Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 70
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Cheng Xing had never met Su Jiaming face-to-face.
Initially, she had only seen his photo. When her mother sent it to her, she wasn’t impressed and barely glanced at it, responding perfunctorily: [Yeah, looks okay.]
Yet, it was on the day she was supposed to meet Su Jiaming that she died.
The excruciating pain from being struck by the sports car, flung into the air, was something she could never forget, no matter how many times it haunted her midnight dreams. The fear and dread were etched into her bones. She wanted to flee, but her feet felt as if they were filled with lead. In that split second, it was as though her organs had been shattered to pieces.
The reason she recognized his face at first glance was because of the images the system had shown her.
After hiring someone to kill her, Su Jiaming had ingratiated himself with her grandfather, securing the family’s medical codex. With it, he propelled the Su family’s pharmaceutical company to go public, doubling its market value.
Such immense profit for the cost of one life—Cheng Xing’s. What a lucrative deal.
Hatred, shock… a torrent of emotions swirled within her.
Cheng Xing’s expression darkened for a moment.
Xu Jingcheng, usually carefree and boisterous, wasn’t accustomed to such tense situations. Her gaze darted between the two, and she asked with a laugh, “What’s wrong, Miss? Do you know Mr. Su from somewhere?”
“Are you… close with him?” Cheng Xing asked without thinking.
Xu Jingcheng blinked, caught off guard. “We’re alright. Met at a few gatherings.”
Cheng Xing lowered her eyes, trying to rein in her emotions. When she looked up again, she wore a gentle smile. “Sorry, I was rude.”
Her voice, however, still carried a hint of coldness.
Her words managed to diffuse the tense atmosphere for the moment.
With Xu Jingcheng acting as a buffer and Su Jiaming clearly intent on befriending Cheng Xing, he brushed off the awkwardness with a joke. “Looks like I’ve got a common face, huh?”
“Not at all,” Cheng Xing said as she sat down, taking a sip of water to steady herself. “Mr. Su just resembles an old acquaintance of mine.”
Su Jiaming’s smile widened. “Seems like your relationship with that acquaintance wasn’t great.”
Her earlier hostility had been so blatant that even the carefree Xu Jingcheng noticed it. Naturally, it didn’t escape Su Jiaming’s notice either.
Cheng Xing decided to go along with it. “There’s some history.”
“My apologies, then.” Su Jiaming said with a chuckle. “Making Miss Cheng unhappy on our first meeting wasn’t my intention. I’ll punish myself with a drink—though since you’re still tending to a patient at the hospital, I’ll have to make do with coffee instead of wine to apologize.”
Cheng Xing was about to say it wasn’t necessary, but Su Jiaming had already downed his coffee.
Where there are men, there’s always the phrase “substituting tea for wine.”
Men always seem to think alcohol can solve many things.
Perhaps they believe “wine” serves as a convenient excuse for misdeeds or a display of sincerity.
Cheng Xing didn’t comment on his gesture, eager to move past the topic. She ordered a small cake from the waiter. It tasted good, so she asked for another to be packed up.
Considering Jiang Ciyi couldn’t handle overly sweet food, she requested one with only half the sugar.
Xu Jingcheng teased from the side, “Oh, for that pretty lady, huh?”
“Who else could it be?” Cheng Xing replied. “Have you already forgotten her name?”
“No way! Her name’s so nice—Jiang… Jiang…” Xu Jingcheng started confidently but trailed off, stumped.
Cheng Xing calmly supplied, “Jiang Ciyi.”
“Right, right, that’s the one!” Xu Jingcheng scratched her head. “Been staying up late gaming, so my brain’s a bit foggy.”
Cheng Xing didn’t call her out. “Get some sleep earlier, then.”
The conversation shifted easily, but breaking the ice in this setting was still challenging, especially since Cheng Xing was somewhat resistant.
She used the cake as a distraction to avoid engaging with Su Jiaming. After a few attempts, he noticed and directed his conversation solely to Xu Jingcheng.
Xu Jingcheng became the busiest one, mediating between them. Halfway through the small talk, she slapped the table, drawing the attention of half the café.
She waved awkwardly at the onlookers before continuing, “Today’s about introducing you two. Cheng Xing, the third daughter of the Cheng family, the only daughter, actually. She can seem a bit haughty at first, but once you get to know her, she’s pretty great.”
