Chapter 14 The Young Lady in a Wheelchair 14: She's Not Satisfied.

Cheng Zhishu suppressed the bitterness in her heart, returned the umbrella to Shangguan Yin, and stepped under the driver's umbrella.

Xi Congshuang didn't ignore Shangguan Yin. She nodded to her, and judging from her eyes, she probably forgot who Shangguan Yin was and thought she was just an ordinary classmate of Cheng Zhishu.

"..."

Shangguan Yin nodded blankly, instantly forgetting what she had been thinking, her mind filled with nothing but "Ahhhhhh!"

This is the real Xi Congshuang, not her fantasy before she was poisoned to death by the school cafeteria after attending classes for a week straight.

She knew Xi Congshuang and had even met her at a banquet. Back then, Xi Congshuang was a proud and radiant young lady.

She never expected that the sister Cheng Zhishu mentioned who came to pick her up was actually Xi Congshuang!

With Xi Congshuang as her true sugar daddy, even her adoptive father Xi Wenyong has to step aside and cling to her. Cheng Zhishu can walk sideways in the Xi family mansion.

This is absolutely true, after all, Xi Congshuang's methods of handling things were evident to all before her car accident.

She's just injured or ill now, but she still has some residual power, so she's not completely useless.

Shangguan Yin stared at Cheng Zhishu with resentment: Chengzi, how much have you been hiding from me?

The female students who were laughing the loudest stopped abruptly, and even from a distance, they could feel the pressure from the other party.

To say I was particularly indignant about Wen Yan's missed opportunity to live the life of a wealthy heiress wouldn't be entirely true; there was always a degree of personal bias in my words.

Now, seeing the looks from the people in the car, they couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Who is she? Why isn't she saying anything?"

Only after the car drove away did someone answer her: "That's Xi Congshuang, the eldest daughter of the Xi family."

"She's the one who broke her leg in the car accident. How did she end up here? I thought she would be depressed for the rest of her life and that she would be ruined."

Wen Yan finally spoke, asking, "Why do you say that? Is she that amazing?"

That day, Xi Congshuang left everyone speechless with just a few words and took Cheng Zhishu away. Cheng Zhishu didn't know much about the Xi family and didn't know what kind of person Xi Congshuang really was.

The female student who spoke looked sympathetic and said, "That young lady is incredibly arrogant. She's a true prodigy. She skipped grades all the way through school and went to work at a company before graduating. There are very few people in the world who can catch her eye."

"It is said that Chairman Xi considered bypassing her father and handing over the Xi family business to her because her father's methods were too mild and did not meet Chairman Xi's standards."

If she had known that Xi Congshuang was the one who kept Cheng Zhishu in the Xi family, she wouldn't have gotten involved in this matter.

I thought she was just a little burden who got lucky and was kept by the Xi family, so no one would care about her. Who knew that the person behind her was Xi Congshuang.

After thinking for a moment, she turned to Wen Yan and said, "If you run into her, try not to get close. It's said that after the car accident, her personality became even more unpredictable."

"Perhaps that fake heiress won't have an easy time with her."

Wen Yan was well protected by her parents since she was a child, and was only responsible for studying. She also had a soft personality and did not understand these things, so she listened with a vague understanding.

The other car door opened, and Cheng Zhishu, carrying a schoolbag and covered in sweat, crawled in.

A faint fragrance wafted through the car, its interior elegant and luxurious. As soon as she settled in, the window on Xi Congshuang's side rolled up.

Holding her backpack to her front, Cheng Zhishu noticed the water droplets on it and instinctively patted them off. Then she remembered that she was in Xi Congshuang's car, and immediately changed her patting gesture to wiping with her palm.

She didn't recognize any luxury cars; she'd been seeing them all day at the Xi residence and was completely numb to them. Her first thought was that every car in the Xi residence was expensive, and she was only worried about whether she'd gotten Xi Congshuang's car dirty.

