The Iceberg Ex-Wife Doesn't Want to Take My Tragic Ending Script (BE Script) - Chapter 5

Shi Xiu declared that she was not very eager to wake up.

Furthermore, she didn’t think Shang Jinyue would be the super-duper beautiful person in her dream world.

Seventeen-year-old Shang Jinyue had already grown into a form similar to her future self—long neck, graceful posture, and radiant complexion. However, not yet having gone through factional strife, her features carried a hint of youthful inexperience, and she exuded a cold, self-composed aura. She even made the standard gray Western-style school uniform look like a tailored private suit.

Looking through the gap where the curtain was pulled back, there were several other people wearing the same uniform as Shang Jinyue. Shi Xiu had the same uniform, too. But none of them wore it as beautifully as Shang Jinyue.

Fine, let’s concede that Shang Jinyue is the super-duper beauty.

Shi Xiu looked at Shang Jinyue one more time, then quickly averted her gaze. Although she admitted the person was beautiful, she didn’t want any further connection with her.

Yet, because of her peculiar actions, she was already entangled with Shang Jinyue.

“You fainted after falling down the stairs. I brought you to the school clinic.”

Perhaps sensing Shi Xiu’s indifference, Shang Jinyue’s explanation was equally distant. She guided Shi Xiu’s sight toward her left ankle, which was already fixed and bandaged.

“You sprained your ankle. Don’t move around too much for now.”

A sprain wasn’t as severe as a fracture, but it still involved injury to the tendons and bones. Although she woke up after the incident, Shi Xiu could still feel the throbbing pain and swelling in her ankle.

Shi Xiu felt that if this didn’t count as an intense stimulus, then only jumping off a building would.

So this is definitely not a dream. She had truly returned to age seventeen!

“Oh, my God,” Shi Xiu exclaimed in disbelief, sighing out loud.

“Now you say ‘Oh, my God,’ why weren’t you careful when you were walking?”

The school doctor, hearing the conversation from the bedside, walked to Shi Xiu’s bed with her hands in her pockets. She looked serious, lecturing Shi Xiu: “Such a tall staircase, and you weren’t paying attention when you walked. Time is so tight in senior year. What would you do if you had broken a bone?”

Yes, time is so tight in senior year, but she had forgotten all her knowledge. Moreover, she had bragged to Guo Xiao that she would rank in the top twenty of the grade, all for Shang Jinyue.

What was she going to do?

Shi Xiu’s head drooped instantly, looking as bitter as a tiny balsam pear just picked from the vine.

The school doctor hadn’t expected this reaction from Shi Xiu and suddenly felt she had spoken too harshly: “Well, don’t be like that. See, you only sprained your ankle. You’re so lucky.”

“No, Teacher, you don’t understand. I’m actually unlucky,” Shi Xiu shook her head bitterly.

Other people’s rebirths come with golden fingers, full of hope, and cheer. Only she was unfortunate. Not only had she forgotten all the knowledge she had learned, but she also had to completely retrace the ten years of life she had just walked.

“You shouldn’t think that way,” the school doctor desperately tried to salvage Shi Xiu’s mindset. “Senior year just started. Only missing a few days won’t matter. And your life is still long. How old are you? Don’t view the college entrance exam as so important…”

Outside the window, a burst of cheers erupted from the sports field. As the school doctor continued to comfort her, Shi Xiu slowly lifted her head.

Yes, her life was still long.

Looking at the future from age twenty-seven was one thing; looking at the future from age seventeen was another.

Furthermore, she was not yet entangled with Shang Jinyue. They weren’t even friends. Her life was still completely in her own hands!

Abandoning her beloved painting just to spend one more year with Shang Jinyue?

Secretly trying to find out Shang Jinyue’s college application choice, and choosing a third-rate management major just to get into Shang Jinyue’s university?

None of that exists now!

She could do what she wanted and choose the university she wanted to attend. The life she was about to restart at twenty-seven could now be completely re-walked at seventeen.

No Shang Jinyue. No pile of firewood. Her burning was only for herself!

Shi Xiu found her new anchor point for living. She sprang up from the bed, sincerely grasped the school doctor’s hand, and said: “Thank you! Your stocks are definitely going to be skyrocketing.”

It was normal for teenagers to have mood swings, but such extreme fluctuations were a first for the school doctor. She struggled to pull her hand out of Shi Xiu’s grip, looking seriously at Shi Xiu: “Young student, have you been feeling unusually excited, with sudden highs and lows in your emotions lately?”

Shi Xiu knew the school doctor thought she was abnormal but wasn’t offended at all, still smiling cheerfully: “I’m fine. Your words enlightened me. I feel like life is full of hope now!”

The girl’s eyes were bright. The setting sun shone in from the window, making her look exceptionally energetic.

Shang Jinyue watched silently from the side until the school doctor handed her the sick leave slip.

“Here, take this.”