“Su Jiaming, general manager of Lanhe Pharmaceuticals. The company’s set to go public next year. Even now, it’s already made it to the top 500 on the Forbes list.”
Su Jiaming nodded modestly. “You’re too kind.”
Cheng Xing’s pupils constricted slightly at the mention of Lanhe Pharmaceuticals, but she quickly regained her composure.
Lanhe Pharmaceuticals was indeed the name of the Su family’s company.
All signs pointed to this Su Jiaming being the one she knew.
But hadn’t she transmigrated into a book?
How could Su Jiaming be here, in this place?
Curiosity piqued, Cheng Xing casually brought up Jing City, saying she’d never visited and asking if there were any fun places or good food to recommend.
The two, who grew up in Jing City, eagerly shared their recommendations.
Their descriptions matched what Cheng Xing knew, but she couldn’t help wondering: if Su Jiaming was here, what about her mother? And her family’s traditional medicine hall—would they exist in this world too?
Or had she never left her original world, and the setting had merely shifted from Jing City to Jianggang?
Had the system deceived her?
Cheng Xing was startled by her own thoughts, but then she considered that everything she’d found online about this world differed from the one she’d lived in.
It couldn’t all be fake, could it?
Lost in thought, she heard Su Jiaming say, “Miss Cheng, you’ve really never been to Jing City?”
“No,” Cheng Xing replied, snapping out of her reverie and subtly observing his expression.
Su Jiaming displayed the poise and courtesy expected of a Su family heir. He spoke with charm, easily winning Xu Jingcheng over to his side with just a few words.
If this were her first time meeting him, she might have been fooled by his polished exterior.
But she wasn’t.
So, to her, Su Jiaming seemed utterly hypocritical.
“Then you must have a remarkable talent for languages,” Su Jiaming praised. “Your accent has a distinct old Jing City flavor. I thought you’d lived there for a few years.”
Cheng Xing couldn’t reveal the truth. According to the original host’s itinerary, she indeed had never been to Jing City.
She brushed it off casually. “Maybe I picked it up from watching a few TV dramas.”
“That’s still impressive,” Su Jiaming said. “Your first few sentences actually startled me.”
“Why would they startle you?” Cheng Xing’s tone grew serious as she toyed with her now-cold coffee. “Could it be, Mr. Su, that you’ve done something guilty?”
Su Jiaming froze.
The atmosphere, which had just begun to thaw, chilled again. Xu Jingcheng sighed, “Miss.”
Cheng Xing set her coffee down and smiled faintly. “Just kidding.”
Xu Jingcheng rolled her eyes. “That’s not a funny joke. Weren’t we talking about your wife’s illness? Mr. Su mentioned a friend who’s an expert in that area, but he’s currently in Africa and isn’t sure when he’ll be back.”
“Is it traditional Chinese medicine?” Cheng Xing asked.
“Of course,” Xu Jingcheng replied. “Haven’t you already consulted every surgical expert out there? With your resources, Miss Cheng, if all those experts couldn’t cure her, then it’s probably incurable through conventional means. You’ll have to try something unconventional.”
“Not exactly,” Su Jiaming corrected gently. “Traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure passed down from our ancestors. It may not achieve the miraculous bone-restructuring feats of wuxia novels, but it can be remarkably effective for many conditions.”
“Chinese medicine is amazing,” Xu Jingcheng agreed, pursing her lips. “When I was a kid, my stuttering was cured by Dr. Lin. Shame he passed away early, and his skills weren’t passed down. Such a pity.”
Before long, the two were chatting animatedly again.
Eventually, Su Jiaming steered the conversation back to his friend in Africa, describing him less as a friend and more as a mentor-like figure.
He offered to try bringing him back from abroad—it was just a matter of a trip, not too much trouble—but in return, he hoped Cheng Xing could introduce him to Cheng Zijing.
He had business to discuss with Cheng Zijing.
The Cheng family held significant influence in Jianggang, but Cheng Zijing was the one truly involved in medicine-related matters.
Cheng Xing wasn’t surprised by Su Jiaming’s request. Unwilling to play along with his façade, she simply agreed and excused herself, claiming she had other matters to attend to.
After stepping out of the café, she took a deep breath.
Through the glass, Su Jiaming watched her retreating figure, suppressing the strange feeling in his chest, and continued chatting cheerfully with Xu Jingcheng. “Miss Cheng seems quite hung up on that old acquaintance.”
