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“Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later.”
In the quiet emergency room, the mechanical female voice from the receiver sounded particularly cold.
“Still no answer?” The nurse was getting impatient.
Luo Xi put down her phone and gave her an apologetic smile, though it was somewhat forced: “Can I sign it myself?”
The nurse muttered about wasting time, then handed her the anesthesia consent form.
After seven calls without an answer from Chu Jingxi, it indeed wasted time. If what she needed wasn’t just a hand debridement surgery but a life-threatening major surgery, waiting for a family member to sign might mean the body would have already turned cold.
After local anesthesia, the doctor used tweezers to pick out the sharp glass fragments from her palm, curious about how she got injured.
There was no special reason; she couldn’t sleep due to insomnia and wanted to do some work to pass the time. Who knew she would be so unlucky, cleaning glass could lead to it suddenly shattering.
The doctor, out of professional habit, asked if she had long-term insomnia.
Luo Xi shook her head; she usually slept well. Tonight’s insomnia had a reason.
As for the reason…
Ding.
The sound of a text message interrupted her conversation with the doctor. She picked up her phone and opened it; a video was sent from an unknown number.
The video was dimly lit, making it hard to see clearly, but Luo Xi immediately recognized Chu Jingxi.
The man was still wearing the suit she had picked for him that morning, his long, straight legs lazily propped up on the table, his tall and straight figure lounging in the sofa. His features, as if carved by God himself, were flawless, the kind of good looks that would make women scream wherever he went.
But his eyes were too cold, even when he smiled, giving off an unapproachable vibe.
Except for the woman beside him.
After three years, she recognized her at a glance.
Meng Ruxue, her husband’s beloved.
She was sitting close to Chu Jingxi, wearing a silk vintage dress. The black color made her skin look like fine jade, her face like polished stone. After three years of studying abroad, she had added an artistic temperament of a painter, her eyes filled with deep affection as she looked at Chu Jingxi, truly charming.
The people around them teased them to drink a toast, Meng Ruxue’s face was shy, but her eyes were full of expectation.
Chu Jingxi kept his lips curved, his eyes showing a bit of careless charm, as he raised the glass in front of him.
The video ended abruptly.
Luo Xi held her phone, smiling bitterly.
No wonder he didn’t answer her seven calls.
She should have thought that Meng Ruxue would be with him today, returning from abroad.
If she hadn’t thought of it, why would she be the only one suffering from insomnia tonight.
But thinking about it was one thing, seeing it with her own eyes was another; she couldn’t just ignore it.
Luo Xi typed with her right hand, which had just been treated, her fingertips trembling: “The one-month cooling-off period is over. Let’s meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow at ten.”
After three years of marriage to Chu Jingxi, he never looked at her so tenderly; in his eyes, she could only see disgust.
Yes, he despised her, because the person who made him marry her was the one he hated the most. And because he married her, he was separated from his beloved for three years.
But she had no choice back then; her grandfather had cancer, with unfulfilled wishes, and the cancer medicine cost a million per shot. She had no choice but to agree to his aunt’s request to marry him.
Her intentions were not pure back then, and she felt guilty towards Chu Jingxi. For three years, she took care of his daily life with all her heart, no matter how harshly he spoke to her, she remained the same.
Three years, even raising a dog, you would worry about it when it’s sick.
But Chu Jingxi, when she needed him to sign for her surgery, went to drink a toast with his beloved.
Her heart ached densely, Luo Xi raised her hand to cover her eyes, tears slipping through her fingers.
It was already late when she left the hospital after the IV. Just as she started the car, her phone rang, the special ringtone indicating it was Chu Jingxi calling.
Her brain told her to hang up, but her finger was faster and answered.
Luo Xi cursed herself for being too quick, coldly saying “Hello.”
“Luo Xi, Jing-ge is drunk at Night Charm, come pick him up.”
Before she could say anything, the other party hung up.
Luo Xi didn’t want to go, but then she thought, what if Chu Jingxi ended up sleeping with Meng Ruxue tonight and delayed the divorce tomorrow.
She had to go.
Night Charm.
After parking the car, Luo Xi looked at the gauze wrapped around her right hand, then thought about Meng Ruxue’s elegance and beauty tonight, and without hesitation, removed the unsightly gauze.
Lose the battle but not the war.
Luo Xi couldn’t appear in a sorry state.
Entering the private room, everyone was drunk and disheveled, only Chu Jingxi maintained the sitting posture from the video, as if asleep, less sharp than when awake.
But Luo Xi’s first glance wasn’t at him, but at Meng Ruxue, who, under the influence of alcohol, was softly leaning against him.
Her cheeks were flushed, adding a unique beauty.
And Luo Xi, in her haste to leave, had only thrown a cardigan over her home clothes, with no makeup, the very image of a housewife, a world apart from Meng Ruxue at that moment.
Seeing her, Meng Ruxue sat up straight like a startled bird, nervously explaining: “Mrs. Chu, don’t misunderstand, I just had a few too many drinks, feeling a bit weak, just borrowing Jingxi’s shoulder to lean on.”
A strong scent of tea overwhelmed the room’s alcohol, reminding Luo Xi of the aged Pu’er tea Chu Jingxi’s aunt had treasured for many years.
In these three years, Meng Ruxue must have been studying tea art abroad.
And there was someone to echo her: “Sister, don’t take advantage of Jing-ge’s fondness for you to provoke him. Everyone knows Jing-ge despises her, hates being called Mrs. Chu the most.”
As soon as Meng Meng, Meng Ruxue’s younger sister, said this, the room erupted in laughter.
Everyone looked at Luo Xi with the usual disdain.
“Xiao Meng, don’t say that. No matter how Jingxi feels about her, she is still Jingxi’s wife.” Meng Ruxue then played the good cop, weakly scolding her sister before apologizing to Luo Xi: “Sorry, she’s been spoiled by our parents.”
Luo Xi wasn’t angry: “It’s okay, she’s right, Chu Jingxi does hate me.”
“At least you have some self-awareness.” Meng Meng snorted.
Luo Xi smiled at her: “But what can I do? No matter how much he hates me, I’m still Mrs. Chu. No matter how much he likes someone else, they have no title.”
This was almost directly calling Meng Ruxue a mistress.
Meng Ruxue’s flushed face turned a shade paler.
“Luo Xi, who are you calling a mistress? It’s you who came between my sister and Jing-ge. If it weren’t for you, they would have had children by now.” Meng Meng angrily accused.
Have children, my foot.
Why don’t you ask Chu Jingxi if he can get it up for your sister.
If it weren’t for her three years of detoxifying him, Chu Jingxi would have been all looks and no use for life.
Now that he’s cured, she hasn’t even used him yet, and he’s going to be taken by Meng Ruxue.
Luo Xi felt a lump in her throat just thinking about it.