Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 9
9
In the past, Cheng Xing was like a vibrant butterfly flitting through flowers, always striving to be the most dazzling presence in any crowd. Whenever she came to a place like this, she’d arrive with a entourage, quickly blending in with everyone.
But today, she was restrained and subdued. Unlike her usual heavily made-up self, she wore no foundation, her face pale and bare, dressed in a hospital gown, exuding a delicate, almost fragile charm, like a small white flower.
Her golden hair, however, undermined that innocent vibe.
Still, she had casually clipped it up with a shark clip, giving her a lazy, effortless look. Her eyes, calm and gentle, were a stark contrast to the old Cheng Xing.
Xu Congshi had been discreetly observing her from the moment she got out of the car. She immediately sensed something was off but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
It was only while texting Jiang Ciyi that she figured it out—it was her demeanor.
Everything can be faked, but the eyes don’t lie.
Jiang Ciyi texted back: [Yeah, I feel it too.]
Xu Congshi was still puzzled: [Why did you ask me to watch her race? This kind of scene is so boring.]
Jiang Ciyi: [Just joining in the fun.]
Xu Congshi sighed in the noisy crowd, holding the phone to her ear. “Junior Jiang, do you know how precious my time is? In this one hour, I could’ve completed another set of data.”
Jiang Ciyi: [Thanks, Senior. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime.]
Seeing the words “Senior” on the screen, Xu Congshi’s expression softened, a slight smile tugging at her lips as she casually replied: [At least you’ve got a conscience.]
Pushing her luck, she added: [And don’t forget to offer me tea as a sign of respect.]
Jiang Ciyi: […Fine.]
Xu Congshi didn’t hesitate and called her via video chat. Jiang Ciyi hung up at first, saying it wasn’t convenient.
Xu Congshi immediately guessed it was because of her leg. Jiang Ciyi, with her strong sense of pride, couldn’t bear to reveal her vulnerabilities to old acquaintances. So Xu Congshi calmly texted: [Point the camera at the ceiling, and I’ll livestream the scene for you.]
Only then did Jiang Ciyi call back.
Meanwhile, Cheng Xing was fully focused, sitting in the car. She had always been naturally talented at everything, including driving.
When she got her driver’s license, she passed on her first try with minimal practice.
Right after starting college, her family bought her a 50,000-yuan second-hand car for commuting. She drove it for years, patching it up as it fell apart. By this year, the little car was barely holding together, and her family was discussing getting her a new one.
But she never imagined she’d end up here, driving a Lamborghini.
Xu Jingcheng’s car was specially modified, its engine roaring with a single press of the gas pedal, exuding a sense of lightning speed even before it moved. In contrast, the Lamborghini Cheng Xing drove was just an ordinary luxury car.
Cheng Xing glanced sideways through the window at Xu Jingcheng, who sat in her car with a carefree, unrestrained air. Cheng Xing’s heart remained calm, undisturbed.
With a loud bang, a flamboyantly dressed woman waved the flag in her hand, and both cars shot past the starting line, racing forward.
Wangqingshan was a popular racing spot among Jianggang’s rich kids precisely because the mountains here were steep and treacherous. Over the years, many had lost their lives racing here.
But the more dangerous it was, the more excited these people became, as if they had no fear of death.
Cheng Xing couldn’t understand the mindset of these second-generation rich kids. But now, sitting in the car, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, she didn’t slow down even on the winding curves. The tires practically sparked, yet she pressed forward with unwavering determination.
There was no heart-pounding thrill as she’d imagined. Instead, it felt like a reckless gamble, as if she were betting her life on it.
Some people loved to throw away thousands in dazzling casinos, while others could only put themselves on the line.
A fire burned silently in Cheng Xing’s heart.
The road ahead didn’t seem winding and treacherous—it felt like a straight, open path.
It was the grand avenue she was meant to walk unobstructed.
But her family had fallen apart, and now she’d been thrown into this broken world to complete a mission.
She was unwilling! She was angry!
But she had grown accustomed to calm, no longer used to showing her emotions.
That didn’t mean she felt nothing.
