Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Yan Huaiji stood still, his chest heaving violently.

Yan Jinyu ignored him and left, catching up with Wang Jianzhi.

It's pointless for Yan Huaiji to stay here alone, especially since his inner darkness has been exposed and he has lost all face.

Worry and resentment pressed against his chest, giving Yan Huaiji a splitting headache, and he could only angrily throw the sword in his hand.

Meanwhile, Wang Jianzhi carried Chu Yun back to their new house.

He called out all the way, and a servant informed Doctor Sun.

Qingyuan and Qingying were deeply worried as they watched Chuyun fall into a coma.

"What's wrong?" Qingyuan asked as she helped Chuyun take off her shoes and socks and tucked her in.

Seeing that Chu Yun's face was pale and her chest was heaving, Qingying knew that she had fallen ill. She hurriedly rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, took out the pills, and threw them into the hot water to dissolve them.

Wang Jianzhi sat on the edge of the bed, supporting Chu Yun against his chest. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were anxious, and his face was dark, making it difficult for anyone to look at him.

Qingying bent down, intending to feed the medicine to Chuyun.

Before she could make a move, Wang Jianzhi gripped her wrist tightly. She looked up and met Wang Jianzhi's dark eyes, feeling as if she had fallen into an endless abyss.

"What is this?" Wang Jianzhi asked coldly.

Chu Yun's physical condition was unclear, and Wang Jianzhi, worried about the unknown nature of the soup, told Chu Yun to drink it.

Qingying trembled, her lips slightly parted, stunned by Wang Jianzhi, unable to utter a single word.

Qingyuan continued, "This is the medicine that Miss usually takes when she is ill. If Miss's illness is mild, taking one pill will be enough. If the illness is severe and she faints for a while, dissolving the pill and taking it will also have some effect."

Qingying nodded hurriedly and echoed, "Yes...yes."

Hearing this, Wang Jianzhi felt relieved and released Qingying's hand, saying, "Hurry up."

Qingying came to her senses, breathed a long sigh of relief, and warmed the medicine spoonful by spoonful before feeding it to Chuyun.

Chu Yun was unconscious, and the medicine could not be fed to her. She would drink a little and then vomit a little, eventually vomiting most of it, all of it on Wang Jianzhi's wedding dress.

Wang Jianzhi disregarded all of this and said to Qingying, "Go and prepare some more medicine."

The bluebird hurriedly left.

At this moment, Doctor Sun arrived and stopped him, saying, "No need, let me take a look."

As he spoke, Doctor Sun took a few steps closer. With a life at stake, he disregarded all formalities and sat down on the edge of the bed, took Chu Yun's hand, and began to take her pulse.

Time ticked by, and everyone in the room held their breath, watching Dr. Sun intently.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Doctor Sun finished taking the pulse.

He released Chu Yun's hand and sighed deeply.

"Miss has been upset and her old illness has been aggravated. I will go and prepare the medicine first. Qingyuan, you all help Miss take another pill to calm her down. Once the medicine is ready, have Miss take it and she will be fine. Just be careful not to upset her or cause her any more grief in the next few days."

After saying this, Doctor Sun got up and left.

With his instructions, Qingyuan and Qingying went to get the pills and poured hot water, respectively.

Wang Jianzhi still held Chu Yun tightly, refusing to let go, as if Chu Yun would disappear if he let go, and only by holding her could he find some peace of mind.

He had never seen Chu Yun fall ill before, and when he suddenly saw her unconscious, he was terrified.

Moreover, if he hadn't exposed the collusion between Song Zhaoming and Yan Huaiji, causing Chu Yun to be further agitated after learning Yan Jinyu's identity, Chu Yun wouldn't have fainted.

A sense of shock and guilt welled up in Wang Jianzhi's heart, causing him great anxiety and pain.

Yan Jinyu also suffered greatly.

He arrived at the new house early and heard a flurry of activity inside, but dared not go in.

Not only was she afraid of upsetting Chu Yun again, but she was also ashamed to face Wang Jianzhi.

Now he truly doesn't know how to face Wang Jianzhi or Chu Yun.

One wrong step leads to another, and he is now at his wit's end, caught between a rock and a hard place.

The concealment of the past has sown the seeds of disaster for today.

This not only hurt Chu Yun's feelings, but also damaged her brotherly relationship with Wang Jianzhi.

The fear of losing everything enveloped Yan Jinyu; he felt as if he were being choked, unable to breathe.

Inside the room, after Chu Yun drank another bowl of medicine, her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her face regained its color.

“My lord, after taking the medicine, Miss needs to get a good night’s sleep. Your clothes are dirty, so you should change them to avoid feeling uncomfortable,” Qingyuan said.

Wang Jianzhi nodded, laid Chu Yun flat on her back on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her completely.

"I'll go change my clothes myself. You all take good care of her," Wang Jianzhi instructed.

Qingyuan and Qingying: "Yes."

Upon reaching the entrance, Wang Jianzhi was taken aback to see Yan Jinyu standing there like a stake.

Yan Jinyu asked with difficulty, "How...is she?"

His voice was hoarse, as if it had rolled on sand and gravel, and every word he spoke was filled with pain.

Wang Jianzhi looked at his beloved elder brother, his eyes reddening.

Ah Yun can like anyone, but why her cousin?

Anyone is fine, except Yan Jinyu!

That was his cousin whom he had admired and relied on since childhood. They supported each other through those dark times, like each other's shadows, entrusting each other with life and death, their blood ties thicker than water.

Wang Jianzhi had already decided that he didn't care who Chu Yun liked. As long as he worked hard, he believed that one day he could move Chu Yun and make her fall in love with him.

But Chu Yun's true love was Yan Jinyu!

If he gets any closer to Chu Yun, wouldn't he be making an enemy of Yan Jinyu?

This is what he doesn't want to see.

Wang Jianzhi also blamed Yan Jinyu for not revealing his identity earlier, which led to the three of them being in such an awkward situation.

The situation is tangled and complicated; Wang Jianzhi doesn't want to face Yan Jinyu right now.

So he said coldly, "She's alright."

After saying that, Wang Jianzhi walked past Yan Jinyu and prepared to leave.

“Jianzhi, let’s talk.” Yan Jinyu suddenly spoke up from behind.

Wang Jianzhi paused in his steps.

He remained stiff and silent.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Alright, come with me."

Yan Jinyu followed his steps, watching Wang Jianzhi's pace, her heart filled with bitterness.

Upon entering the study, Wang Jianzhi and Yan Jinyu sat facing each other.

The two just stared at each other, neither of them speaking first.

Finally, Yan Jinyu spoke first: "Jianzhi, I..."

"Are you Wang Yu?" Wang Jianzhi interrupted Yan Jinyu, speaking coldly.

His usually indifferent eyes were now filled with icy coldness, and Yan Jinyu's heart sank slightly.

He and Wang Jianzhi grew up together. Wang Jianzhi was aloof and indifferent to everyone, but she listened to him very well and never looked at him with such a cold gaze.

The faint thought in Yan Jinyu's mind gradually deepened, and she couldn't suppress it no matter what she did.

His worst fears came true.

In short, he might also like Chu Yun.

This thought grew wildly like seaweed, hooking around Yan Jinyu's heart and causing an overwhelming fear to rise in his chest.

No, Jianzhi, please don't like Chu Yun!

Yan Jinyu prayed in her heart.