“Probably someone who crossed her,” Xu Jingcheng said, unsure herself. She found mediating between them awkward and decided she wouldn’t take on such thankless tasks again. Still, she was curious. “Logically, who in Jianggang would dare cross her? How could she stay upset for long?”
Su Jiaming shook his head. “It’s fine. Don’t take today to heart.”
“Same to you, Mr. Su.” Xu Jingcheng said. “But please keep my friend’s matter in mind.”
“Of course.”
Cheng Xing knew her emotional reaction had put Xu Jingcheng in a tough spot, so shortly after leaving the café, she sent an apology message.
Xu Jingcheng replied with two bomb emojis. [You jerk, don’t do that again.]
Cheng Xing: [OK, I lost my cool today.]
Xu Jingcheng: [If Su Jiaming hadn’t pointed it out, I wouldn’t have noticed—you really do have a pure Jing City accent.]
Having grown up in Jing City, Cheng Xing naturally carried its accent, though it was less pronounced when she spoke formally. It only slipped out when she was relaxed, her tone lazy. She wasn’t sure how Su Jiaming had picked up on it.
But she couldn’t let on. [I didn’t even send a voice message. How could you tell?]
Xu Jingcheng sent a screenshot circling the word “today” in her message. [Who pauses their sentence there? I could hear it in my head.]
Cheng Xing: [Maybe you’re projecting because you speak that way yourself?]
Xu Jingcheng: […]
Xu Jingcheng: [Not impossible.]
With a few words, Cheng Xing brushed it off and reached Jiang Ciyi’s hospital room.
When she pushed the door open, Jiang Ciyi was engrossed in a book.
The sky was overcast, hinting at impending rain. Jianggang’s winter rains were relentless.
Cheng Xing placed the cake on the table and leaned over to check the page Jiang Ciyi was on—page 90.
Sensing someone nearby, Jiang Ciyi instinctively looked up, nearly bumping into Cheng Xing’s face. She leaned back slightly, swallowing dryly.
Cheng Xing didn’t notice. She tucked Jiang Ciyi’s blanket in and asked if she planned to share this book at the book club. Jiang Ciyi nodded.
“I haven’t decided which book to share,” Cheng Xing said, sitting by the bed. “It’s been a while since I finished a book.”
Except for professional texts.
But she couldn’t exactly discuss Chinese medicine at a book club.
Jiang Ciyi’s neck felt less ticklish now that Cheng Xing’s warm breath wasn’t brushing against it, sparing her the distracting sensation. She said calmly, “Share something you like. You could browse at Banshan Bookstore.”
“Want to come with me?” Cheng Xing asked.
Jiang Ciyi paused, then shook the book in her hand. “I already have a book.”
Cheng Xing pouted, looking a bit displeased. Jiang Ciyi frowned. “Why do you keep wanting me to go with you lately?”
“Without you, I’m scared.” Cheng Xing said.
Jiang Ciyi: “…Scared of what?”
“When you’re out of my sight, I feel uneasy.”
“Why?”
Cheng Xing didn’t explain, instead glancing at Jiang Ciyi’s legs.
Jiang Ciyi understood. Her current hospital stay was the result of being out of Cheng Xing’s sight.
“But you can’t watch me 24/7,” Jiang Ciyi said.
“I can try not to leave you for now,” Cheng Xing said, pausing. “If I could stay with you 24/7, that’d be even better.”
Jiang Ciyi: “…”
Cheng Xing said dejectedly, “Whenever I leave you, I feel like you’ll get hurt. It’s like a curse.”
Jiang Ciyi was momentarily dazed, then asked after a pause, “Are you that afraid of me getting hurt?”
“Of course,” Cheng Xing said. “If you end up in the hospital again because of me, I’d die of guilt.”
Jiang Ciyi hesitated, testing cautiously, “Really?”
“Really.” Cheng Xing felt saying more would dilute the sentiment, so she stopped. “Forget it, read your book. I’ll figure out a way to balance everything.”
She sat to the side, scrolling through her phone.
Jiang Ciyi glanced at her a few times, but she didn’t react.
She seemed like she’d been wronged outside.
“Was the meeting with Xu Jingcheng rough?” Jiang Ciyi asked.
Cheng Xing looked up. “How’d you know?”
Realizing her words had caused the room’s atmosphere to stiffen, she smiled gently and teased, “A’Ci, are you a mind reader or something?”
