The Female Lead Wants Me to Take My Medicine [Quick Transmigration] 3

Chapter 3: The Young Miss in the Wheelchair 3

This should have been a good thing for Cheng Zhishu, but the situation now included a Xi Congshuang.

Xi Congshuang, an outsider to the story, suddenly had a bad premonition. She continued reading, and then fell into a deep silence.

In the story, the original Xi Congshuang used the excuse that the previous caregiver was incompetent to keep Cheng Zhishu by her side. Because Cheng Zhishu was silent and tolerant, Xi Congshuang vented all her foul temper on her.

At first, it was just verbal taunts. Cheng Zhishu had been accustomed to similar words since childhood and felt they lacked the punch of her adoptive parents’ insults; they were painless and harmless, so she ignored them.

Unexpectedly, this submissive attitude enraged Xi Congshuang, who then intensified her abuse. It later escalated to physical conflict. Whenever she was displeased, she would throw a water cup at Cheng Zhishu and forbid her from dodging, otherwise, there would be even more severe punishment.

By this point, it was already impossible for Cheng Zhishu to leave. She knew very well that she had no chance of leaving until the young miss had had her fill of torment.

After entering her final year of high school, Cheng Zhishu’s academic workload became even heavier, and she returned home later and later. Xi Congshuang then set a curfew for Cheng Zhishu, punishing her if she was late by even a single minute.

Any part of her skin not covered by clothes bore the scars from the various objects Xi Congshuang had thrown at her.

Having lost her legs, she had become world-weary and violent, not only because she had lost the ability to walk, but also because she had lost her eligibility to compete for the position of heir to the Xi Corporation.

She felt she was pitiful, having lost her parents and everything else. On what grounds could Cheng Zhishu still live in peace?

Because Cheng Zhishu was one minute late returning from a pre-exam class dinner, on the day of the college entrance exam, Xi Congshuang stole her ID card, yet said to Cheng Zhishu, for the first time ever, “Do well on your exam.”

Cheng Zhishu was in a hurry to leave and, in her anxiety, didn’t notice Xi Congshuang’s attitude until she arrived at the examination site and discovered her ID card was missing.

Reading this, Xi Congshuang was so angry she almost stood up. Of all the things in the world, how could someone sabotage a student’s college entrance exam?

Fortunately, the ID card could be reissued, and Cheng Zhishu successfully completed the exam. However, after the exam was over, the driver sent by Xi Congshuang failed to pick her up.

Cheng Zhishu had vanished. She had blended into the crowd and disappeared without a trace. No one knew where she had gone.

Unable to find her, Xi Congshuang had no choice but to give up. She never imagined that she would see her again ten years later.

To avoid Xi Congshuang all these years, Cheng Zhishu had stayed abroad. She later returned to the country, successful and famous, transformed into the unapproachable CEO Cheng.

No one expected that Cheng Zhishu’s purpose in returning was simple—to destroy the Xi family, and to destroy Xi Congshuang.

And she did indeed succeed. The Xi family went bankrupt, and Xi Congshuang died a miserable death.

Everything Cheng Zhishu hated ceased to exist.

After finishing the story, Xi Congshuang let out a cold laugh. “This is what you call the identity with the deepest connection?”

From an outsider’s perspective, Xi Congshuang didn’t think the heroine had done anything wrong.

Xi Congshuang continued, “Besides, where’s the ‘collapse’? She took revenge on her enemies and settled her grievances. Isn’t it perfectly normal to heal the shadows of a lifetime with the bankruptcy and death of her tormentor?”

“…”

The red apple argued righteously, “The heroine became successful and famous, possessing countless riches, yet she still remembered to come back and take revenge on you. If that’s not the deepest connection, then what is?”

“The heroine was supposed to be powerful, omnipotent, standing alone at the pinnacle of the world, lonely at the top. But for the sake of revenge, she engaged in corporate monopoly and even personally killed Xi Congshuang, which naturally landed her in jail.”

Xi Congshuang: “…Jail?”

“Of course. In this world, if you break the law, you go to jail.” The red apple’s tone was serious. “If it weren’t for Xi Congshuang’s persecution, would there be the ruthless Cheng Zhishu later on?”

“So how is she not collapsed?”

