Chapter 60
Two of the lights were out, and with the late hour and lack of light from the windows, the IV drip room was dim and quiet.
After saying those words, Jiang Siyi noticed an empty seat in the row ahead and discreetly… made her escape.
She sat down and played on her phone, but her mind was racing—That was crazy.
Saying those words in public, it felt like a secret affair.
With nothing else to do, she started working on her manuscript. She hadn’t written anything in days, busy with the audio drama production.
The person behind her, however, was restless.
By the time Jiang Siyi, exasperated, opened WeChat, Shen Shiwu had already sent her thirty-two messages.
They were all the same: “I miss you a little.”
Jiang Siyi turned around, her face expressionless, and saw that Shen Shiwu had already put down her phone. She was leaning back in her chair, one hand tapping rhythmically on the armrest.
Looking at her slightly pale face, Jiang Siyi’s throat tightened, and she quickly looked away.
She suspected Shen Shiwu was trying to seduce her.
Although she had no proof.
Jiang Siyi put on a stern expression and replied, “We’re less than five meters apart, what’s there to miss?”
Shen Shiwu replied quickly, like a robot, repeating, “I miss you a little.”
“…”
Talking to a brick wall.
Two hours later, Shen Shiwu’s IV drip was finally finished. Jiang Siyi helped her apply pressure to the injection site, and they walked out together.
It was past nine, the sky dark, with only a few stars visible. As they walked, Jiang Siyi heard Shen Shiwu hiss, “That hurts.”
She was puzzled, thinking she hadn’t pressed that hard.
“Stop pretending.”
Shen Shiwu wasn’t ashamed at all. “It really hurts.”
Jiang Siyi thought for a moment, then let go of her hand. “Then press it yourself.”
She walked towards the car.
Shen Shiwu stood there, watching her figure disappear into the night, then followed with a smile.
“Ms. Jiang, don’t be so fierce.”
***
Perhaps because she had been so busy lately,
Jiang Siyi slept soundly that night and even had a dream.
In her dream, she and Shen Shiwu were arguing, their faces dark with anger. She was crying, tears streaming down her face, her eyes red.
Then she woke up. It was early morning. Jiang Siyi’s forehead was damp with sweat, and she touched her face, feeling the dried tears.
She whispered, “Shen Shiwu.”
The woman beside her stirred and quickly opened her eyes. Before she could react, Jiang Siyi had buried her face in her chest.
Shen Shiwu was momentarily stunned by her sudden embrace, then she held her tightly. “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Siyi’s voice was muffled. “I had a nightmare.”
“I dreamt that we were arguing, about to break up, and you were being very mean.”
Shen Shiwu chuckled. She gently patted Jiang Siyi’s back. “Aren’t you usually the one who’s mean to me?”
“And we’re not breaking up again,” she said firmly, “don’t worry.”
Jiang Siyi held her hand, squeezing it lightly. Although it was just a dream, she still felt a sense of unease, her heart heavy, her breath slightly constricted.
“Ms. Jiang, are you trying to murder your girlfriend?” Shen Shiwu suddenly asked.
Jiang Siyi realized she had almost touched the back of Shen Shiwu’s hand—where the IV needle had been.
She snapped back to reality and quickly let go, her thoughts shifting to another topic. “Does it still hurt? We should take your temperature again when you get up.”
Shen Shiwu had slept well and didn’t have a headache anymore. But after thinking for a moment, she still nodded. “A little.”
Jiang Siyi immediately pulled away from her embrace.
“It still hurts?” She got out of bed and went to look for the thermometer.
Shen Shiwu, her arms suddenly empty, sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Much better than yesterday.”
Meanwhile, a certain rabbit was frantically searching the room.
She had been in such a hurry last night when taking Shen Shiwu to the hospital that she had misplaced the thermometer. Ten minutes later, she finally found it, rushed back to the bed, and held it to Shen Shiwu’s lips. “Here.”
Shen Shiwu opened her mouth and took the thermometer.
Jiang Siyi glanced at the time, then went to the bathroom to wash up. When she returned, Shen Shiwu had already taken out the thermometer.
The woman leaned against the headboard, her tone laced with mock disappointment. “Ah, my fever’s gone.”
Jiang Siyi, relieved, let out a sigh.
“That’s good.” She was about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and said to Shen Shiwu, “If you’re still feeling unwell, just stay in bed and rest, don’t go to work today.”
Shen Shiwu nodded, her expression unchanged. “I’m still feeling unwell.”
Hearing this, Jiang Siyi felt a pang of sympathy. She was about to leave for work, and leaving a sick person alone felt wrong.
Should she call in sick?
“Ms. Jiang,” Shen Shiwu suddenly called out.
“What?”
The woman was still in her pajamas, her neckline slightly askew, revealing her shoulder.
Tsk, even with a fever, she still couldn’t dress properly.
Jiang Siyi thought, about to remind her, when Shen Shiwu spoke, “Don’t forget, we still have to work out together.”
Jiang Siyi gritted her teeth. “In your dreams.”
“Can I dream about you?”
“…Get out.”
Slamming the door behind her, Jiang Siyi grumbled as she walked, “I was even thinking of calling in sick to stay with you, as if! Just stay there and reflect on your actions.”
Reaching the kitchen, she finally stopped grumbling. Looking at the pots, pans, and knives, Jiang Siyi frowned—she couldn’t cook.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried learning while she was abroad. On the contrary, she had studied recipes diligently. Until one time, she had given herself food poisoning and ended up in the hospital.
