Chapter 30: Moving into Leng Qingqiu’s house?
Pushed away from the school gate by Leng Qingqiu, she embarked on the road home.
Because of her fever, Lu Zhiyin’s head was dizzy and swollen. She couldn’t pay attention to the pedestrians along the way like the previous two days.
Naturally, she didn’t notice Long Qinxin watching her leave from the car window.
“…Uncle Wu, drive home.”
Closing the car window, Long Qinxin stroked her lunchbox and gave instructions to her driver.
In her mind was the fragile appearance of Lu Zhiyin lying in the hospital bed.
Why did she help herself? Long Qinxin couldn’t understand. Did she also want her money like the people who bullied her?
Pressing her lips together, Long Qinxin didn’t want to overthink Lu Zhiyin’s intentions. No matter what, she was one of the few people in school who showed her kindness.
“It seems I’ve made a friend.”
Muttering to herself, Long Qinxin put away her lunchbox. She leaned back in the leather seat and began to imagine meeting Lu Zhiyin tomorrow.
“Should I bring her something?”
Blinking her eyes, Long Qinxin pondered this question.
A child whose heart has been closed for a long time seems to fall easily once it is opened.
…
“Achoo…”
On the other side, Lu Zhiyin suddenly sneezed.
She turned her head, only to see the quiet Leng Qingqiu pushing her forward. Further behind were a jumble of students and thugs.
“What’s wrong?”
Behind her, Leng Qingqiu stopped and softly asked Lu Zhiyin.
“It’s nothing…”
Shaking her head, Lu Zhiyin wondered if she was becoming a bit jumpy.
It’s all because of that damn god and Qin An…
Once again cursing the two people who brought her misfortune, Lu Zhiyin lowered her head.
The wheelchair continued to move under Leng Qingqiu’s control.
Compared to the previous two days, the wheelchair was much slower today, and therefore, it was much darker when they arrived at Lu Zhiyin’s door.
Leng Qingqiu pushed Lu Zhiyin to her doorstep.
Looking at the closed iron gate in front of her, Lu Zhiyin reached into her pocket.
“…?”
There was no sign of a key in her school uniform or trousers, only emptiness.
She looked around again but couldn’t find her schoolbag.
Stunned, Lu Zhiyin grabbed the corner of her clothes and looked back at Leng Qingqiu.
Leng Qingqiu seemed not to notice anything unusual; her expression was as calm as ever.
“What’s wrong? Zhiyin, aren’t you going to open the door and go in?”
As she asked, Leng Qingqiu poked Lu Zhiyin’s shoulder.
This made Lu Zhiyin even more embarrassed. She remembered that it was the first day in this world that she had forgotten her keys.
“Ah… that… um, I think… I forgot my keys again…”
Lowering her head, Lu Zhiyin was somewhat hesitant and timid.
“You, you go home first, I’ll go back to school to get my keys.”
She raised her head again and secretly glanced at Leng Qingqiu from the corner of her eye.
She knew that Leng Qingqiu wouldn’t accompany her back to school, but she didn’t dare to go to Leng Qingqiu’s house again.
The last time she went to her house, she witnessed her disposing of a corpse. If she went again, who knows what else she would see that she shouldn’t.
“…”
Behind Lu Zhiyin, Leng Qingqiu quietly held the handles of the wheelchair.
She would naturally not let Lu Zhiyin go back to school alone.
Rather, the current situation was all orchestrated by her. She deliberately left Lu Zhiyin’s bag in the classroom without taking it to the infirmary.
After a moment of thought, Leng Qingqiu placed a hand on Lu Zhiyin’s shoulder.
“It’s too late, stay at my place for the night, and I’ll bring your keys back to you after school tomorrow.”
This statement was, of course, a lie; she wouldn’t bring the keys back tomorrow.
“…Ah…”
Opening her mouth, Lu Zhiyin was about to refuse, but Leng Qingqiu covered her mouth with one hand.
The sudden excessive contact caused Lu Zhiyin’s brain to freeze. By the time the girl came to her senses, Leng Qingqiu had already brought her to her home.
She turned on the light, filling the room with light.
As before, Leng Qingqiu parked the wheelchair at the door and placed Lu Zhiyin on the sofa, cutting off any possibility of her leaving alone.
“…”
Sitting on the sofa, Lu Zhiyin’s mind was still a bit unfocused.
How did she end up here again for no reason?
However, she couldn’t be blamed for her slow reaction, as Lu Zhiyin was still running a fever.
“Stay here tonight.”
Glancing at Lu Zhiyin on the sofa, Leng Qingqiu walked into the kitchen without waiting for Lu Zhiyin’s reply.
In the end, although she still held some respect for Lu Zhiyin, that respect was not much.
Well… of course, Leng Qingqiu might not even notice this overbearing aspect of her personality.
“…Mm…”
Not knowing what to do, sitting on the sofa, Lu Zhiyin looked at the hole in her school trousers and the skin covered by a bandage within the hole.
She didn’t like dealing with overly assertive people. To be honest, when dealing with Leng Qingqiu, Lu Zhiyin felt that she and Leng Qingqiu were not equal.
She felt she shouldn’t be so weak. After all, she used to be a male…
Gripping her school trousers, Lu Zhiyin looked up.
Through her slightly blurred vision, Leng Qingqiu came out with a cup of milky white liquid.
Is it milk?
Lu Zhiyin remembered the last time Leng Qingqiu drugged her.
She couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.
“Have some milk, I haven’t drugged it this time.”
Smiling, Leng Qingqiu pushed the milk in front of Lu Zhiyin.
She wanted to get closer to Lu Zhiyin, but she didn’t have any good ideas for now.
“Ah, thank you…”
Looking at Leng Qingqiu’s smiling face, Lu Zhiyin dared not neglect her. She timidly took the cup and took small sips.
The milk was warm, and the warmth transferred through the cup to her palms, very comfortable.
The texture was smooth with a subtle sweetness, and the taste was surprisingly good.
After finishing the cup of milk, Lu Zhiyin’s stomach felt warm and much more comfortable.
Leng Qingqiu watched Lu Zhiyin drink the milk and reached out to touch Lu Zhiyin’s forehead.
“The fever is quite high. Fortunately, I have some fever reducers and anti-inflammatory drugs at home. I’ll go boil some water.”
As she spoke, Leng Qingqiu turned and walked towards the kitchen again.
Looking at Leng Qingqiu’s retreating back, Lu Zhiyin was a little confused.
What happened to her? Why did she suddenly start caring about her? Didn’t she ignore her before?
Feeling somewhat perplexed, Lu Zhiyin placed the still-warm cup back on the coffee table.
After drinking a cup of hot milk, she began to feel drowsy.
This was not due to medication, but simply her body signaling fatigue.
Well… when people are sick, they do tend to be sleepy.
Looking at the kitchen, Lu Zhiyin thought, it should be okay to doze off before Leng Qingqiu comes out?
Just a short nap.
Thinking this, Lu Zhiyin leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes.