A pack of tissues was handed to him. The hand holding the tissues had faint scars that had healed, leaving a faint white mark: "Use this to wipe yourself."

Cheng Zhishu took the tissues with both hands, carefully tore off two sheets, wiped her schoolbag, and was about to return them.

Xi Congshuang didn't rush to take it, her eyes looking at her face: "It's on your face, why don't you wipe it off too?"

When her fingertips touched the coolness on her cheek, Cheng Zhishu realized that her face was also wet with rainwater, and she took out two more fragrant tissues to wipe her face.

The vehicle slowly started moving, and Xi Congshuang looked at the nearly deserted school gate: "No. 1 Middle School is still the same as before. I wonder if anything has changed inside."

Xi Congshuang's claim of not having the original owner's memories was pure fabrication; it was merely an excuse to start a conversation.

"My deskmate said it's been renovated several times, so it might look different now," Cheng Zhishu replied slowly. After a moment, she asked, "Why is Sister Shuang here?"

She thought Xi Congshuang would be waiting in the literary hall, but she never expected her to come in person.

As if he thought Xi Congshuang couldn't see, he quickly glanced at her legs, then looked up again.

She wanted to inquire about Xi Congshuang's health, but dared not speak rashly lest she offend her.

For some reason, Xi Congshuang found that look amusing. She replied, "I haven't been out for a long time. I need to go to the hospital this week to get back into the swing of things."

Cheng Zhishu immediately became nervous: "To the hospital? Why?"

Xi Congshuang straightened her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles, and comforted her, "Don't be nervous, it's just a routine medical check-up."

"I see. I need to go out for a medical check-up." Cheng Zhishu felt a little relieved after hearing this.

But then she thought that even if Xi Congshuang had something to do, she couldn't help her, which made her feel frustrated.

There are too few people in the world who are good to her. Girls at this age should be free-spirited and fearless, with their own little troubles, but they shouldn't take on excessive responsibilities.

Xi Congshuang clasped her hands together on her lap: "The machines in the hospital are more comprehensive and precise. For other minor illnesses, a family doctor can come and treat them, but my condition doesn't really allow for that."

The person sitting to the side spoke in a casual tone, as if she weren't the one being spoken to.

Cheng Zhishu was unaware of Xi Congshuang's situation and listened with a mixture of confusion and effort. Only the driver in the driver's seat wore a complicated expression.

While waiting at a red light, the driver couldn't help but raise his hand to pick at his ear, wondering if he had misheard.

Has she been away from being a prostitute's driver for too long? Who exactly is this gentle and patient person? And who is the prostitute she knows who sends someone back to start over at the slightest disagreement?

The green light came on again, and the driver started the vehicle and continued towards Xijia.

Cheng Zhishu is not a talkative person. She was always disliked by her adoptive parents for being quiet and reserved, and they always gave her a hard time. This made her even more taciturn, and now she has begun to hate her own taciturnity.

She thought she should talk to Xi Congshuang more, at least to provide some basic emotional support.

The result is that the more you want to talk, the more nervous you become, and the less you can say, thus falling into a vicious cycle of emotions.

Xi Congshuang remained silent. After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but stare at the pedestrians outside the window, wondering if there would be any good results after the examination.

Whether she could have a chance to stand up again, Xi Congshuang thought of her original fate, which was to remain in a wheelchair until her death.

The inscription reads: "When they met again after ten years, Xi Congshuang was emaciated and looked like a demon."

Ten years have passed, and she still hasn't been able to stand up. Perhaps this medical examination won't yield any good results either.

Looking down at her fair hands, Xi Congshuang thought: Even if I'm in a wheelchair, it's still much better than being unable to move while lying in bed. Shouldn't I be satisfied?

As she slowly closed her eyes, another voice welled up from the bottom of her heart—she was not satisfied.

Human desires are insatiable. Once you've gotten rid of your sick and broken body, you really think you're healthy again, and then you start craving more.