Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 87

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The next morning, Cheng Xing removed Liu Ning from her blacklist and sent her a message asking if she could arrange a gathering.

Liu Ning initially thought Cheng Xing was messing with her, but then she was overjoyed: [You’ve finally come around?]

Cheng Xing replied indifferently: [Yeah.]

Liu Ning: [Su Manchun’s return has really had quite an impact on you, hasn’t it?]

Cheng Xing didn’t respond.

Her only goal was to use Liu Ning to get Lu Qi to come out. The grievances Jiang Ciyi had suffered could not be in vain.

To her surprise, Liu Ning continued: [But I heard you haven’t contacted Su Manchun. A lot of people have seen her drowning her sorrows at Shanyue Bar for days.]

Cheng Xing ignored the comment and got straight to the point: [I want to see Lu Qi.]

Liu Ning said it was a perfect coincidence—Cheng Xing was looking for Lu Qi, and Lu Qi was also looking for Cheng Xing.

Lu Qi had acquired a beautiful foal at the city’s most famous horse ranch and was planning to throw a party to spread the news of her return to the country.

Many people had already received invitations and would be attending the event at the ranch that weekend.

Lu Qi had also asked Liu Ning to pass the message to Cheng Xing, preferably getting her to bring Jiang Ciyi along to the banquet. She even specifically instructed Liu Ning to mention that Su Manchun would also be attending.

Liu Ning had been racking her brain over how to invite Cheng Xing, but now Cheng Xing had come to her.

After getting the time and place, Cheng Xing promptly blocked Liu Ning again.

The image of Jiang Ciyi curling her toes in the night lingered in Cheng Xing’s mind.

This couldn’t be delayed. After breakfast, Cheng Xing asked Jiang Ciyi to take the day off, wanting to take her to the hospital for a thorough check-up.

Jiang Ciyi thought something was wrong with her body, though she didn’t feel anything herself.

Cheng Xing didn’t want to get her hopes up only to disappoint her again like last time, so she casually made an excuse about it being a routine check-up.

Though Jiang Ciyi was skeptical, she still informed Xu Congshi.

Before heading out, Cheng Xing glanced at the weather outside. Already standing at the door, she turned back, rummaged through the closet, and pulled out a light-colored hat for Jiang Ciyi to wear.

“It’s getting windy,” Cheng Xing said.

Jiang Ciyi adjusted the brim of the hat, muttering under her breath, “We’re taking the car; it’s not like the wind will blow.”

“It’s cold out,” Cheng Xing said, adjusting the hat’s height. “This looks good on you.”

“You mean I don’t look good normally?” Jiang Ciyi tilted her head slightly, squinting at her.

The faint sunlight cast a soft glow, and Cheng Xing smiled helplessly. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Jiang Ciyi chuckled. “Fine, I’ll let you off.”

“Thanks?” Cheng Xing mimicked her, raising an eyebrow.

Jiang Ciyi shrugged and let out a soft hum.

Cheng Xing took Jiang Ciyi to the same high-end private hospital as last time, where comprehensive check-ups could be done without appointments or waiting in line.

In less than two hours, the results were ready.

The scans showed that Jiang Ciyi’s leg bones were healing well, much better than during her last visit.

Standing up was only a matter of time.

After showing the doctor the video from the previous night, the doctor suggested Jiang Ciyi could try standing. At first, she might not have much strength, but there would be significant progress over time.

The doctor also recommended enrolling in a rehabilitation program with one-on-one assistance from a therapist.

When Cheng Xing asked for recommendations, the doctor hesitated before handing her a business card.

The hospital didn’t allow doctors to make private recommendations, but the doctor said this therapist was well-known in rehabilitation circles, with strict rules and often a long waitlist for appointments. Mentioning the doctor’s name might help them get priority, so he gave them the card.

Cheng Xing contacted the therapist immediately, and as expected, their schedule was fully booked.

However, they offered to squeeze in an extra morning slot.

Cheng Xing eagerly signed up.

