Chapter 5 The Young Lady in the Wheelchair 5: The Beauty Mark

The other person's tone was clearly malicious, and even without looking at them, Cheng Zhishu, with her eyes downcast, could guess what their expression was.

An outstanding daughter born late in life, she is a shining star among the younger generation of the Xi family.

Such people are always arrogant, and Xi Hanran's decision not to have them kicked out in public already shows her great refinement.

Xi Hanran crossed her arms: "Has no one ever told you that you look very different from your dad?"

“…” Cheng Zhishu thought for a moment, “Maybe… I look more like my mother.”

Xi Hanran: "?"

Unexpectedly, this was the answer. Xi Hanran was stunned for a moment, staring at her with unfathomable eyes, her small reflection mirrored in her light-colored eyes.

After a moment, she chuckled and continued walking down the path.

Having a so-called useless "brother" won't affect her status. The education Xi Hanran received from birth, and the abilities she possesses, are things that Cheng Wenyong could never achieve even if he spent his entire life doing so. In her eyes, Cheng Wenyong is no different from a parasite.

Every family has a few good-for-nothings who just sit around and do nothing.

Xi Hanran didn't have time to play these palace intrigue games with these people, nor would she lower herself to fight with them. However, when she saw Cheng Zhishu, she suddenly thought of something.

The woman in high heels walked down the street and disappeared through the doorway.

Cheng Zhishu stood there for a while, scratching her temples in confusion, not knowing what she meant.

Back in her room, Cheng Zhishu took a shower and prepared to finish her remaining homework. She paused as she passed the mirror, brushing her bangs aside in front of her eyes.

"So it's grown that long! No wonder I couldn't tell where I was going today." Cheng Zhishu bent down to look for scissors and trimmed her bangs in front of the mirror.

With one eye closed, the rustling sound of trimming filled the small bathroom. After trimming one side, she opened her eyes again to trim the other side of her bangs, fully revealing both eyes.

Brushing the stray hairs hanging from the bridge of her nose, Cheng Zhishu looked around, felt that it was roughly correct, and began to clean up the mess in the sink.

Recently, she has been busy with schoolwork and was asked to transfer schools halfway through her studies. However, the learning pace of the two schools is different, so Cheng Zhishu prepared in advance to catch up and avoid having a difficult time adapting after the transfer.

She experienced it at school today and found that the pace of Anshi No. 1 High School was indeed much faster than that of her previous school. The teachers were also lecturing faster, but she wasn't having trouble adapting.

However, maintaining her previous performance might be a bit difficult; she needs to work even harder.

After putting the scissors back where they were, Cheng Zhishu washed her face again and went outside to finish her homework.

The lights stayed on late tonight in a place no one knew, and didn't go out until 2 a.m.

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At the same time, Xi Congshuang, still damp from being exposed to moisture, was also facing the mirror.

The woman in the mirror had a delicate and youthful face with soft eyebrows and eyes, but her eyes were dark and she had a beauty mark under her eye.

Xi Congshuang raised her hand and touched the area under her eyes. The reflection in the mirror did the same, but the hand under her eyes had a few more light-colored scars than she remembered.

That hand was long and beautiful, with a slightly protruding wrist bone. The scattered scars were like flaws on a beautiful jade, which was a pity.

The current Xi Congshuang looks exactly the same as before she transmigrated. The system had already informed Xi Congshuang that she was a transmigrator, and everyone's memory would only contain Xi Congshuang's face.

However, Xi Congshuang here had been in a car accident, and she had light-colored scars on her hands and other parts of her body, so faint that they were almost invisible.

The most serious injuries were to the legs, which were always covered by blankets, and they became particularly sensitive to the cold.

Having stayed inside for a while, Zheng Momo knocked on the bathroom door: "Miss Xi, are you done showering?"

With a click, Xi Congshuang turned the doorknob and maneuvered her wheelchair out the door.

Zheng Momo instinctively wanted to grab the wheelchair handle and push it, but when Xi Congshuang turned around and saw her, she immediately withdrew her hand and followed behind her.

