My Abstinent Girlfriend (22)

Ming Xiaowei couldn't be bothered to argue with Si.

This guy would feel unbearably itchy if he didn’t pick on her for a day.

A day or two later, just after class, Ming Xiaowei received a message from Si.

Ji Cheng’s mother had arrived at the hospital.

"She came earlier than expected," Ming Xiaowei muttered, shoving her book into her bag and humming a tune as she left the school gate.

It was only four in the afternoon, so she wasn’t in a hurry to eat. This was the perfect opportunity to see what kind of person Ji Cheng’s mother really was.

By the time she reached the hospital entrance, it was half past four. Just as Ming Xiaowei was about to push the door open, she heard something crash to the ground.

That loud?

"Get out."

Ji Cheng’s voice was icy.

Ming Xiaowei immediately pushed the door open and saw a wealthy-looking woman dressed in designer clothes standing beside Ji Cheng.

Wang Ning was somewhat pretty and carried herself with a certain elegance—otherwise, she wouldn’t have married into the Zhao family.

When Wang Ning noticed Ming Xiaowei, she paused, sizing her up before forcing a gentle smile.

"You’re Ji Cheng’s classmate, right? Her father mentioned you."

Having spent so many years in the Zhao household, Wang Ning hadn’t picked up many skills, but she was an expert at recognizing designer brands. This girl’s family background didn’t seem any worse than the Zhao family’s.

"Yeah. What do you want with Ji Cheng?" Ming Xiaowei nodded but didn’t bother calling her "Auntie."

"Oh, just visiting her," Wang Ning replied with a smile.

Ji Cheng kept her head down, reading a book on the hospital bed, showing no intention of speaking.

But judging from her expression, Ming Xiaowei could tell Wang Ning was even worse than Ji Cheng’s father.

At most, Ji Cheng was indifferent toward her father, but she hadn’t outright told him to get lost.

"Si, what’s actually going on here?" Ming Xiaowei was completely lost.

"Ji Cheng’s mother said she wants to introduce her to a rich second-generation heir," Si explained.

"Huh?" Ming Xiaowei let out a disbelieving sound. "You mean she wants to set me up with Ji Cheng? That’s way too fast—I’d be too shy!"

Si: ?

Was she seriously joking right now?

Despite her teasing, Ming Xiaowei understood the gravity of the situation.

She snapped back to reality and watched as Wang Ning pulled her to sit on the nearby sofa.

"So, young lady, does Ji Cheng have someone she likes at school?" Wang Ning asked bluntly, ignoring Ji Cheng’s presence entirely.

She didn’t want some clueless brat at school sweet-talking Ji Cheng into nonsense.

Students had no money, after all.

Ming Xiaowei glanced at Ji Cheng, who looked back at her, lips pressed tightly together as if she wanted to say something but held back.

"Yeah, she does," Ming Xiaowei suddenly grinned.

Wang Ning’s expression darkened. So this was why Ji Cheng was so against an arranged marriage—she already had someone at school.

"Then, young lady, could you tell me who it is?" Wang Ning forced what she thought was a warm smile, unaware that Ming Xiaowei was already cringing internally.

"She likes me."

As she said this, Ming Xiaowei stole a glance at Ji Cheng, whose hand paused mid-motion before making a strange expression.

Something like this: (–-)(;￢＿￢)

Ming Xiaowei could practically feel Ji Cheng’s disdain, but before she could fake-cry, Wang Ning looked like she was about to lose it.

"What did you say? Young lady, don’t joke around with me," Wang Ning said, her tone already turning displeased.

What kind of upbringing was this? Did she enjoy mocking her elders?

"I’m not joking," Ming Xiaowei said seriously.

But Wang Ning had already lost interest in her.

She stood and walked over to Ji Cheng, who remained aloof, her cold silence only fueling Wang Ning’s irritation.

She had never liked this child.

Ji Cheng wasn’t born out of love, and the pregnancy had been difficult. From the moment she was born, Wang Ning had resented her.

And over time, that resentment only grew.

Marrying into the Zhao family had been hard enough, and bringing along a "burden" like Ji Cheng had earned her plenty of scorn from Zhao Baishu’s father back then.

But now things were different. A daughter was an "investment"—if she could marry into wealth, the benefits would be endless.

"Ji Cheng, talk to me honestly. What’s the problem? I’m not some stranger. The man I found for you is only twenty-nine, decent-looking, and most importantly, his family owns a villa in Beijing. I know how much you love big houses."

Wang Ning spoke as if she were reasoning with a stubborn child.

"Xiaowei." Ji Cheng ignored her mother and instead called out to Ming Xiaowei.

Ming Xiaowei instinctively walked over, but before she could react, Ji Cheng tugged lightly on her collar.

The next moment, their lips met.

Both of their heartbeats stuttered.

Ming Xiaowei’s eyes widened slightly as Ji Cheng released her collar and turned back to her book.

"What she said is true. I like women. And besides, I already cut ties with you. Don’t think about marrying me off. In the future… I’m going to be the one marrying her." Ji Cheng pointed at the dazed Ming Xiaowei beside her, locking eyes with a stunned Wang Ning.

Wang Ning left in a furious rant.

Only after the door slammed shut did Ji Cheng turn to Ming Xiaowei, whose face had turned inexplicably red.

Ming Xiaowei covered her face, then buried her head under the blanket the moment Ji Cheng looked at her.

"So embarrassing," she mumbled, her voice muffled.

So embarrassing.

Ji Cheng: "…"

She didn’t understand why Ming Xiaowei was being so dramatic.

"Sorry, that was just a joke. Once I can walk again, I’ll treat you to a meal as an apology," Ji Cheng said, unsure why she had done that.

Even when their lips touched, a strange ripple had stirred in her chest.

But before she could process it, she had already let go.

"Wait, you did that on purpose?" Ming Xiaowei lifted her head, finally understanding Ji Cheng’s intentions.

Ugh, I’ve been reduced to a tool.

"Yeah." Ji Cheng picked up the water glass on the bedside table and took a sip. A stray droplet trickled down her slender, fair neck.

She noticed Ji Cheng’s throat move slightly.

Ming Xiaowei unconsciously swallowed too.

"Oh." Ming Xiaowei pouted. "But that was my first kiss."

Even though Ji Cheng had initiated it earlier, this time she was the one who’d acted—it was completely different.

Hearing this, Ji Cheng’s brows twitched slightly.

"That… doesn’t count," she said flatly.

Ming Xiaowei sat sulkily to the side. The chances of being pushed away in this world seemed to have dropped significantly.

Honestly, I might as well have spent money buying Zhao Qinghan’s scandalous headlines instead.

"Since I’ve already sacrificed myself for you, Ji Cheng, can you do me a favor?" Ming Xiaowei propped her chin on her hand, her expression turning serious.

"What is it? I’ll do my best," Ji Cheng asked, raising a brow.

"I want Zhao Qinghan’s dirty secrets."

Others might have some, but none would be as thorough as Ji Cheng’s.

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