Seeing progress in something she’d been working toward felt like glimpsing dawn in the darkness.

Cheng Xing’s heart felt a little lighter.

Before leaving the hospital, Jiang Ciyi said she needed to use the restroom. Cheng Xing wheeled her to the restroom entrance and waited outside.

After using the restroom, Jiang Ciyi was washing her hands at the sink when she felt a gaze on her. Turning her head, she locked eyes with a pair of striking eyes.

The other person quickly looked away.

They were wearing a black cap and a mask, revealing only their eyes.

But Jiang Ciyi’s mind instantly identified the owner of those eyes—Luo Xi.

Running into Luo Xi at the hospital wasn’t a good sign.

The last time she saw Luo Xi, she was with Qin Shuang at the old lady’s funeral, so it wasn’t surprising that Luo Xi might be here to see Qin Shuang.

Then Jiang Ciyi remembered that Qin Shuang had been temporarily called in for her surgery and didn’t work at this hospital.

Warm water flowed over her fingers as thoughts swirled in Jiang Ciyi’s mind.

Luo Xi, meanwhile, seemed focused on washing her hands, not looking at her again.

The probing gaze from earlier felt like it might have been Jiang Ciyi’s imagination.

After washing her hands, Jiang Ciyi turned off the faucet and maneuvered her wheelchair out.

As soon as she exited, Cheng Xing came up, took her hand, and asked if there was any restaurant she wanted to go to, suggesting they eat out today.

Preoccupied, Jiang Ciyi only half-heard Cheng Xing’s words. It wasn’t until Cheng Xing waved a hand in front of her face that she snapped out of it. “What are you thinking about?”

Jiang Ciyi instinctively glanced back.

In the corridor, another figure stood—Luo Xi, with her cap pulled low, turning to walk in the opposite direction, leaving only her back visible.

Jiang Ciyi’s voice grew heavy. “It’s nothing.”

“What’s wrong?” Cheng Xing asked. “Why do you seem upset after a trip to the restroom?”

“It’s fine.” Jiang Ciyi said.

“Is it because of Luo Xi?” Cheng Xing asked.

Jiang Ciyi frowned. “You saw her?”

“With her height, it’s hard not to.” Cheng Xing laughed. “Besides, who covers up that much in a hospital? She’s easy to spot.”

Jiang Ciyi didn’t say anything.

Cheng Xing was puzzled. “Do you have some kind of grudge with her?”

“No,” Jiang Ciyi shook her head. “It’s not about her.”

But Cheng Xing, perceptive as ever, noticed something was off. Her gentle eyes locked onto Jiang Ciyi, as if she wouldn’t let her leave without an explanation.

Jiang Ciyi lowered her head and made up an excuse. “After using the restroom, getting on and off the toilet was a bit tough, so I’m feeling a bit down.”

Cheng Xing comforted her. “You’ll be standing again soon.”

Jiang Ciyi gave a bitter smile. “I hope so.”

At the end of the hospital corridor, Luo Xi stood by a window.

Light and shadow fell on her, even her fluttering hair looking beautiful.

Qin Shuang stood a short distance away, took out her phone, and snapped a photo.

As if sensing it, Luo Xi turned around just then.

The image froze on her turning.

Qin Shuang put away her phone and walked over. “Done talking?”

“Yeah.” Luo Xi replied softly, her mood low.

“Did you get your medication?” Qin Shuang asked.

Luo Xi shook her head. “I still have some at home.”

“The last prescription was for a month’s supply. How do you still have some?” Qin Shuang paused, her tone turning stern. “You haven’t been taking it properly.”

“It makes me really sleepy,” Luo Xi’s muffled voice came through the mask. “I have a heavy filming schedule this month, so I’ve been taking less.”

She only took it when her emotions were truly overwhelming.

“I knew letting you go to that funeral would trigger you. I should’ve stopped you…” Qin Shuang said coldly, but Luo Xi interrupted with a smile. “Don’t say that. Without President Ji, I wouldn’t be a star now.”