The wheelchair stopped at the bedside, and Xi Congshuang adjusted the distance between the wheelchair and the bed little by little, relying on her arms and the bedside armrests for support to return to the bed.

What a three-year-old could do with ease was extremely difficult for Xi Congshuang. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

After catching her breath, Xi Congshuang bent down, straightened her legs, and pulled the blanket over herself.

Zheng Momo stood to the side, wanting to help several times, but she held back. It wasn't a bad thing to let Xi Congshuang practice her self-care skills.

She had no choice but to change the subject, saying to Xi Congshuang, "It's going to rain recently, and it's getting colder tonight. Should we turn up the indoor temperature a bit?"

After wiping her sweat with a few tissues, Xi Congshuang nodded: "Okay."

There was nothing left for Zheng Momo to do. Her work today was unexpectedly easy. Seeing that it was time for Xi Congshuang to go to bed, she turned and left.

Whether it was because of what Zheng Momo said or not, Xi Congshuang, who usually slept very soundly, was not sleeping well. Her legs, which she thought had long since lost all feeling, were in great pain.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling; perhaps it was psychological. The excruciating pain woke her up. She clenched her fist and pounded her legs twice, but felt nothing more; the intense pain remained.

This is a lingering effect of the car accident, and it becomes very noticeable whenever the weather changes.

In her half-awake state, Xi Congshuang heard a rustling sound outside the window. It took her a while to realize that it was raining.

After listening to the rain for a while, Xi Congshuang fell asleep and didn't wake up until half an hour later the next day.

The rain outside was even louder than last night. With this weather, it was impossible to go for a walk today. Xi Congshuang's legs were not feeling well, so she stayed in the room and did not go out.

I was in a daze all day, and the rain only subsided a bit by evening.

Seeing that Xi Congshuang kept looking out the window, Zheng Momo asked, "Miss Xi, would you like to go for a walk?"

We can't go to the garden, but there are other places to visit in the Xi residence.

Xi Congshuang shook her head: "I'm not going."

Zheng Momo found it strange, but didn't ask any further questions.

After a while, Xi Congshuang's voice rang out again: "Is my condition still suitable for rehabilitation?"

Zheng Momo's heart skipped a beat: "Miss Xi is willing to undergo rehabilitation?"

The fact that she didn't immediately deny it suggests that there's still a possibility of her getting back up, and Xi Congshuang won't let any means pass the test for the sake of her health.

Xi Congshuang responded with a faint "yes".

“That’s fine.” Zheng Momo had already planned it out in her mind. “But before that, Miss Xi needs to go to the hospital for a check-up. I need to see how it goes and develop a rehabilitation plan that’s suitable for you.”

"If not, we'll have to postpone it for a while longer."

The Xi family hired Zheng Momo with a six-figure monthly salary, not to be a nanny.

However, Zheng Momo's monthly salary is comparable to that of the Xi family's housekeeper, who has worked at the Xi family for over ten years.

Xi Congshuang was multitasking, listening to Zheng Momo while wondering when the truth about Cheng Zhishu being switched at birth would be revealed.

According to the information provided by the system, it only stated that the incident would break out a few days later, and neither family wanted her, but it did not know exactly when it would break out.

I saw Cheng Zhishu yesterday. Her breakdown value is still at 36, and there is no sign of it rising.

As a major turning point in Cheng Zhishu's life, if this matter is not handled properly, the collapse value will increase exponentially.

—This metaphor comes from a system that is trying to spread alarmist ideas.

Recently, the rain has been heavy, and Cheng Zhishu, who is not very familiar with the roads, always comes home damp.

It's actually better outside, since she has an umbrella and commutes by subway and bus, so she has fewer chances of getting wet in the rain.

Back at the Xi family home, one gets dizzy looking at the similar buildings and makes the wrong choice again and again.

Today was no different; Cheng Zhishu had gone to the wrong place again. However, at the end of the road, there was no young lady watching a melodrama, smiling beautifully and asking someone to lead the way for her.

