Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 4

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The hospital room wasn’t crowded, but Cheng Xing felt as though it was suffocatingly cramped, the air growing thin, making it hard for her to breathe.

Since transmigrating into this novel, she had said many things, but this one sentence was the truest.

From the information the system had revealed, if she divorced Jiang Ciyi, her fate would likely be death.

Or perhaps, something even worse than death.

She closed her eyes wearily, her mind a chaotic mess. Everything happening now was beyond her comprehension.

Her words caused a brief silence in the room.

“You were the one who begged and promised to treat Jiang Jiang well before the marriage, and what happened?” The woman pushing Jiang Ciyi’s wheelchair broke the silence first, her voice filled with righteous indignation. “You’ve been married for how long, and look at what you’ve done to Jiang Jiang? This marriage has to end.”

Cheng Xing opened her eyes at these words, subtly sizing up the speaker.

The girl, in her twenties, wore a purple tracksuit, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her doll-like face brimming with energy.

Cheng Xing quickly matched her to a character from the novel: Zheng Shuqing, Jiang Ciyi’s high school friend and close confidante. Her family wasn’t particularly wealthy but was comfortably well-off. As an only child, she shared a strong bond with Jiang Ciyi.

The original host of this body had once suspected Zheng Shuqing of being Jiang Ciyi’s “white moonlight” and had orchestrated the downfall of Zheng’s family business, driving Zheng’s father to suicide. The original host even deliberately hinted to Zheng Shuqing that Jiang Ciyi was jealous of her, sowing discord and causing a rift between the two friends.

As a result, Jiang Ciyi lost her last pillar of support, left isolated and dependent on the original host.

But her hatred for the original host only grew deeper.

Not long after, Jiang Ciyi’s wealthy biological parents found her, secretly taking her away and arranging a family reunion.

But for now, none of that had happened yet.

Zheng Shuqing stood in the hospital room, resolute behind Jiang Ciyi. Even facing the powerful Cheng family, who her own father would treat with deference, she showed no fear.

When Cheng Xing’s gaze met hers, Zheng Shuqing’s protective instincts kicked in, subtly pulling Jiang Ciyi’s wheelchair closer to herself.

Cheng Xing was still pondering how to navigate this situation when her mother, arms crossed, spoke casually, “Exactly. You saw how good my daughter was to her before the marriage. Even with her poor health, my daughter never looked down on her, treating her like a treasure. Our whole family treated her well—she knows that. But now? She actually pointed a knife at my daughter. Is that how a wife behaves?”

Guan Linmin wasn’t an arrogant person.

Raised with love and care, pampered by her family and later by her husband, she had never faced much hardship. After giving birth to her youngest daughter, she poured all her overflowing love into her, rarely even raising her voice at home. But not long after the marriage, she received a call that her daughter had been rushed to the hospital.

Guan Linmin had been happily playing mahjong with her friends when the call came, forcing her to rush over. At the hospital entrance, she learned that Cheng Xing had been unconscious for an entire night, which made her bl00d boil. Their family hadn’t cared about Jiang Ciyi’s humble background—since their daughter genuinely liked her, they had welcomed her with the highest respect, hoping the couple would love and support each other. And yet, this was the result?!

The more Guan Linmin thought about it, the angrier she became, her tone growing sharper as she slipped into Cantonese: “And she used a scalpel! A tool for cutting up corpses! What did my daughter do to deserve this kind of treatment? Jiang Ciyi, don’t go too far.”

“Look at Jiang Jiang—she’s only been married a few days, and she’s practically wasting away.” Zheng Shuqing said, pointing at Jiang Ciyi in the wheelchair. “Everyone thought it was a match made in heaven, but now? They’re nothing but a bitter couple.”

“Well said. Then let’s get a divorce.” Guan Linmin declared. “This marriage must end.”

“Mom!” Seeing the argument escalate to this point, with Guan Linmin already making decisions for her, Cheng Xing feared that if she didn’t stop her, her mother might drag her to the Civil Affairs Bureau with the household registry to finalize the divorce right then and there. She immediately shouted to halt her.

For some reason, the moment she called out “Mom,” a pang of sadness hit her.

Guan Linmin was nothing like her real mother.

Perhaps the only similarity was their fierce love for their daughters.

But there was no time for Cheng Xing to wallow in sentimentality. She adjusted her emotions and said, “Don’t make decisions for me.”

Guan Linmin froze, switching to Cantonese to ask, “Baby girl, why are you speaking so harshly?”

Cheng Xing: “…?”

She had spoken calmly, without losing her temper.

How was that harsh?