Although Shen Shiwu was always saying outrageous things, there was no need to poison her to death.
Jiang Siyi thought for a moment, then quietly left the kitchen. After thinking about it, she decided to go downstairs to buy breakfast.
Before leaving, she called out to the bedroom, “I’m going to buy breakfast, what do you want?”
Shen Shiwu didn’t reply.
Jiang Siyi opened the door, and before she could even ask, the woman in bed said, “What I want…”
“You won’t give me anyway.”
It sounded like Jiang Siyi was mistreating her. “Oh, then just starve.”
The hotel’s breakfast buffet wasn’t good, so Jiang Siyi quickly dismissed that option. She wandered around for a while, then entered a porridge shop.
A sick person should eat something light.
“One bowl of shrimp and vegetable porridge.”
The owner’s wife was quick, and ten minutes later, she handed Jiang Siyi a bag. “Here you go, young lady, be careful, it’s hot.”
The young lady smiled, then her smile faltered.
Damn it.
She had left her phone in the kitchen.
The owner’s wife didn’t notice her change in expression and pointed at the QR code. “Scan here to pay.”
Jiang Siyi, holding the bag of porridge, started to explain.
“Ms. Jiang?” Ah Yun, passing by, turned around. “What a coincidence, buying porridge here too?”
Jiang Siyi’s eyes lit up, seeing her savior, and she told the owner’s wife to wait a moment and waved at Ah Yun.
But it was Kong Yin, who was walking with Ah Yun, who came over.
“Auntie, I’ve already paid,” Kong Yin said, putting away her phone.
“Okay, thank you, come again.”
Jiang Siyi felt utterly defeated, thinking that it was a good thing Shen Shiwu hadn’t seen this, otherwise, they wouldn’t just be doing it in the gym, but in every corner of the house.
She thanked Kong Yin politely. “Thank you, I’ll transfer the money to you later.”
“No need,” Kong Yin smiled, “it’s just a few yuan.”
Ah Yun, standing beside her, also chimed in, “Ms. Jiang, don’t be so formal, if my phone wasn’t dead, I would have treated you.”
Jiang Siyi had already walked out of the shop.
She thought for a moment. “Then I’ll treat everyone to bubble tea later.”
It was best not to owe anyone any favors, especially Kong Yin.
“It’s a deal then,” she waved at them, “my girlfriend is still at the hotel, I have to go back, see you later.”
Hearing Shen Shiwu’s name, Ah Yun immediately became obsequious. She said quickly, “Goodbye, Ms. Jiang, go back and take care of your girlfriend. Or you can take the day off! It’s no problem at all!”
With the “money bag” around, who cared about a mere friend?
She ignored Kong Yin’s darkening expression and offered her thoughtful suggestion.
After Jiang Siyi left, Kong Yin walked away quickly, not waiting for Ah Yun. The latter, knowing she was angry, didn’t rush, strolling leisurely behind her.
Jiang Siyi quietly opened the door, afraid of waking Shen Shiwu. She slowly pushed open the bedroom door and saw that Shen Shiwu was already awake, working on her laptop.
“You have a fever, why aren’t you resting? Don’t you feel bad anymore?” Jiang Siyi frowned.
Shen Shiwu closed her laptop, placed it on the nightstand, and lay back down, pulling the covers over her. “I feel bad.”
“Kiss me a few times.”
Jiang Siyi, after a moment of silence, tried to shut her up with food.
She opened the container, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and then held it to Shen Shiwu’s lips. “Eat something, it’s a little hot, be careful.”
Shen Shiwu sat up and finished the porridge, then she suddenly asked, “Do you have any cash on you?”
“No, why?”
“I called you earlier, and your phone was ringing in the kitchen.”
Jiang Siyi held the spoon. “Yes, I left it there.”
Shen Shiwu didn’t say anything, just looked at her quietly.
Jiang Siyi scooped up a shrimp and, as she fed it to Shen Shiwu, said, “Ah Yun happened to be passing by, so she helped me pay.”
Only a fool would mention their love rival’s name in front of their girlfriend.
Shen Shiwu, after a moment of silence, ate the shrimp.
She closed her eyes for a moment. “What a coincidence, was she alone?”
Jiang Siyi felt a little guilty, but she still nodded. “Yes.”
After that, Shen Shiwu didn’t say anything, just quietly ate her porridge. Ten minutes later, she took the container. “I can finish this myself, don’t you have to go to the studio?”
Jiang Siyi realized she only had fifteen minutes left before work started.
She quickly packed her things, grabbed the script, and was about to leave when she suddenly turned back.
“I’ll be back early today.”
“There are mangosteens and pineapples in the fridge, help yourself.”
Like a nagging parent, after giving her instructions, she added a threat, “Don’t go to work if you’re still sick.”
Shen Shiwu, holding the porridge, nodded. “Okay.”
Hearing the door close, she looked down at the porridge, found it tasteless, and placed it on the nightstand.
She read the message from Gu Ning, her expression turning cold.
Jiang Siyi had lied to her.
Shen Shiwu leaned against the headboard, her feigned illness gone. She played with her phone, then tossed it onto the nightstand.
A loud thud.
The screen protector was probably cracked.
She didn’t care and continued pondering. After a moment, a smile appeared on her lips.
A child like Jiang Siyi needed to be taught a lesson.
Shen Shiwu had learned this four years ago.
She smiled faintly.
And to teach her a lesson, she had to be locked up, that was the only way.
And once she was locked up,
Shen Shiwu’s smile deepened, thinking—she wouldn’t let her go free again.
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