The car sped like lightning through the mountain roads. After what felt like an eternity, she saw the red finish line and the crowd gathered on both sides.
With one press of the accelerator, the engine roared, and the bright yellow car shot forward like an arrow.
The car crossed the finish line, and Cheng Xing gently pressed the brake, gliding several hundred meters before stopping.
She removed her gear and got out of the car. The fire in her heart had gone out.
Checking the results, she found she had won.
Xu Jingcheng frowned at her. “Cheng Xing, are you trying to get yourself killed? Driving that fast?”
“I had the home-field advantage.” Cheng Xing replied gently, giving Xu Jingcheng face. “If this were in Jing City, I’m sure Miss Xu would’ve won today.”
Xu Jingcheng laughed, pleased, and tried to sling an arm around Cheng Xing’s shoulder, but Cheng Xing subtly dodged.
Xu Jingcheng didn’t seem embarrassed and shrugged. “I didn’t expect you to be this capable. Let’s call this race a way to make friends.”
Cheng Xing nodded. “That’s my honor.”
“Come on,” Xu Jingcheng said, looking at her approvingly. “I used to think you were arrogant, but now I see you’ve got real skill. To play this game, you need the guts to risk your life. Too bad I don’t have that.”
Cheng Xing’s lips twitched into a bitter smile, quickly replaced by her usual gentle one. “Miss Xu doesn’t need to risk her life for a game. No matter what, staying alive is always the most important thing.”
Xu Jingcheng raised a hand. “Alright, let’s add each other on WeChat. From now on, call me Orange or CC. Our bet still stands—three requests. Also, when you come to Jing City, give me a heads-up, and I’ll make sure you have a blast.”
Cheng Xing took out her phone, scanned the QR code, and added her on WeChat.
Xu Jingcheng suggested gathering everyone for dinner and karaoke, but Cheng Xing shook her head, declining politely. She said if she returned to the hospital too late, the nurses would notice her absence during rounds and call her mother to complain. She didn’t want to deal with her mother’s nagging.
Xu Jingcheng didn’t press her, saying she’d visit her at the hospital later and check in on her “beautiful wife” too.
Cheng Xing got into her car and drove off.
When people greeted her, she only nodded reservedly, keeping her distance.
After she left, some whispered among themselves, wondering if she’d been shaken up recently and was now taking the “good girl” route.
Someone laughed and teased, “Have you ever seen a ‘good girl’ race like she’s got a death wish? The way she drove just now, one wrong move and she’d be dead. That racing style—it’s like she’s a completely different person from before.”
Cheng Xing didn’t hear their gossip. After driving down the mountain, her nerves were still on edge.
When she reached the hospital, instead of going upstairs, she sat on a bench to cool off, her legs still trembling.
After a while, she stood up, intending to return to her room, when she noticed a bookstore with a glowing sign that read “Floating Life Bookstore,” its name poetic and refined.
Letting out a soft breath, she walked in as if guided by instinct.
By the time she returned to the hospital, the nurses at the station had changed shifts, replaced by unfamiliar faces.
She went straight to her room. The lights were dim, but she could still make out the iconic silver wheelchair by the bed and the woman curled up under the covers.
Cheng Xing walked over slowly, placing the book she’d bought on the bedside table, then sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
She hadn’t yet recovered from the race.
Suddenly, Jiang Ciyi’s cool voice broke the silence. “Nine o’clock tomorrow morning. Don’t oversleep.”
Cheng Xing was startled. “You’re not asleep?”
Jiang Ciyi shifted to lie flat, her long lashes fluttering. “You woke me up.”
“Sorry.” Cheng Xing apologized, standing to turn off the bedside lamp. But as she stood, a wave of dizziness hit her, the room spinning. A surge of nausea followed, and she rushed to the bathroom.
The delayed reaction had her hunched over the toilet, vomiting until she felt the world was spinning, nearly emptying her stomach of bile.
After what felt like forever, someone lightly tapped her shoulder. She turned her head.
Jiang Ciyi, sitting in her wheelchair, looked at her with an expressionless face, her eyes cold as frost. But she held out a cup of hot water to her.