Cheng Xing pursed her lips. “Mom, I need to rest right now. Can you give me some time to think?”

Her tone softened, more respectful.

Guan Linmin’s expression eased slightly. She glanced at Jiang Ciyi and reluctantly said, “Fine.”

Cheng Xing turned to Jiang Ciyi, who sat calmly in her wheelchair, seemingly deaf to the arguments around her, her narrow fox-like eyes glinting with coldness.

“Jiang Ciyi,” Cheng Xing called out.

Though they had never met, calling her name felt strangely familiar, as if she had said it countless times before.

Cheng Xing paused, meeting her gaze directly. “Can we talk, just the two of us?”

Zheng Shuqing immediately stepped in front of Jiang Ciyi protectively. “No way. Who knows what you might do to Jiang Jiang?”

“My daughter has been nothing but good to her—everyone can see that. What bad thing could she possibly do?” Guan Linmin shot back, clearly displeased. “And you, young lady, why are your words so unpleasant? You were a bridesmaid at their wedding, weren’t you? You were crying your eyes out back then, so what’s with this attitude now…?”

“Mom!” Cheng Xing interrupted again, stopping their bickering. “I’m really tired right now.”

Her neck was still bandaged, and turning her head caused a faint ache. The effects of the aphrodisiac had worn off, leaving her senses sharp again, but her entire body felt sluggish with pain.

“Can you all step out for a bit?” Cheng Xing asked gently, trying to negotiate. “I want to handle things with Jiang Ciyi myself.”

Though she hadn’t figured out what to say yet, she needed quiet to think.

Before anyone could respond, Jiang Ciyi’s cold voice cut through. “No need.”

Cheng Xing looked at her, a flicker of hope in her eyes, as if grasping at a lifeline. But Jiang Ciyi said indifferently, “Whenever you’re free, let’s go get the certificate.”

In this yuri novel’s world, same-s3x marriage was legal, and even same-s3x couples could have children through technological means.

Same-s3x marriage laws offered even stronger protections than heterosexual ones.

Cheng Xing had accepted some of this world’s rules, but…

“Don’t you want to hear my opinion?” she asked tentatively.

She wasn’t ready to give up.

She wanted to return to her original world, where her mother and… her enemies awaited.

Cheng Xing hadn’t had time to ask the system for details, but she knew the key to unraveling this lay with Jiang Ciyi.

This marriage couldn’t end.

“You promised me.” Jiang Ciyi said calmly. “We’ll divorce, and you’ll set me free.”

Cheng Xing: “…”

As she spoke, her hand rested on the wheelchair’s armrest, gripping it tightly as if summoning all her strength. The veins on her pale hand stood out, and her entire demeanor seemed unnaturally frail.

Cheng Xing frowned slightly. “Your body… can you even hold on like this?”

“I’m fine,” Jiang Ciyi said, her voice trembling but her posture ramrod straight. “No need for Miss Cheng to worry.”

Cheng Xing’s gaze swept over her—pale lips, beads of sweat at her temples, her body trembling faintly under her apricot-colored shirt. “Your qi and bl00d aren’t…”

Before she could finish saying “sufficient,” Jiang Ciyi’s eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and her body slumped forward.

Cheng Xing’s eyes widened. Without thinking, she yanked the IV needle from her hand and rushed off the bed. Bl00d beaded on her hand and dripped to the floor, but she caught Jiang Ciyi in her arms just as she was about to hit the ground.

“Jiang Ciyi!” Cheng Xing called out anxiously, her fingers already on Jiang Ciyi’s wrist, checking her pulse.

Her pulse was weak and erratic, with signs of yin deficiency, excessive internal heat, and severe qi and bl00d depletion. It was as if someone had been pricking her with needles—nothing about her condition was good.

Yet she still put on such a strong front!

For a moment, Cheng Xing felt a pang of sympathy for her.

Just as she thought Jiang Ciyi had fainted, her eyes fluttered open. Cheng Xing shouted to the stunned onlookers, “Call the doctor!”

Zheng Shuqing rushed out immediately.

Jiang Ciyi’s hand clenched into a fist, as if she were pinching her palm to force herself to stay conscious. Her eyelids drooped like a chick pecking at grain, unable to stay open.

Cheng Xing urged, “Don’t push yourself. You’re only draining your energy…”

Jiang Ciyi cut her off, her voice weak but resolute. “Cheng Xing… this time… I… I won’t fall for… your tricks again.”

Cheng Xing scooped her up. “You don’t have to trust me, but you need to take care of yourself.”

Jiang Ciyi’s arm dangled limply, still refusing to give in, forcing herself to stay upright.

