Just Wanting to Divorce My Love Rival - Chapter 4

After being barked at, Zhong Yingzhi actually quieted down. She stopped speaking and stopped struggling, seemingly successfully deterred by Mu Cheng’s outburst.

“See? You wouldn’t listen when I spoke nicely; you had to make me get mean. Wouldn’t it have been better if you acted like this from the start?” Mu Cheng felt a sense of smugness alongside her relief.

But she overlooked one thing: Zhong Yingzhi was not a submissive, well-behaved child who would simply compromise. When things go unnaturally quiet, there’s usually a catch.

Sure enough, just as they reached the entrance of the infirmary, the person on her back suddenly moved. She leaned her head close to Mu Cheng’s ear and, with lightning speed, opened her mouth and bit down.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through Mu Cheng’s ear, completely catching her off guard.

Mu Cheng gasped, letting out a cry of pain.

Her footing faltered, and with a loud thud, Mu Cheng and the person on her back crashed to the ground together.

Mu Cheng tried to shake her off. “Why are you biting me?! It hurts like hell! Let go! Let go of me!”

Even though Zhong Yingzhi was dazed with fever, she remained as headstrong as ever. She bit down stubbornly, refusing to let go even when she tasted the metallic tang of blood.

Mu Cheng couldn’t shake her off, so she had no choice but to soften her tone. “Fine, it’s my fault! I apologize! I shouldn’t have refused to put you down. I’m sorry. Please, just let go, okay?”

It had no effect. Zhong Yingzhi still wouldn’t release her hold.

The two lay on the ground—one grimacing and yelling in pain, the other biting for dear life. The scene was somewhat farcical.

Faced with this situation, Mu Cheng was both in pain and speechless. “Rotten Pear! Are you just standing there to watch the show? Help me!”

Reminded, Xiao Xiaoli finally snapped out of it. She rushed forward and tried to pry the biting Zhong Yingzhi off. After using every ounce of strength she had, she finally managed to pull her away.

Mu Cheng sat on the ground, clutching her bleeding ear. Her eyes were shimmering with tears; she was in so much pain that they actually started falling. “Is she part dog? Like a mad dog, biting and never letting go. That hurts so much!”

Zhong Yingzhi’s lips were stained with blood. She stared straight at Mu Cheng, her gaze devoid of any warmth, making her look inexplicably intimidating.

She tried to climb up, but her exhausted, weak body couldn’t support her. Her head swayed, and she slumped into a dead faint.

Hearing the commotion outside, the doctor from the infirmary ran out to check.

Doctor Lin wore a white coat and a clean buzz cut; he looked to be in his early thirties.

He ran to Zhong Yingzhi’s side, felt her forehead, and frowned with a serious expression. He quickly called for help to carry her inside.

In the rush, Doctor Lin glanced back at Mu Cheng. “Your ear is injured pretty badly. Come in and get it bandaged first.”

Mu Cheng nodded, clutching her ear, and walked inside.

While the wound was being treated, Mu Cheng suddenly asked, “Doctor Lin, do I need a rabies shot for this?”

Doctor Lin, cleaning the mangled flesh with a cotton swab, replied, “Human bites generally don’t carry the rabies virus.”

Mu Cheng glanced at Zhong Yingzhi, who was lying on the bed receiving an IV for her fever. She said through gritted teeth, “Other people might not carry it, but this person very well might. She’s like a mad dog. I kindly brought her to the infirmary, and she bit me. And not just a nip—she bit me this hard.”

Doctor Lin shook his head with a light laugh. “No need for a rabies shot. But the wound is a bit deep; a tetanus shot is definitely necessary.”

Mu Cheng’s lips twitched, the fire in her heart burning hotter. She cursed, “I should have let her fever turn her into an idiot. Why did I meddle? Wasn’t I having a good time playing my game? Is the game not fun? Why did I have to go looking for trouble?”

After her ear was bandaged, Mu Cheng prepared to leave in a huff. After walking a few meters, she stopped. She looked back and saw Zhong Yingzhi lying all alone on the hospital bed, looking quite pitiful.

Mu Cheng sighed and raised a hand to lightly slap her own face. “Why are you so obsessed with meddling?”

When she slapped her face, she accidentally tugged on the wound on her ear, making her wince in pain.

In the end, she stayed. She sat by the bed, intending to leave only after Zhong Yingzhi’s fever drip was finished.

Halfway through, Zhong Yingzhi woke up. She turned her head and found someone slumped asleep by the bed. The person had gauze wrapped around her ear and was wearing those tacky bright red pajamas, sleeping soundly and occasionally smacking her lips as if she were in the middle of a wonderful dream.

Zhong Yingzhi stared at the gauze on her ear, her eyes dropping, thinking who-knows-what.

The sleeping person’s eyelashes fluttered. She rubbed her eyes, opened them dizzily, and stretched.

Upon opening her eyes and seeing Zhong Yingzhi watching her, Mu Cheng let out a yawn and asked, “Oh, you’re awake. Do you still feel unwell anywhere?”

Mu Cheng reached out to feel Zhong Yingzhi’s forehead to check if the fever had broken, but before her hand could touch her, it was swatted away.

Mu Cheng’s hand was knocked aside. “Hey, you…”

Zhong Yingzhi interrupted her. “I don’t like being touched by others.”

Mu Cheng was exasperated. she took a long breath to calm down. “Fine, fine. I’m too lazy to argue with you about that. Do you see my ear? This layer upon layer of gauze—it’s quite eye-catching. You should be able to see it, right?”

Zhong Yingzhi didn’t even lift an eyelid.

Mu Cheng put her hands on her hips. “You did this. To be precise, you bit me. Do you remember?”