The school doctor gave one slip each to Shi Xiu and Shang Jinyue, hinting to them: “Anyway, it’s the last class. It’s not a big deal to miss these ten or twenty minutes. Go home early and rest.”

“Thank you, Teacher,” Shi Xiu eagerly took her sick leave slip. She propped herself up with one hand and swung her sprained foot off the bed. Reborn back to seventeen, of course, she had to go home and see her old house. After all, she hadn’t been back to that house in years.

Shi Xiu wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but as she got off the bed, she thought she saw a shadow—a hand reaching out from Shang Jinyue’s direction, which Shi Xiu instinctively avoided.

“Teacher, can I borrow the school clinic’s crutches? I’ll return them tomorrow,” Shi Xiu felt it would be difficult to hop from the school clinic to the school gate by herself.

“Oh dear, we just had a student who twisted their leg playing soccer this morning… The wheelchair is gone, too. How about I go look for something in the storage room for you?” The school doctor looked troubled and was about to leave.

Shi Xiu quickly stopped her, changing her tone: “No need. It’s only a short distance. I’ll just hop to the gate.”

“Are you sure?” The school doctor was concerned.

“I’m sure,” Shi Xiu nodded. She had experience with this. As she spoke, she put her foot down and demonstrated her flexible hopping to the school doctor. She was genuinely flexible, but it was truly heart-stopping to watch.

The school doctor couldn’t help but stop Shi Xiu: “Alright, alright, stop demonstrating. Be careful not to actually break it.”

“Be careful on your way!”

“Don’t worry.”

Shi Xiu waved her hand, grabbed the medicine prescribed by the school doctor, and walked out. She walked at a leisurely pace. This familiar ease made one suspect she had been sprained like this before.

Yes, on a certain day when she was twenty-six, Shi Xiu came out of the gallery like this. At that time, Shi Xiu had fallen off a ladder while demonstrating her concept to the workers. Coincidentally, her left foot was sprained. The pain made her go completely numb, scaring the workers half to death. After recovering, she smiled habitually and hopped from the gallery to the car by herself.

Afterward, many people messaged Shi Xiu to check on her. Feng Xinyang rushed to her house and yelled at her for being reckless. Shi Xiu lay in bed, enjoying the pig’s trotters soup Feng Xinyang brought her, and smiled as she listened to the scolding. However, during this time, she checked her phone several times. The comfort she most wanted never came. It wasn’t until early the next morning that Shi Xiu received a cold, indifferent text from Shang Jinyue: [Be safe.]

Yes, yes, as if I don’t know to be safe. You heartless machine.

Memory never fails, not even ten years later. Seventeen-year-old Shi Xiu frowned at the things her twenty-something self had experienced. The adolescent urge to rebel made this displeasure particularly strong.

The medicine tablets rattled in the bottle as she walked. Shi Xiu kept moving forward, not noticing a hand reaching out to her. Slender fingers grasped the young girl’s forearm. The thin shirt transferred a cool, gentle warmth.

Shi Xiu looked back blankly and saw Shang Jinyue, who should have parted ways with her, standing in front of her. Shang Jinyue was naturally aloof. Her thick eyelashes were usually cast down, giving off an unwarranted coldness.

However, the corridor lights were warm-toned. Her thin lips were pursed into a cherry-pink line, adding a touch of human warmth that made one’s eyes momentarily waver.

But Shi Xiu knew this wasn’t twenty-seven-year-old Shang Jinyue. Nor would she change her mind because of this person’s friendly gesture.

“What do you want?” Shi Xiu raised her eyes coldly.

“To help you,” Shang Jinyue said succinctly.

“No need,” Shi Xiu didn’t want Shang Jinyue’s help. Shang Jinyue wasn’t helpful in the past, and she didn’t need her now.

Shi Xiu refused, moving around Shang Jinyue’s hand that held her arm. She hobbled along, the rattling of the medicine bottle serving as her background music.

This was the second time today that Shang Jinyue’s hand had been moved away by Shi Xiu. The light in the corridor shone warmly on Shang Jinyue’s hand, making the moment feel real yet jarring. Shang Jinyue stared fixedly at her own hand. Between her fingers was the sight of Shi Xiu’s back, moving farther and farther away.

After confirming that Shi Xiu had truly rejected her, she immediately stepped forward: “Shi Xiu, what are you doing?”

Shi Xiu didn’t know why, but Shang Jinyue’s tone felt familiar. But she only glanced casually at Shang Jinyue, still walking unhurriedly: “Going home.”

“I said I would help you.”

“And I said no need.”

Shang Jinyue was insisting. Shi Xiu still refused.

The young girl’s dark pupils showed confusion: “Did I upset you somehow?”

“No,” Shi Xiu shook her head. Not seventeen-year-old you, but twenty-seven-year-old you.