Cheng Xing placed her on the hospital bed, her voice gentle as she soothed, “Even if you want revenge on me, you need to stay alive first. Jiang Ciyi, if you keep going like this, you’ll die.”

After the doctor arrived, Jiang Ciyi underwent a thorough examination, and the results were grim.

Following her car accident, she had undergone multiple surgeries. While still recovering, she suffered the devastating loss of her grandmother, bottling up her grief without telling anyone. Combined with physical and emotional strain, her organs had sustained varying degrees of damage.

The doctor who examined her, coincidentally the same one who performed her surgeries, was a woman in her early forties surnamed Lan.

After stepping out of the room, Dr. Lan removed her mask and patiently told Cheng Xing, “As her wife, you need to pay more attention to her. The police have already spoken to me, saying she’s a rare talent, but her legs are unlikely to fully recover. Even with rehabilitation, she won’t return to her former state. Her mental health is also a serious concern. Spend more time with her, talk to her, and lift her spirits—many illnesses improve with a better mindset.”

Cheng Xing nodded in agreement.

Dr. Lan paused, then added, “Her recent tests show anemia and stomach erosion, likely from prolonged hunger. Has she… developed an eating disorder?”

Cheng Xing: “…”

Damn it.

The original host was truly despicable.

Cheng Xing pressed her lips together and told a small lie. “She’s probably just been too upset to eat properly.”

Dr. Lan gave a few more instructions before leaving. Zheng Shuqing was on the phone nearby, discussing Jiang Ciyi’s condition with someone, while Guan Linmin stayed by Cheng Xing’s side. Hearing the doctor’s words, Guan Linmin frowned. “Xingxing, should we send our family’s nutritionist to help? From what the doctor said, she sounds really sick.”

Cheng Xing shook her head. “No need. I’ll adjust her diet myself.”

Guan Linmin blinked, surprised. “You’ll adjust it? You can cook? Since when did you learn to cook?”

Cheng Xing: “…”

She nearly exposed herself.

The original host was utterly useless in the kitchen, clueless about cooking or even basic grains.

Cheng Xing forced a smile. “I’ll learn from online tutorials. It’s not that hard.”

For someone from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, who could identify herbs with her grandfather by age five, this was no challenge.

Cheng Xing reassured Guan Linmin, downplaying the issue. She admitted she had wronged Jiang Ciyi, pushing her too far, and insisted Jiang Ciyi was actually good-tempered. She explained that they were just a newlywed couple going through an adjustment period. After much talking, her mouth dry, she finally calmed Guan Linmin down and convinced her to leave with the driver. Only then did Cheng Xing breathe a sigh of relief.

After seeing Guan Linmin off, she noticed a health-focused porridge shop nearby. Thinking of Jiang Ciyi’s pulse, she frowned.

She bought a soft steamed bun, some refreshing pickled vegetables, and a bowl of yam porridge for Jiang Ciyi. She also got a bowl of black rice porridge for Zheng Shuqing and a bowl of century egg and vegetable porridge for herself.

After paying with the original host’s phone, she carried the food back to the hospital.

When she returned, Jiang Ciyi had just woken up. Zheng Shuqing was sitting by her bed, peeling an apple. Cheng Xing stood at the door, took a deep breath, then knocked lightly and walked in. She placed the porridge on the table.

Dressed in a hospital gown, she calmly distributed the food without taking credit, then sat quietly to eat her own porridge.

After a day and night of chaos, she was starving, her stomach practically sticking to her spine.

But after just two sips, Zheng Shuqing spoke up. “Cheng Xing, you sure know how to pick.”

Cheng Xing looked up, puzzled. “Huh?”

Zheng Shuqing took a bite of her apple with a crunch. “Jiang Jiang is allergic to yam, and I absolutely hate black rice porridge.”

Cheng Xing pursed her lips, then apologized sincerely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

She handed her phone to Jiang Ciyi. “Order whatever you want with my phone. Stick to stomach-friendly foods—avoid greasy, spicy, or meat-heavy dishes. Millet porridge would be good.”

Her advice came purely from a healer’s perspective.

After speaking, she sat back down to continue eating, only to hear Jiang Ciyi say slowly, “Don’t you hate century eggs and vegetables the most?”

Cheng Xing: “…?”

Before she could come up with an excuse, Jiang Ciyi’s piercing gaze locked onto her.

Her eyes were sharp, like a honed blade cutting straight into Cheng Xing’s soul. With a meaningful tone, she added, “Also, you’re allergic to century eggs.”

As soon as she said it, Cheng Xing felt an itch on her arm. Rolling up her sleeve, she saw her fair skin covered in dense red rashes.