I Really Didn't Want the Long Aotian to Be My Wife [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Wei Zhenge’s fever came quickly and left just as rapidly. As soon as his fever receded, he announced to Jian Yuanbai that he wanted to be discharged from the hospital. Jian Yuanbai recommended he stay another day for safety’s sake, considering it was the weekend and there was no rush to get back to school.

What worried Jian Yuanbai most was that even though Wei Zhenge’s fever was gone, he still appeared drained and listless.

Jian Yuanbai voiced his concern, “You could rest at the hospital tonight and be discharged tomorrow morning. After all, your fever has only just subsided.”

“You seem tired. Why not get some good rest?”

Wei Zhenge slowly turned to look at him, “Don’t you know why I’m low-spirited?”

Jian Yuanbai responded, “I know, you had a fever, so you need more rest.”

Wei Zhenge quietly closed his eyes, and pushed off the bed covers, preparing to get up, “No, you don’t know.”

Wei Zhenge’s words were laced with a world-weary, melancholic tone, as if he’d seen through the red dust of the world. His tone, full of melancholy bitterness, left Jian Yuanbai completely bewildered.

Yet, he sharply caught on to the hint of resentment in Wei Zhenge’s voice, holding Wei Zhenge’s wrist, “Did Fu Pengyi and his gang bully you again when I left?”

“Tell me, I’ll teach them a lesson.”

A soft feeling welled up in Wei Zhenge’s heart, the stifling frustration he felt at being forced to voice his embarrassing preferences by Jian Yuanbai completely evaporated. He thought, at least, Jian Yuanbai did help him and cared about him.

A faint smile emerged on his face, he shook his head, “No, I just don’t like staying in hospitals.”

In truth, this wasn’t a lie. Wei Zhenge genuinely disliked hospitals, even more so the pervasive smell of disinfectant.

Jian Yuanbai, feeling relieved, offered to handle the discharge procedures, “Then I’ll arrange for your discharge. You pack up.”

With that, he made his way out of the room, turning back after a few steps, “Oh, don’t forget to bring the megaphone.”

After Jian Yuanbai said this and walked out, he didn’t see the instant drop in Wei Zhenge’s facial expression.

The monitoring system saw everything clearly. Jian Yuanbai had an impressive knack for quick changes to his mood.

The system lazily commented, “Actually, sometimes I think you’re quite talented.”

Jian Yuanbai was taken aback by the random compliment but was still pleased. “Why do you say that?”

System: “You have the ability to make people master the art of face-changing in a short time.”

Jian Yuanbai was even more confused, “I don’t even know how to perform Sichuan opera face-changing, how can I teach others?”

The system enigmatically chuckled, “That’s where your talent lies. You may not know it, but you can make others know it.”

“…Tiantian, have you been corrupted by the system?” Jian Yuanbai said with concern, “I’ve heard that some systems have no form, and after being lonely for a long time, they watch a lot of disorderly content, resulting in corruption and weird things said to their hosts.”

“Please, Tiantian… sigh… watch those things less. Your thoughts won’t be healthy if you watch too much, especially since you already lack a healthy body. You must have a healthy mindset.”

The system couldn’t even laugh for a second, “I didn’t watch it.”

Jian Yuanbai didn’t inquire further, understanding that this was a private matter for the system. He took the whole matter seriously and affirmed, “Alright, then it’s fine.”

He believed he answered sincerely, but to the system, it felt like a blatant brush-off.

The system emotionlessly thought, who wouldn’t know the art of face-changing? It’s so easy to learn. Why should it laugh at Wei Zhenge? It is him, after all.

Jian Yuanbai had no idea what the system was thinking. He believed that as an open-minded host, he shouldn’t interfere with the system’s personal life too much. Together, they quickly handled Wei Zhenge’s discharge.

By the time the two returned home, it was already past 9 pm. Only when the taxi returned them to the apartment building did Wei Zhenge ask, “Where’s your motorcycle?”

Jian Yuanbai, walking ahead, stepped into the sensor light overhead, which cast a warm yellow glow around him as he turned to look at Wei Zhenge,

“It wouldn’t have been good for your health to ride the motorcycle while you were feverish and unconscious. The bike is probably still parked outside the school gate.”

Wei Zhenge pressed his lips together, wanting to express his gratitude but couldn’t find the words.

He knew Jian Yuanbai’s financial situation – the old things at home, the piles of low-grade stolen goods that were basically all rocks. That brand-new, cool motorcycle was Jian Yuanbai’s most precious possession.

After a night parked on the street, it was hard to say if the motorcycle was still there. However, Jian Yuanbai voiced such concern nonchalantly, as if more concerned about whether Wei Zhenge, weakened by the cold wind, could worsen his health.

As Jian Yuanbai was about to leave to retrieve the motorcycle from school, Wei Zhenge asked, “Are you going to school to bring the motorbike back? It’s not too late to go now.”

“No. What’s the point of riding it back in the middle of the night?” Jian Yuanbai said, puzzled. Then he asked, “Where’s the megaphone I bought for you?”

Wei Zhen Ge’s expression shuttered a bit, feigning nonchalance as he said, “I forgot, my apologies.”

Jian Yuanbai’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, “How could you forget? I ran through three blocks to get it, spending exactly twenty yuan.”

A motorcycle worth hundreds of dollars carelessly left on the street, and now he wouldn’t shut up about the twenty yuan megaphone? Wei Zhenge really couldn’t understand him. Amid Jian Yuanbai’s chatter, he scowled, remorselessly saying, “Are you blaming me, a sick man, for being scatterbrained?”

