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

"These are my business, none of your concern," Chu Yun said coldly. She suddenly stood up, but because she had been sitting for a long time and the cold wind had made her legs numb, she couldn't help but stagger and almost fell. Fortunately, she quickly grabbed the table and steadied herself.

Xiao Qi'an subconsciously withdrew his outstretched hand, and didn't say another word until Chu Yun brushed past him.

Chu Yun was in a bad mood at the moment, and he couldn't continue to provoke her, so he silently followed behind her.

The wind and snow were raging. Chu Yun hadn't brought an umbrella when she left, and snowflakes quickly fell on her hair and shoulders. Xiao Qi'an also dropped his umbrella.

How heartbroken she must have been to abandon her umbrella and walk in the heavy snow. Xiao Qi'an felt the snowflakes melting on his face, a chilling sensation that made his heart grow cold as well.

Looking at that slender and lonely figure, Xiao Qi'an felt a pang of regret. Had he gone too far and been too cruel to Chu Yun?

But when Xiao Qi'an realized that Chu Yun was going to Gu Huaizhi's pharmacy, all the regret in his heart vanished instantly.

Although Chu Yun was walking step by step into the trap he had set, Xiao Qi'an was not happy. The more Chu Yun followed his plan, the more it proved that she had deep feelings for Gu Huaizhi. Even if Gu Huaizhi broke his promise, she would still disregard her pride and go to ask him for an explanation.

But Chu Yun is such a proud person, she shouldn't bow down for anyone, or even become humble!

Thinking this, Xiao Qi'an's last bit of pity vanished. With a cold face, he followed closely behind Chu Yun, secretly hoping for her to be disappointed again, because that way he could take advantage of her vulnerability.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally arrived at the door of Gu Huaizhi's pharmacy. The pharmacy door was tightly closed, and occasionally a few wisps of faint herbal fragrance wafted out.

Chu Yun stood outside the door and called out, "Gu Huaizhi!"

Her voice was still hoarse. When no one answered, she coughed twice and called out again in a louder voice, "Gu Huaizhi!"

Still, no one answered.

She clenched her fists and stood in the snow for a while. The next moment, she suddenly took a step forward and pounded on the door, shouting as she did so, "Gu Huaizhi, are you there? If you are, come out and see me."

Her voice trembled uncontrollably. Xiao Qi'an could hear the fear and panic in her voice. Seeing that she was knocking on the door to no avail, he simply kicked the door open and rushed in, then followed her into the pharmacy.

The pharmacy was empty except for a bed and the rest of the medicine-making equipment, with various herbs scattered everywhere.

Chu Yun looked around and found nothing suspicious, which basically ruled out the possibility that Gu Huaizhi had been murdered. Her expression grew colder and colder as she searched the house for any clues left by Gu Huaizhi.

Xiao Qi'an walked to a table and found a piece of paper under a vase. He then called out softly, "Miss Wen, come and see."

Chu Yun quickly came over and took the note from Xiao Qi'an's hand.

The note was addressed to Xiao Qi'an: "Qi'an, I am preoccupied with important matters and have to leave without saying goodbye. Please forgive me."

Chu Yun gripped the note tightly until her knuckles turned white, her chest heaving violently as if suppressing her anger.

How could she not be angry? She had waited for so long, only to find that Gu Huaizhi had left without saying goodbye, and the few words he left behind were for someone else.

Was he in such a hurry that he couldn't spare her even a little time? Couldn't he have sent someone to tell her that he couldn't come? Would she have pressured him to come?

Xiao Qi'an remained silent, letting Chu Yun let her thoughts wander. When he saw her expression growing increasingly grim, he spoke up at the opportune moment, "Miss Wen, don't worry. Huai Zhi sometimes does leave notes and leave without saying goodbye for important matters. He'll be back in a few days."

"Something important?" Chu Yun murmured softly.

“Yes, were you waiting for him today? Perhaps things happened so suddenly that he didn’t have time to inform you. If he didn’t have something more important to do, he wouldn’t have left without a word. Miss Wen, please don’t blame him,” Xiao Qi’an said anxiously.

“You’re right, he just has more important things to do. I just don’t understand.” Chu Yun suddenly closed her eyes, her hand loosened, and the note fluttered to the ground. She took a step, stepped over the note, and walked forward dejectedly.

Seeing Chu Yun's pale face, Xiao Qi'an knew that his plan to sow discord had succeeded. He suddenly said, "Miss Wen, you don't look well. Why don't you come back with me first, and I'll call a doctor for you."

Chu Yun ignored him and walked away with unsteady steps. She was like a taut bow that suddenly relaxed and could no longer bear it. After taking a few steps, she suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Xiao Qi'an had no time to hide the joy in his eyes. Seeing this turn of events, he didn't care about anything else. He took a few quick steps and finally caught Chu Yun just as she was about to fall to the ground. He then knelt down on the ground.

He looked down and saw that the woman in his arms was unnaturally pale. She seemed to be in great pain and struggled to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and her eyelashes trembled wildly like a butterfly with broken wings. However, her body was burning hot, and holding her felt like holding a furnace.

Xiao Qi'an couldn't help but frown, and touched Chu Yun's forehead with his large hand, feeling another wave of heat.

Thinking that Chu Yun had waited for several hours in the drafty Chengxin Pavilion and walked alone in the snow, and that she must have finally succumbed to the heat and developed a fever, Xiao Qi'an felt anxious. He picked up Chu Yun and prepared to leave.

"Let me go." He heard the woman in his arms speak in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, pushing against his waist in protest.

"Don't speak, and don't be afraid. I won't let anything happen to you," Xiao Qi'an soothed softly, but held Chu Yun even tighter, making it impossible for her to break free.

She was so thin, her eyes so fragile, as if she would break at any moment. Looking at Chu Yun like this, Xiao Qi'an felt a little breathless. He looked away, not daring to look at her anymore, and wrapped her tightly in his cloak before rushing into the snow.

He didn't want too many people to know what happened today, and he even sent away his guards. Now he regretted it. His legs were still not very convenient, and he was afraid that he would delay Chu Yun's treatment. The more anxious he was, the faster he walked, until his leg bones started to hurt terribly again.

Despite the raging cold wind, he held the person in his arms tightly, protecting them from even a wisp of cold air.

Back in his courtyard, the cold air from walking so fast made Xiao Qi'an's throat sting, rendering him unable to utter a single word, only managing a few monosyllables, "Doctor..."

Fortunately, the servant was quick-witted and understood his meaning. "I'll go and fetch a doctor right away."

Another servant came over, wanting to take Chu Yun from his arms, but Xiao Qi'an refused to give in, stubbornly holding Chu Yun as he walked step by step toward his room.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after placing Chu Yun on the bed, and couldn't help but kneel down beside the bed.