Her life might have been as fleeting as grass, drifting aimlessly.

So she couldn’t blame someone who was gone.

It was her own fragility.

Luo Xi lowered her eyes. “I just saw her.”

She didn’t say the name, but Qin Shuang immediately guessed. “Cheng Xing?”

While Luo Xi was at her psychiatric appointment, Qin Shuang had been chatting with an old friend.

She’d learned that Jiang Ciyi was at the hospital today, which meant Cheng Xing was there too.

Qin Shuang grew nervous. “Your condition…”

“It’s fine,” Luo Xi said. “I just saw the doctor. Do I look like something’s wrong?”

Qin Shuang studied her for a moment, then shook her head. “Still, you should avoid running into her in the future.”

“Ah Shuang, why is it that some people can hurt others and still live so freely?” Luo Xi said sadly. “Growing up, I was taught that good people get rewarded, but bad people can just put down the knife and become saints. She’s still the dazzling young miss, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t reach her level.”

“Xixi” Qin Shuang called softly.

Luo Xi wiped her eyes, pulling her thoughts back. “I’m fine.”

She added, “Her wife is pretty.”

But her happiness was too glaring.

Soon, the weekend arrived. That morning, Cheng Xing took Jiang Ciyi to the therapist’s studio.

Rehabilitation couldn’t be rushed. At first, Jiang Ciyi couldn’t stand at all, but after falling twice, her legs suddenly gained some strength.

Each time she fell, Cheng Xing could only watch from the side. Instinctively stepping forward to help, she was stopped by the therapist.

Jiang Ciyi’s leg nerves were gradually recovering. Initially, only her toes could sense temperature and touch.

Slowly, the tops of her feet began to feel sensation too.

After discussing with the doctor, Cheng Xing had Jiang Ciyi soak in medicinal baths for three days.

Jiang Ciyi jokingly complained that she smelled like Chinese herbs.

But the results were noticeable.

With the medicinal baths, acupuncture, and massages, Jiang Ciyi’s calves could start bearing some weight.

When she tried to stand, it felt like using someone else’s limbs, but gradually, she could sense small movements.

Even though standing was painful and falling hurt too, the thought of standing again made it bearable.

After the rehabilitation session, Cheng Xing took Jiang Ciyi back to Tinglan Mansion and went alone to Lu Qi’s event.

The suburban horse ranch was extravagantly built, sprawling over thousands of acres, rumored to be backed by the Gu family.

Many in their circle came here to spend money just for that connection.

Buying a foal here was more complicated than purchasing luxury goods, with a minimum 1:2 allocation ratio. You had to buy useless accessories like saddles, and even then, you might not get the horse you wanted.

Riding an ordinary horse at the ranch cost six figures per visit.

Lu Qi, fresh from returning to the country, was throwing this lavish party, likely to show off.

That wasn’t important.

What mattered was that Cheng Xing was there to stir things up.

As soon as she arrived, Liu Ning approached, grumbling, “Why did you block me again? I thought you weren’t coming today.”

Having seen Cheng Xing’s mood swings lately, Liu Ning’s tone wasn’t as bold as before. When Cheng Xing didn’t respond, she quieted down.

Cheng Xing walked straight to Lu Qi, who was socializing, and gave her a smile. “We meet again, Lu Qi.”

Her tone was chilling, startling the person Lu Qi was talking to. Realizing this was a clash of titans, they quickly stepped aside.

Lu Qi extended a “friendly” hand. “We meet again, Cheng Xing.”

When they shook hands, Cheng Xing didn’t hold back, gripping as if it were a contest.

It felt like she might crush Lu Qi’s bones.

Lu Qi didn’t back down, but her usual indulgence in drinking and partying left her no match for Cheng Xing’s strength.

The pain she caused Cheng Xing was negligible.

After a moment, Lu Qi gritted her teeth. “Are you here to pick a fight today?”

Cheng Xing smiled. “How could I?”

She enunciated each word: “I’m here to wreck it.”