The metaphor made Jiang Ciyi frown. “No better descriptors?”
“Hmm?” Cheng Xing rubbed her nose. “Then, maybe a master strategist fairy?”
Jiang Ciyi said seriously, “You’re only half right.”
“What?” Cheng Xing asked.
Given Jiang Ciyi’s low-key nature, Cheng Xing assumed she disliked the “fairy” part, so she tested, “Master strategist?”
“No,” Jiang Ciyi said coolly. “Fairy.”
Cheng Xing: “?”
Fine.
A cold-faced fairy is still a fairy.
Cheng Xing couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Didn’t expect you to make a funny joke.”
“When you tell enough jokes, one’s bound to land.”
“Congrats, Fairy A’Ci. Want a reward?”
Jiang Ciyi thought for a moment, then softly hummed, “Give me a kiss, is that okay~~~ A kiss~~ oh oh~~”
She didn’t remember the lyrics, and her tune was off, just humming randomly.
Cheng Xing froze. “You serious?”
Seeing her get serious, Jiang Ciyi paused, stopping her humming. “Of course…”
Before she could say “not,” Cheng Xing leaned in and kissed the corner of her lips.
A fleeting, dragonfly-like kiss, with her eyes closed.
Jiang Ciyi froze on the bed, pursing her lips.
Cheng Xing sat back, pretending nothing happened, casually licking her lips and singing along, “Give me a kiss, is that okay, a kiss on my heart, so I’ll miss you~~”
Her voice was gentler than Jiang Ciyi’s, soothing like a spring breeze.
It took Jiang Ciyi a while to snap out of it. By then, Cheng Xing had sung half the song.
Jiang Ciyi looked at her. “What… was that about?”
Her tone was cold, laced with confusion and wariness.
Cheng Xing’s singing stopped abruptly. “Satisfying you, and satisfying me.”
“…”
“What kind of satisfaction are you talking about?” Jiang Ciyi asked.
Cheng Xing hadn’t expected her to dissect the issue so openly, leaving her squirming with embarrassment.
It was probably just hormones acting up, right?
She was a young woman with normal desires… and seeing Su Jiaming had put her in a foul mood. Even after reassuring herself, the feeling lingered. When Jiang Ciyi said that, she acted on impulse and kissed her.
She’d hoped to brush it off, like the time in the car.
But Jiang Ciyi wasn’t letting it go.
“Just that kind of satisfaction,” Cheng Xing said. “Wasn’t that your request?”
“It was a joke,” Jiang Ciyi said. “Weren’t we joking?”
“Who jokes about stuff like that?” Cheng Xing touched her neck awkwardly, avoiding Jiang Ciyi’s intense gaze.
“I was going to say ‘of course not,’” Jiang Ciyi explained. “You didn’t let me finish.”
“I thought you said ‘of course,’ so I kissed you,” Cheng Xing said. “If I said, ‘Let’s do it tonight,’ and then stripped, only to say I was joking, would that be reasonable?”
“Do?” Jiang Ciyi asked, surprised. “Do what?”
Cheng Xing’s face flushed. She realized this wasn’t the place for such talk, but the conversation had spiraled.
And Jiang Ciyi kept pressing.
What did she even know? Her knowledge was a mishmash from TV dramas and novels.
Now backed into a corner, Cheng Xing said flatly, “What else? Making love.”
The last part came out through gritted teeth.
Jiang Ciyi let out a cool “oh.” “I think it’s reasonable. I wouldn’t strip just because you said that, nor would I casually accept such an invitation.”
“…?”
Well played.
Cheng Xing gave up. “Fine, I kissed you. What now? Want to kiss me back?”
Jiang Ciyi stared at her, her cool eyes holding emotions Cheng Xing couldn’t decipher. Her pursed lips seemed to suppress a smile.
But she only said calmly, “Come here.”
Cheng Xing: “…?”
No way.
She was joking.
“I… was kidding,” Cheng Xing tried to explain, but Jiang Ciyi cut her off. “Come here.”
Cheng Xing: “.”
Unable to resist, she complied.
As she leaned in, her pursed lips relaxed, their pale color suddenly blooming with vibrancy, like a vivid flower bursting with juice.
Jiang Ciyi was close, her breath grazing Cheng Xing’s chin, making her skin tingle and her heart race.