Zhong Yingzhi was indifferent and entirely unapologetic. “I had a fever, not amnesia.”

Mu Cheng blinked, feigning a pleasant surprise. “Oh, Big Sister, you remember! How rare, how rare! You actually remember; that’s truly impressive.”

Zhong Yingzhi sat halfway up, picked up the water on the nightstand, took a sip, and said flatly, “I am not close to you. The title ‘Big Sister’ is inappropriate.”

Mu Cheng’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head. “I don’t expect an apology from you, but I carried you all the way to the infirmary on my back—it was exhausting and thankless work. It wouldn’t be too much for you to say ‘thank you,’ would it?”

Zhong Yingzhi put down the water glass and looked at her, letting out a cold huff. “Why should I say thank you for something I never asked for?”

Talking to her was always like this. Mu Cheng would be hopping mad, ready to curse, while the other woman remained calm and breezy, using a few words to leave her speechless.

Mu Cheng: “You’re great, you’re just great. It’s my fault. Consider it me being a busybody. My ‘Holy Mother’ heart exploded; saving you was just proof that I have a mental problem.”

With that, Mu Cheng stood up furiously. She didn’t care anymore if the woman stayed in the infirmary alone looking pitiful or not—she just stormed off.

The wound on her ear needed the dressing changed every other day. Mu Cheng stood before the mirror on the balcony, clumsily trying to apply the medicine.

Zhong Yingzhi came over to wash up. As she turned on the faucet, she glanced sideways at Mu Cheng.

Mu Cheng, holding the ointment, glared at her. “What are you looking at?”

Zhong Yingzhi retracted her gaze, turned off the tap, wiped her hands with a towel, and turned to leave.

Mu Cheng threw a few punches at her departing back. “I really want to pummel this person.”

While her fists were still flailing in mid-air, Zhong Yingzhi abruptly turned back.

Mu Cheng’s fist froze. Her lip twitched, she lowered her hand, and turned back to the mirror to continue applying the medicine.

Zhong Yingzhi watched her. Mu Cheng was poking the wound too hard occasionally, gasping in pain as she worked.

Zhong Yingzhi’s pale blue eyes darkened. She thinned her lips and, after a moment’s hesitation, walked over.

She took the ointment from Mu Cheng’s hand.

Mu Cheng was stunned. “What are you taking my medicine for?”

Without expression, Zhong Yingzhi squeezed out some ointment and began applying it to the wound on Mu Cheng’s ear.

Mu Cheng shrank back a little. “What’s going on? Did you find a conscience? You’re actually being kind enough to help me apply medicine? Has the sun risen in the west, or are you trying to assassinate me?”

Zhong Yingzhi’s eyes showed impatience. “If you don’t want to continue fumbling with the mirror by yourself, then shut up.”

Mu Cheng was sensible and didn’t chatter further. After all, applying medicine in the mirror alone was extremely inconvenient. If Xiao Xiaoli hadn’t been away today, she wouldn’t have been struggling for so long.

“Be gentle,” Mu Cheng said, feeling uneasy.

Zhong Yingzhi’s eyes turned cold. “I told you not to speak. Do you not understand?”

Mu Cheng nodded and made a gesture of zipping her lips. Since she was currently dependent on the other’s help, she would endure.

The two were very close, face-to-face, so close they could even hear each other’s breathing.

Zhong Yingzhi’s icy-cool fingers lightly touched her ear. The application was very gentle; it didn’t hurt, but it did itch a little.

Mu Cheng sniffed. There was a light, fresh scent of mint on the woman—it smelled quite good.

Since she wasn’t allowed to speak, she could only stare blankly at her. Her waist-length hair was soft and smooth; she had good hair. Those pale blue eyes were like an elf’s—quite pretty. Her deep features were perfectly proportioned. Her personality sucks, but this face is truly beautiful, Mu Cheng thought to herself.

Zhong Yingzhi’s brow furrowed slightly. “Close your eyes.”

“Huh?” Mu Cheng was startled, then took a surprised step back. “Why are you telling me to close my eyes?”

“What? Did you think I was going to kiss you?” Zhong Yingzhi sneered. “It makes me uncomfortable when you stare at me.”

Mu Cheng curled her lip. “Who’s staring at you?”

There was a teddy bear sticker on the balcony’s sliding door. Mu Cheng pointed at it. “I was looking at the doll behind you. Who would want to look at you?”

Zhong Yingzhi let out a cold huff. She didn’t say anything, and it was impossible to tell if she believed her or not.

After finishing the application, Zhong Yingzhi tossed the medicine onto the sink, washed the residue from her hands, and left.

Mu Cheng threw another round of air punches and kicks at her departing back. “How can someone be this annoying? If it weren’t for that dream—wherever it’s real or fake—where you seemed to treat me quite well, I wouldn’t even be speaking to you right now.”

Bad things always come in pairs. Mu Cheng’s ear had only just started to heal when she caught a cold the very next day.

She had a constitution that was prone to colds—hence the constant supply of medicine in her drawer. Zhong Yingzhi had just had a fever and cold, and since they lived in the same dorm, it was very easy for it to spread. It was only natural that Mu Cheng caught it next.

It was one thing to catch a cold, but Mu Cheng’s colds tended to linger for a long time. Runny nose, coughing, feeling light-headed—she had every bad reaction a cold could offer, and medicine didn’t seem to do much.

One day, a brand-new, unopened box of cold medicine suddenly appeared on her desk.

Mu Cheng picked up the medicine and examined it, her face full of confusion. Whose medicine is this? Who put it here?

As if realizing something, she turned her head and looked at Zhong Yingzhi, who was typing away on her laptop, and raised an eyebrow.

Did she send this medicine?