She had no choice but to hold up her umbrella and search around. Finally, she was spotted by a security guard watching the surveillance cameras and taken to the entrance of her building.

Cheng Zhishu was too embarrassed to say that she was lost, and only said that she was too tired from studying at school and couldn't see the way clearly.

The security guard immediately looked understanding: "Oh, I see. I thought you were taking walks around the neighborhood these past few days to familiarize yourself with the area."

Cheng, who is truly lost, Zhi Shu: "Hmm."

The security guard, oblivious to the hurt he had caused Cheng Zhishu, shook his head and sighed, "Students these days really have it tough. My daughter is the same way; she needs her mother to bring the fruit into her room and peel it before she'll eat it."

Cheng Zhishu smiled as she held up her umbrella.

Just like cooking, the worst thing you can do when you need to find your way around is to act on a whim. However, Cheng Zhishu always remembered what the kitchen auntie had said: "Actually, every road leads to Wencanlou." So she would want to give it a try.

As a result, I always come home late, and today I came home even later than usual. The food in the insulated container was only slightly warm.

Cheng Zhishu didn't pick and choose. She quickly ate, took a shower, and then sat down at the table to do her homework.

After finishing a set of test papers, Cheng Zhishu, wanting to take a break, picked up her lunchbox and prepared to take it to the kitchen.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the door across the street also open, and a figure in a long dress walked out.

Standing in the hallway, the doors all look pretty much the same, but the interior layouts are quite different. Inside are suites, including a living room and an entertainment room, which is more than enough for a family of four.

But on the day he moved in, Xi Wenyong suddenly said, "Zhi Shu has a lot of studies to do, and Xiao Yao is still mischievous. Why don't you stay in the room across the hall? It's spacious and quiet. If you need anything, just open the door and come over."

Since Cheng Zhishu was unfamiliar with the area, she agreed.

Actually, Cheng Zhishu's room was originally the living quarters of a domestic servant, intended to serve the employer across the street, but now it is occupied by Cheng Zhishu.

Cheng Zhishu called out, "Mom, are you going out?"

"I've already changed my clothes, what am I going to do if I'm not going out?" Wang Ya frowned. "What are you carrying?"

Cheng Zhishu smelled the perfume. She was wearing her old school uniform as pajamas and was a few steps away from Wang Ya. The other woman was dressed smartly. Although they were mother and daughter, they suddenly seemed to be from two different worlds.

Seeing her lost in thought, Wang Ya said unhappily, "You're always like this when I talk to you. Who are you giving me this attitude to? Do I owe you something?"

"I'll take the lunchbox back to the kitchen," Cheng Zhishu replied after a slight delay.

Wang Ya frowned even more and scolded, "You really have a worthless life. You can't even be a lady for a day. People already look down on us, yet you still rush to pay us to be your nanny. Where do you put our dignity? You deserve to be poor for the rest of your life!"

Every time she saw Cheng Zhishu's face, she felt angry at being doubted. People would always ask her, "Why doesn't Zhishu look like Wenyong?" Several arguments between the couple were also because of this face.

Sometimes, when Wang Ya gets angry, she drags Xi Wenyong to get a paternity test. If the child isn't his, she says she'll die.

Seeing Wang Ya's confident expression, Xi Wenyong put aside his thoughts.

Accustomed to enduring all this, Cheng Zhishu lowered her head even further, only looking at the tips of her shoes.

Before Wang Ya could say anything more, a boy ran up behind her and hugged her, exclaiming excitedly, "I'm all better, Mom! Let's go!"

Wang Ya then retracted what she was about to say, her expression softening: "Xiao Yao is ready, let's go, Dad is already waiting downstairs."

Now that her son is the young master of the Xi family, she can't let him learn these kinds of words and be looked down upon.

"Okay, let's go!"

"Mom is taking you to meet someone today, so you have to speak very quietly, don't..."

The glamorous mother and son left together, and Cheng Zhishu suddenly lost the mood to take the things downstairs. She put the bag by the door and closed it.

"Never mind, I'll just take it with me to school tomorrow."