“Where in the world is there a heroine who goes to jail?”

“If this isn’t a collapse, what is?”

“…” Heh.

Xi Congshuang continued to sneer, slamming her hands against the wheelchair beside the bed. “Have you considered that my current identity is a disabled person?”

“I’m a complete wreck myself, what the hell am I supposed to be saving?”

“Then what about me? Who’s going to save me, to heal me?”

This red apple, with its wings and glib tongue, turned out to be an unreliable HR representative.

The red apple was at a loss for words, finally managing to squeeze out, “Work hard, little girl! I believe in you!”

With that, it flapped its wings and vanished.

That thing came and went as it pleased, and Xi Congshuang could do nothing about it. She had no choice but to turn off the light and go to sleep.

The next day, the caregiver arrived at the door again, her heart tense.

Xi Congshuang was like a blind box every day. No one who met her knew which version of Xi Congshuang they would get.

Occasionally, she would be in a peaceful mood, like yesterday, when she would ask to go out for a walk and get some sun. But this was a “hidden model.”

Unboxing the hidden model Xi Congshuang one day was often followed by the side effect of her mood hitting rock bottom the next.

When the caregiver first arrived, she had once thought Xi Congshuang had finally come to her senses, but life taught her a harsh lesson.

After learning the hard way, and then learning the hard way again, and again, the caregiver had finally had her fill of lessons and learned her lesson for good.

After taking half a minute for mental preparation, she raised her hand and knocked.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

After just the first knock, a response came from inside the room. “Come in.”

The caregiver cautiously pressed the doorknob. Unexpectedly, the room was bright. The curtains were wide open, and the morning sun streamed in.

She stood at the door, unconcealed surprise on her face.

To make life more convenient for Xi Congshuang, this room had been fully converted into a smart home. The curtains were naturally opened by Xi Congshuang herself, but she had never liked opening them before.

It was said that the day of Xi Congshuang’s car accident had been a very sunny day.

The person on the bed said, “Zheng Momo?”

After fiddling with her phone all night, Xi Congshuang had matched the face before her with a name in her contacts.

“Miss Xi, you want to wash up, right? I’ll go prepare now.” Zheng Momo responded and turned to get the necessary items.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the electric wheelchair starting up. She quickly peeked out and saw Xi Congshuang maneuvering the wheelchair toward her. She subconsciously stepped aside.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the vanity mirror. Xi Congshuang had spent the previous night practicing, familiarizing herself with the wheelchair’s controls.

She could now skillfully operate the wheelchair at high speeds, but due to the limited space in the room, it wasn’t a good opportunity to show off.

Xi Congshuang was quite satisfied with this transmigration. She had never had such good conditions before.

When she was seriously ill, Xi Congshuang’s body was extremely weak, and the nurses wouldn’t even let her go outside. Even when she was in a wheelchair, it was only for medical examinations.

Later, she couldn’t even sit in a wheelchair and had to be pushed around lying on a transfer gurney.

Xi Congshuang reached for the toothbrush in Zheng Momo’s hand. “I want to try doing it myself.”

“Ah, okay.” Zheng Momo’s job was to help patients with rehabilitation and establish their own living habits. She naturally handed the toothbrush to Xi Congshuang.

This room had been renovated before Xi Congshuang moved in. The height of all the furniture was built to a level she could comfortably use. She only needed to sit in her wheelchair to easily handle basic hygiene.

After hanging the towel on the rack, Xi Congshuang turned to Zheng Momo and said, “I can take care of myself now. You don’t need to provide such close personal care in the future. Right now, I’d like to handle my personal needs by myself. Could you please step outside and wait for a moment?”

Not quite knowing why she was already outside the door, Zheng Momo heard the door click shut. “Huh?”

A few seconds later, Zheng Momo, having processed what happened, clenched her fist.

Excellent, the cooldown on the hidden model Xi Congshuang isn’t over yet!

After breakfast, Xi Congshuang, as usual, asked Zheng Momo to push her out for a walk, strolling around and around the garden.

The servants, unaware that today was still a hidden model Xi Congshuang, maintained their “observe from a distance only” attitude and quietly avoided her.

Except for taking medicine and eating, she stayed outside and didn’t go back in.