“I’ll pay you back the twenty yuan, now just shut up.”

How could he possibly bring that damned megaphone home? Wei Zhenge had exhausted all his patience in not throwing it into the garbage.

No matter how stubborn Jian Yuanbai was, he could tell that Wei Zhen Ge was angry and deflated a bit, “How could I blame Xiao Zhen Tou?”

“It’s just a megaphone, right? Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”

Wei Zhenge shook his head silently, crossed Jian Yuanbai, and walked ahead. He walked to the front door of Jian Yuanbai’s house, where the trash bag had already been thrown out by Jian Yuanbai.

As Jian Yuanbai unlocked the door, Wei Zhenge muttered, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

However, Jian Yuanbai turned and smiled at him, “No problem, you’re Xiao Zhen Tou. Even your angry face is soft and fair, so cute.”

Feeling a little uneasy at his straightforward compliment, Wei Zhen Ge stepped into the house. Little did he know, these moments under the dim, old lights of a residential building; Jian Yuanbai, his voice under the warm light, would stay with him for years.

Jian Yuanbai, more than the light above him, was like a radiant, enthusiastic light penetrating Wei Zhenge’s world.

Only sometimes this light short-circuited…

Because Wei Zhenge fell sick once, Jian Yuanbai didn’t ask him to solve the jade over the weekend. Instead, he only taught him a few things about jade gambling. Thankfully, even Jian Yuanbai’s bike wasn’t stolen, and no parts were missing.

Wei Zhenge, who was dropped off at the school gate on Monday morning by Jian Yuanbai, stood outside the school gate, reluctant to step in as he watched Jian Yuanbai ride away.

Wei Zhenge let out a long sigh. His heart sank as he walked into the school. He took his usual path into the classroom, choosing to take the staircase from Class 12 to avoid the one by Class 5, Fu Pengyi’s class.

Chen Ji looked at Wei Zhenge, who brought soy milk and breadsticks for breakfast to class. After a cheerful greeting, he asked, “Why did you bring soy milk and breadsticks again? I thought you didn’t like eating fried food in the morning?”

Wei Zhenge shook his head, “Once or twice, occasionally, it’s fine.”

He had realized that Jian Yuanbai had a habit of taking care of everything, never asking him what he would like to eat, or whether he had any dietary restrictions, and only buying food according to his own preferences.

Nevertheless, he never got to taste rice vermicelli for breakfast anymore. Wei Zhenge wondered if Jian Yuanbai had noticed his dislike for it the first time he tasted it, leading him to stop buying it.

After all, he was living in someone else’s house. Wei Zhenge didn’t want to cause inconvenience or expect Jian Yuanbai to cater to his preferences in all matters, so he never mentioned his dislike for fried food in the morning. What Jian Yuanbai bought, he ate.

Right after the morning self-study, Tong Le Rong sought out Wei Zhenge again. She first turned to Chen Ji, “Classmate, could you perhaps hang out elsewhere for a while?”

Chen Ji, with his thick skin, replied without hesitation, “Why? I can listen in, too.”

“No, you can’t,” Tong Le Rong shot him a cold glare, “You also want to listen to someone else’s matters?”

Chen Ji made a face, showing no further resistance, and left promptly.

Tong Le Rong took a seat and leaned in to whisper to Wei Zhen Ge, “Do you know that the Wei family has been seeking ghost exorcists recently?”

Wei Zhenge is not comfortable with close proximity with others. He quietly retreated a little before responding, “Exorcism?”

“Yes, I heard that they were haunted by ghosts at midnight. Your father hasn’t left the house for several days. He’s very anxious.”

Wei Zhenge shook his head, “I didn’t know. Thank you for telling me.”

Though ironic that he had to learn about his family matters from someone else, he vaguely registered why Wei Chengye hadn’t immediately trouble Jian Yuanbai after he got slapped, probably due to his hands already being full with other pressing matters.

Tong Le Rong solemnly assured him there was no need for thanks. She then told Wei Zhenge something else, “Won’t you reconsider hanging out with me? Did you say anything to Fu Pengyi?”

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhenge stiffened. On this crisp autumn morning in September, he broke into a sweat. After an awkward silence, he managed to keep his voice steady, “Yes, is there a problem?”

An anxious-looking Tong Le Rong expressed her concerns, “Fu Pengyi told his buddies that you deliberately lured him to the hospital to humiliate him, and he won’t let it slide. He is definitely going to get back at you.”

In the face of Tong Le Rong’s worrying gaze, to her surprise, she noticed a slight trace of amusement flash across Wei Zhenge’s face.

With a relaxed tone, he said, “Is that what he thinks? That’s really good.”

No societal pressure, perfect.

As for Fu Pengyi, even if he doesn’t do anything, Fu Pengyi would still make a fuss. Wei Zhenge was used to it.

Tong Le Rong: ?

Tong Le Rong: ?!?

Had she heard wrong?

Translator Footnotes:

紅塵 (hong chen): Directly translated as ‘red dust,’ it’s an old Chinese expression usually referring to the mundane world or earthly concerns, often used in a philosophical or melancholic tones.

 變臉 (biànliǎn): Face-changing is a traditional skill of Sichuan Opera, known for its rapid and unique mask changes.

筋一根 (jīn yī gèn): This is a Chinese idiom referring to someone who is stubborn or inflexible in their ways.

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