She looked at Shang Jinyue’s undisguised emotions, her expression distant. She knew she shouldn’t take out her frustration on this version of Shang Jinyue, but she didn’t want any further connection with her either.

“I just think it’s unnecessary,” Shi Xiu said.

The moment she signed the divorce agreement, Shi Xiu had wondered what their next meeting would be like. She had wanted to be impeccably dressed, creating the image that her life was much more than Shang Jinyue, and that she could live better without her.

But in reality, when she stood with Shang Jinyue again, looking at this seventeen-year-old who wasn’t yet her ex-wife, all she had in her mind was a calm counter-question: “If I can walk there by myself, why should I bother you?”

“Shang Jinyue, I’m used to being alone.”

Throughout those long years of separation, time felt dead. Shi Xiu had grown used to being by herself. She looked directly into Shang Jinyue’s eyes without reservation, finished what she wanted to say, and turned to leave.

It was only a short walk to the school clinic lobby. Sunlight flooded the exit. Shi Xiu felt Shang Jinyue wouldn’t follow her and slowed her pace to let her injured ankle rest.

So, she didn’t see the exceptionally grim expression on Shang Jinyue’s face behind her. The sick leave slip was crumpled in Shang Jinyue’s hand, quickly turning into a wrinkled mess.

Ning City’s autumn was not cold. The wind blowing through the passage was warm. But that wind felt cold to Shang Jinyue. The wrinkled sick leave slip became somewhat distorted, mirroring the fingernails digging into her palm.

She was probably feeling just as distorted.

When she heard Shi Xiu use her name to say she was used to being alone, Shang Jinyue felt her heart tremble.

A slow, dragging pace and a fast, high-frequency pace overlapped, more unexpected than the wind. Shi Xiu was still walking slowly toward the door when the hand that had just held her wrist reached out again.

This time, Shang Jinyue was quicker than before. She grasped Shi Xiu’s arm with one hand and took the medicine Shi Xiu was carrying in the other. The tablets rattled urgently. Shi Xiu subconsciously tried to pull away from Shang Jinyue’s hand.

But she couldn’t break free. Shang Jinyue held her silently and stubbornly. Just like that afternoon when they went home together yesterday.

Shi Xiu looked at Shang Jinyue in confusion. Shang Jinyue returned her gaze with silence. Sunlight cast a film of light over their eyes, obscuring both their thoughts. Shang Jinyue’s palm warmth seeped through the shirt, gradually layering onto Shi Xiu’s arm. She didn’t speak, simply insisted on helping Shi Xiu move forward.

Shi Xiu also didn’t want to talk to Shang Jinyue. The impression that communication was useless had been etched into Shi Xiu’s subconscious, eliminating her desire to talk. She knew Shang Jinyue too well: this person had always been like this—once she decided on something, she would stubbornly follow through, disregarding others’ feelings.

She just hadn’t expected seventeen-year-old Shang Jinyue to be no different from her twenty-seven-year-old self.

Forget it. The school clinic wasn’t far from the school gate. They would be out in a few steps. She would have no further contact with Shang Jinyue once she got into the car. There was no point wasting time here.

It wasn’t yet dismissal time, and the large school was empty. Shi Xiu deliberately maintained a distance from Shang Jinyue. The sunlight reflecting off the brick path looked like a silver river between their shadows on the ground.

As dismissal time neared, cars for picking up students were already parked at the school gate. Shi Xiu quickly spotted her familiar car among the vehicles, endured the last bit of contact with Shang Jinyue, and walked toward it.

Just as Shi Xiu pulled the car door open, she heard Shang Jinyue’s voice from the side: “Shi Xiu, that’s my family’s car.”

Shi Xiu froze.

Looking at the door she had opened, she finally noticed her own family’s car flashing its lights frantically at her from the moment she left the clinic. Over the years, she and Shang Jinyue had become so accustomed to riding in the same car that it was almost second nature. And this car happened to look nearly identical to the one she and Shang Jinyue shared, which lowered her guard.

Holy hell.

Shi Xiu calmly withdrew her hand, mumbled “Ang” and offered a belated thank you: “I know. That was me thanking you for helping me today.”

“It was no trouble,” Shang Jinyue slightly nodded. Her emotion was light, seemingly accepting Shi Xiu’s explanation.

Shi Xiu quickly pulled her arm out of Shang Jinyue’s grasp, took her medicine, and said: “I’m leaving.”

Not ‘goodbye’. Even though they would be deskmates tomorrow, she didn’t want to see Shang Jinyue again today.

The sunset fell into Shi Xiu’s eyes, like a searing flame, and also carrying the chill of complete detachment.

Shang Jinyue stood in place, watching. The hand that had supported Shi Xiu throughout the walk still held her warmth. Before the cool wind could blow it away, the owner clenched it tight and tucked it into her pocket.

The Shi family car slowly drove past the school section, flashing a greeting—both warm and indifferent—as it drove away.

Shang Jinyue felt lost.