As her caregiver, Zheng Momo accompanied her the entire time.

…

The sun was setting in the west, and all the lights in the Xi residence were on. A slender girl, treading on the tail end of the sunset, returned to the Xi residence.

Transferring to a new city and moving into a new home, being in an unfamiliar place had a significant impact on Cheng Zhishu’s commute.

Moreover, her new school didn’t have dorms, and she didn’t have enough money to rent a place outside, so she could only live at the Xi residence.

If it were just these issues, it wouldn’t be a major problem. At worst, she could wake up an hour earlier and get home an hour later.

The main problem was…

Cheng Zhishu, carrying her schoolbag, stopped in her tracks and fell silent as she faced the nearly identical buildings.

She had a poor sense of direction and could never remember the paths she had taken.

Outside, she could ask for directions, but she still hadn’t found a good solution within the Xi residence. It was currently the servants’ dinner time; they ate a little earlier than the Xi family members.

Therefore, the servants who were usually present in various corners were now eating in shifts, and there was no one for Cheng Zhishu to ask for directions.

She didn’t have a phone. The money she had earned from tutoring before had been taken by her parents, and her plan to buy a smartphone had been repeatedly postponed, so she couldn’t find anyone to come get her.

Cheng Zhishu lowered her eyes in the evening breeze. Even if she had a phone, no one would be willing to come and get her.

“Was there a fountain where I just walked?”

Cheng Zhishu’s method of remembering routes was simple: noting what she passed and what was nearby.

She looked at her surroundings and tried hard to recall. “I think when I came back yesterday, I passed a fountain and a flowerbed with white flowers, then made two turns to get to the third floor.”

Her room was at the end of the third-floor corridor, with an orange sticky note on the door.

This was her way of identifying her room, and it was also the first time she had a room with a door.

“Forget it, I’ll never find it like this. I’ll just go back to the main gate and start over.” Carrying her schoolbag, Cheng Zhishu tried to find her way to the main gate to retrace her steps.

The Xi residence was far larger than Cheng Zhishu had imagined. The architectural style was uniform, and it was an old mansion, nearly a hundred years old. As she walked, Cheng Zhishu got lost again.

The moon quietly rose into the sky. The lost girl, with her schoolbag on her back, wandered deep into the flower garden, her dazed eyes looking everywhere.

“Where is this now? Have I been here before?” As soon as it got dark, Cheng Zhishu’s sense of direction dropped into the negatives. “I heard this is a century-old mansion. Am I trapped in a ghost loop?”

Just as she finished speaking, she heard someone’s voice not far away. Cheng Zhishu’s eyes lit up, and she headed in that direction.

A voice meant there was a person, and a person meant she could get directions.

What ghost loop?

A person raised under the red flag shouldn’t be superstitious.

The closer she got, the clearer the voice became. Crossing the lawn, Cheng Zhishu peeked over.

“You are not my child at all, she is!”

“Mom, what are you talking about?”

Someone was sitting among the flowers, watching a tablet on the table with a serious and meticulous expression. The screen was lit up, and the bitter dialogue drifted out.

“Yes, I admit it. I switched you and Xiao Lin at the hospital back then. I’ve always been mean to you because I don’t like you at all. I hate you!”

“What did you say?”

“Alright, stop talking! Can’t you consider Feifei’s feelings for once?”

A hand resting on the table lifted and double-tapped the tablet. The dialogue from the melodrama finally stopped.

Cheng Zhishu froze. The figure sitting at the table looked up, straight at her, a beauty mark just below her eye.

It was her.

Xi Congshuang took in the sight of the girl. “I haven’t seen you before. Who are you?”

[Author’s Note]

Look closely, here we have a lost Orange Pastry. We should…

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T/N:

“Orange Pastry” is a playful nickname for the female lead, Cheng Zhishu (程知舒).

Her Name: Cheng Zhishu (程知舒 – Chéng Zhī Shū)

 The first character of her name, 程 (Chéng), sounds identical to the word for orange, 橙 (chéng).

• • 橙子 (chéngzi) means “orange.”

  • 酥 (sū – similar sound to shu) means “crisp,” “flaky,” or “shortbread/pastry.”

  • Together becomes “Orange Pastry” or “Orange Crisp.”