Chapter 11: Jinx!

Seeing He Yunshen like this, Ning Wanwan’s little face turned bitter, and the truth was almost on the tip of her tongue.

“You go rest first. I’ll do the dishes. I’ll call you once the bathwater is ready.”

With that, she picked up the dishes and walked straight to the kitchen.

As she listened to the sound of running water in the kitchen, Ning Wanwan’s whole mood fell.

Then, as if to comfort herself, she muttered, “At least I managed to cover up the chip replacement for now. As for the divorce… I’ll deal with that later.”

She picked up a small mirror from the windowsill and examined the bridge of her nose, mumbling to herself.

“Ning Wanwan, oh Ning Wanwan, you finally channeled your inner drama queen, and you managed to screw yourself over. Brilliant.”

Luckily, her nose wasn’t too badly hurt—just a little red and swollen. Otherwise, her delicate little face would’ve been ruined at the hands of He Yunshen.

Taking advantage of the fact that He Yunshen wasn’t in the room, Ning Wanwan willed a full bottle of spiritual spring water out of her space.

This water didn’t just nourish the nerves; it could also speed up healing and even had beauty-enhancing properties. It was simply perfect for Ning Wanwan at the moment.

Just as she was about to down the entire bottle, He Yunshen suddenly walked in from outside.

Startled, her hand shook. Crash! The white porcelain bottle hit the floor and shattered into pieces.

Ning Wanwan: Is He Yunshen the reincarnation of a jinx? Just here to curse me?

He Yunshen looked a little awkward too. He bent down and started picking up the porcelain shards piece by piece.

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow. Don’t be mad.”

Ning Wanwan didn’t respond. She simply wheeled herself back into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

He Yunshen hadn’t even left yet when he heard muffled shouting from inside her room.

“Aaaahhh! He Yunshen, you’re such a freaking jinx!”

He Yunshen scratched his head and took two steps toward her door.

“Um… the bathwater’s ready.”

“GET LOST! As far as you can!”

He Yunshen: ……

The next morning, surprisingly, He Yunshen didn’t go straight to the base at dawn.

Since he said he’d make it up to her, he figured he had to show some sincerity.

So early in the morning, he tied on an apron and got busy in the kitchen. The millet porridge bubbling in the pot was just the right consistency.

He also took three eggs and carefully made fried eggs.

He planned to let Ning Wanwan eat two, and he’d have one himself—he was a man, after all, he could manage with less.

Inside the room, Ning Wanwan was still sound asleep. Yesterday had been exhausting—the first day she entered the book had been chaos. She didn’t wake up groggily until nearly eight o’clock.

By then, He Yunshen had already left. After eating, he’d rushed off to the base.

The aroma of the rich porridge filled the house, and her stomach grumbled in protest.

She got dressed, dragged her wheelchair over to the bed, and used all her strength to lift herself into it.

Ning Wanwan: I’m truly the definition of “disabled but strong-willed”…

After washing up, she was clearly in a good mood. Holding a small mirror, she carefully checked her appearance.

She’d always been satisfied with her youthful little face—especially those shimmering eyes that could charm the soul with just a smile.

The only thing ruining the vibe was the gray jacket she was wearing. With a figure like hers—curvy and voluptuous—it was a crime to cover it all up like a nun.

Then again, maybe the original host thought skirts weren’t convenient after becoming paralyzed.

Oh, original host, no wonder you failed to seduce He Yunshen.

Ning Wanwan thought to herself, So what if I’m paralyzed? This goddess is still going to slay in style!

Smiling, she turned toward the closet, dug around in the back, and finally pulled out three or four brand-new dresses, neatly folded, along with a few well-designed qipao.

Holding the clothes, Ning Wanwan looked very pleased. The original host may have been a bit unstable, but her fashion sense? Not bad at all. Now this is what a beauty should wear.

“Wanwan, can I come in?” Xu Cuihua’s voice called from outside the door.

Ning Wanwan set the moon-white qipao aside and replied, “Come on in, Sis-in-law. It’s not locked.”

Soon, Xu Cuihua walked in with a big smile. Seeing that Ning Wanwan hadn’t eaten yet, she bustled off to the kitchen.

She brought over the soft millet porridge and still-warm fried eggs and placed them on the table.

“Wanwan, come eat.”

“Okay~”

Two minutes later, Ning Wanwan wheeled herself out of the bedroom. She had taken off the dull gray coat and changed into that moon-white qipao.

Xu Cuihua’s eyes widened. Looking at Ning Wanwan’s exquisitely beautiful face, she thought, My god, how can someone be this stunning?

Her waist-length hair was loosely pinned up with a plain hairpin, and paired with that qipao, she looked elegant, radiant—absolutely breathtaking.

“Oh my! Wanwan, you look so gorgeous today! Even I’m falling for you, and I’m a woman. Commander He is so lucky,” Xu Cuihua praised sincerely.

Ning Wanwan smiled sweetly and playfully replied, “Sis-in-law, you’re teasing me again.” Then she wheeled herself toward the table.

“By the way, Wanwan, Commander He left you a note. Have a look.” Xu Cuihua handed her the paper.

The handwriting was strong and powerful—just like He Yunshen’s cold, handsome face.

The handwriting fits the man perfectly.

“Come to the military district at 10. Xiao Song will pick you up.”

Ning Wanwan glanced at her wristwatch—just past 9:00. She had time.

“Sis-in-law, eat some too. There’s too much porridge—I can’t finish it alone.”

Xu Cuihua agreed, didn’t stand on ceremony, and grabbed a bowl from the kitchen to eat with her.

After breakfast, Ning Wanwan brought out the medicinal herbs from the kitchen.

Since she’d decided to help Xu Cuihua with her illness, she had already taken out the necessary herbs from her space last night.

Of course, she had prepared her own as well. With the addition of the red peony root she bought at the market, both formulas were ready in no time.

Two brand-new medicine pots sat before her. She focused as she placed the herbs inside.

Xu Cuihua came in then and took the pots outside. She was experienced with decocting herbs and didn’t wait for Ning Wanwan to instruct her—she’d already lit the fire and placed the pots on the stove.

At that moment, Xiao Song also arrived and stood respectfully at the door.

“Madam, Commander He asked me to escort you to the military district.”

Ning Wanwan nodded. With the help of Xiao Song and Xu Cuihua, she got into the car.

As she climbed in, she was amazed to feel a faint strength in her legs.

The corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily.

She hadn’t expected the spiritual spring water to work so well. Seemed like she was one step closer to getting rid of He Yunshen.

Even Xiao Song and Xu Cuihua could feel her joy.

Xu Cuihua thought Ning Wanwan was simply happy to see Commander He, so she chuckled and teased her about it.