Cheng Xing licked her lips, struggling. “You’re not actually going to kiss me, right? That’s a bad deal…”
Jiang Ciyi hummed in agreement.
“…”
Nearly a minute passed with no movement. Cheng Xing, tired of holding the pose, coughed lightly and tried again. “How about you just kiss me and get it over with?”
Better to end this torture quickly.
Jiang Ciyi suddenly leaned closer, her lips almost touching Cheng Xing’s, then parted slightly to whisper, “In your dreams.”
Cheng Xing: “?”
With that, she pushed Cheng Xing’s chest, sending her back onto the chair. It took Cheng Xing a while to recover.
When she did, Jiang Ciyi had returned to normal, saying calmly, “Just kidding, Xingxing.”
Cheng Xing wanted to be mad, but the nickname melted her anger. She rubbed her chest, feeling a strange ache. “Don’t make jokes like that with anyone else.”
The unfamiliar ache stemmed from her heart, racing then calming, leaving a sour, tender pain mixed with tension.
It was an emotion Cheng Xing couldn’t quite grasp.
Jiang Ciyi: “Oh. Not like anyone else comes back with a long face, time and again.”
Cheng Xing: “…”
Yesterday, after learning she wasn’t the Cheng family’s biological daughter, Cheng Xing had felt a pang of loss.
When she first arrived here, she hadn’t seen Guan Linmin and the others as family. But after spending so much time together, she’d grown fond of their personalities. Learning Xu Zhaozhao was the real Cheng daughter stung.
She’d thought she hid it well, chatting with Jiang Ciyi, watching the rain. That night, when Jiang Ciyi flinched at two thunderclaps, Cheng Xing stayed by her bedside, holding her hand, warming it, and tucking it under the blanket until she slept soundly. Only then did Cheng Xing sleep on a small cot nearby.
Initially, she’d accepted the role of the useless third Cheng daughter, whose wealth enabled her misdeeds.
Now, even that privileged status was gone.
In the original story, the host died as the Cheng family’s heiress.
Her arrival had shifted events, altered timelines, and even changed her identity.
People who shouldn’t have appeared, like Su Jiaming, were here.
Cheng Xing yearned to confirm if her family existed in this world.
With her heart heavy, it was hard to feign innocence, especially under Jiang Ciyi’s sharp gaze.
“I’m not the Cheng family’s heiress,” Cheng Xing said, smiling at her. “A’Ci, looks like you’ll have to eat dirt with me. What do we do?”
Cheng Xing shrugged. “How about I hold a bowl, you bang a gong, and we go beg?”
“That bad, huh?” Jiang Ciyi frowned. “I don’t know any performing arts.”
“Then what do you know?” Cheng Xing asked.
Jiang Ciyi: “Dissection.”
“…”
“Not much else besides the gore,” Cheng Xing said. “But what if you could earn a hefty salary at a police station or lab and support me?”
Jiang Ciyi considered it. “What could you do for me?”
“Massages, treating your legs, keeping you happy,” Cheng Xing paused. “And fulfilling your requests, like… kissing you.”
Jiang Ciyi: “…”
“Like keeping a pet?” Jiang Ciyi asked.
“Not quite. I’m way more obedient than a pet,” Cheng Xing boasted. “Tell me to go east, I won’t go west. Tell me to head south, I won’t stray north. If you like cats or dogs, I’ll even feed them for you.”
“And if I like someone else?”
“Then I’d…” Cheng Xing’s words halted. She turned to Jiang Ciyi. “Since when do you have someone you like?”
Jiang Ciyi chuckled lightly. “I thought you’d say, since I’m about to be broke, I should hurry up and marry someone else.”
“My question is, when did you get someone you like?” Cheng Xing felt a dull pain, like a favorite toy about to be taken away. “Who? Shen Qingxue?”
Jiang Ciyi frowned. “Why would I like her?”
Cheng Xing gave a bitter smile. “Who knows?”
Jiang Ciyi looked at her. “Cheng Xing, do you know something?”
“Like what?” Cheng Xing countered.
“Like how I’ll definitely divorce you.”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“What if I change my mind?”
“…”
After a long pause, Cheng Xing leaned on the bed, Jiang Ciyi’s hand resting on her head.
Cheng Xing’s voice was muffled. “A’Ci, one day you’ll fall for someone else.”
Falling for Shen Qingxue is your fate.
Just like Xu Zhaozhao will inevitably kidnap you.