstairs. I’ll cover for you by saying you were resting upstairs.” Guan Linmin said nervously.
Cheng Xing paused. “Is Grandmother really that formidable?”
Guan Linmin tsked. “You’ve seen her tactics. The older she gets, the more imposing she becomes. Your dad’s too filial. She doesn’t have many years left, so just humor her.”
Cheng Xing: “…”
Xiao Yang led them through a small path to the estate’s back entrance, which required walking along a long cobblestone path lined with vibrant flowers. Cars couldn’t pass through, so Cheng Xing pushed Jiang Ciyi’s wheelchair herself.
After crossing the path, they reached an elevator that went straight upstairs. Pushing the wheelchair had taken some effort, and though her silver high heels fit well, Cheng Xing’s heels felt raw from the friction.
As they stepped out of the elevator, a sharp tap of a cane echoed from upstairs. “Xing’er’s getting quite the attitude, huh? Even I can’t summon her anymore.”
Cheng Xing hurried to the railing. “Grandmother, what are you saying? I was so excited about your return that I barely slept last night!”
“Exactly,” Xu Zhaozhao chimed in. “You know how Sister Xing is, Grandmother. She’s only late because she’s got a burden slowing her down.”
A burden?
Wasn’t that a jab at Jiang Ciyi’s limited mobility?
Cheng Xing glanced back at Jiang Ciyi, who showed no reaction, as if she hadn’t heard.
Cheng Xing turned, pushing Jiang Ciyi’s wheelchair back into the elevator.
As the elevator descended, Cheng Xing took a few deep breaths, as if preparing for battle. The doors slowly opened.
“I was late because of traffic.” Cheng Xing said, her gaze coolly sweeping over Xu Zhaozhao. “It has nothing to do with who I’m with. Xu Zhaozhao, who are you calling a burden?”
It was the first time Guan Linmin had seen Cheng Xing like this, especially in front of the Old Madam. The Old Madam’s face darkened noticeably.
Everyone knew that in this family, the Old Madam doted on Xu Zhaozhao the most.
By publicly embarrassing Xu Zhaozhao, Cheng Xing was indirectly challenging the Old Madam.
Guan Linmin couldn’t help but tug at Cheng Xing’s arm, but Cheng Xing stood firm.
Xu Zhaozhao’s voice trembled with a hint of tears. “Sister Xing, I’m not good with words. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
The Old Madam spoke up. “Enough. Is your own sister less important than an outsider? Cheng Xing, don’t go too far.”
“Grandmother,” Cheng Xing said, her lips curving into a gentle but resolute smile. “If my wife, who’s on the same household registry as me, is an outsider, then who’s an insider? A sister with no bl00d relation who stirs up trouble at home?”
In an instant, the air in the grand living room froze.