CH 2

Chapter 2 – Awakening (2)

“……” 

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Dozens of people from the Zuo family had also stopped talking and looked over here in amazement.

They all knew what Si Fuqing was like in the Zuo family. 

She had always been submissive, not daring to raise her head, let alone speak harshly to Mrs. Zuo.

Mrs. Zuo was so angry that her eyes were red, she took two steps forward, and was about to grab the girl’s hand: “Si Fuqing, you dare to rebel against me!”

Si Fuqing tilted her head, with a cold smile on her lips. The condescending words were still the same: “Get lost.”

Mrs. Zuo lost her strength for a moment, and fell a few steps after stepping on her high heels.

Zuo Tianfeng supported her in time, and also said sternly: “Si Fuqing!”

Si Fuqing put on her coat and went straight downstairs without looking back.

“Is she in a bad mood?” Mrs. Zuo’s chest rose and fell, clearly very furious. “When she gets out of the Zuo family, I’ll see how she can laugh in the future. I’ll also remember today’s incident!”

Zuo Tianfeng looked back and frowned.

Today’s Si Fuqing was very strange. Was it possible that she was that irritated and became mad?

But this had nothing to do with him. Si Fuqing was going to leave the Zuo family soon, and he had no time nor mood to teach an outsider.

**

Third floor, emergency department. 

The woman on duty was a doctor in her fifties. She frowned and said, “Stretch out your hand.”

Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes and extended her hand, very well behaved.

“How did you get injured like this?” The female doctor untied the gauze and took a deep breath, “What problem do you have that you can’t talk to your family about, to the point you have to hurt yourself?”

“Young lady has such good skin, why don’t you know how to cherish it?”

Si Fuqing blinked her fox eyes, knowing that she was wrong: “Sister, I was wrong.”

The girl’s eyes were deep black, clear and bright, like the thin wings of a butterfly flapping gently across the cheeks.

A few strands of hair fell down lining on her porcelain-white skin like jade carvings.

No one could refuse Si Fuqing’s face.

The female doctor’s heart immediately softened: “I’m in the emergency room every Wednesday and Friday, in the future if you encounter any difficult issues and can’t find anyone, come find me.”

Si Fuqing’s eyes moved and said sweetly, “Thank you sister.”

The female doctor lowered her head and sewed her wound, unhappily said: “Don’t call me sister, I’m old enough to be your mother. Sit tight and don’t move around.”

“……”

To be flattered on a donkey’s back1.

1 to be flattered on a donkey’s back: to suck up in the wrong way; to flatter someone in a way that offends that person and embarrasses oneself.

“Auntie, do you have a needle? Prick it here for me.” Si Fuqing mentioned an acupuncture point and smiled, “It will quickly stop the bleeding.”

The female doctor was surprised: “Young lady has some medical knowledge ?”

Able to easily identify the acupuncture point to stop bleeding, definitely has some knowledge on traditional Chinese medicine.

Si Fuqing was not modest at all, cynically said: “Generally speaking, the third in the world.”

“……” 

Like her daughter, she also had eighth grade syndrome2.  

2eight grade syndrome/zhōng èr bìng: this term describes adolescent egocentrism and intuitive, emotional thinking. Adults with these syndrome are imaginative at best and self-centered at the worst.

The female doctor stitched up Si Fuqing’s wound, sterilized it, and instructed, “Do not touch water, do not do strenuous exercise with your left hand. Come back after a week for a change of medicine, and see me directly. Here are some medicines to be consumed.”

Si Fuqing nodded her thanks, took the medication list, and went downstairs to get the medicine.

She slowly opened her WeChat Pay and looked down. 

The balance was 250.

“……” 

Very good, even the numbers were mocking her, the idiot who blew herself up.

Si Fuqing put away her mobile phone, and went to the pharmacy door with a blank expression. 

When had she ever been so poor?

**

It was still a bit cold in early spring, and the wind was even stronger at night. 

Si Fuqing wrapped the coat around her body and walked to the back door of the hospital.

A black car was parked there, the car was very old with scratches, a product from at least ten years ago. 

She remembered this car.

When she became an adult last year, Mr. Zuo gave her a car as a present, but later the third young lady of the Zuo family snatched it away and gave her an old car.

Si Fuqing indifferently pushed open the car door and sat on the driver’s seat. 

A small calendar was put in front of the car with clear and distinct dates.

Year 2025 Xia calendar3.

3The Xia calendar, together with the Huangdi calendar , Zhuanxu calendar , Yin calendar , Zhou calendar , and Lu calendar , is collectively called the ancient six calendars.  

Holding the calendar, she clicked her tongue, “It’s 2025…”

She had been dead for 3 years. 

She didn’t expect to use a dead body after being reincarnated into a corpse, and had been wearing it for 3 years.

The events of these past three years had been a blank space for her, not long enough, but enough for things to change.

She was now at Daxia Empire4, too far from her sect and she couldn’t even go back. 

4Daxia/Great Xia: the name given in by the Han Chinese to Tukhara or Tokhara: the main part of Bactria, which is now northern Afghanistan, and parts of southern Tajikistan and Uzbekistan.

Even if she went back, who would believe that she was not dead.

Si Fuqing opened a bottle of Coke she just bought from the automatic vending machine, her smile deepened: “I will drink you even in death, I also drink you when I was alive. I truly love you deeply.”

At two o’clock in the morning, there was no sound in the surrounding area, and the pitch-black night sky did not even have the light of the moon and stars.

There was a night breeze blowing across the window, and Si Fuqing’s eyes moved.

It was the smell of blood, very light and faint, mixed with a faint fragrance, covering it up. 

But she had been fighting and killing all year around, so she was very sensitive to this kind of smell.

Si Fuqing took another sip of Coke and screwed on the lid. 

She was now a poor ghost5 and furthermore didn’t want to waste a Coke. 

5poor ghost/ qióng guǐ: poor man.

And the other hand had already touched a screwdriver lying in the car.

In just a split second, the locked car door was opened without a sound. 

A cold and crisp breath invaded in, and the smell of blood suddenly intensified.

It was a man.

He had a tall and upright posture, with broad shoulders, a perfectly curved waist and strong, slender legs. 

Just like a golden-painted God, which must not be disrespected and unattainable.

There was no light in the dark, and this body was not yet trained in night vision. So Si Fuqing couldn’t see his appearance clearly.

There was a little smile in her eyes, and she tilted her head up to look at him, tossing the Coke bottle in one hand. 

The girl’s fearless expression made the man’s movement stop.

But he didn’t forget the pressing matter and leaned down slightly on his long back.

“Shhh.” His slender fingers pressed softly against her lips.

At the same time, the other hand closed the car door.