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

“Miss Wen, my feelings for you are genuine. Please give me a chance,” Xiao Qi’an said again.

Chu Yun bit her lower lip and said with difficulty, "I... I'm very confused right now and I don't want to think about these things."

"Alright, I won't force you." Xiao Qi'an gave a bitter smile, and quickly changed the subject, "You're still not well, I'll have someone come in and wipe you down, that way you'll feel better at night."

After saying that, he seemed unable to bear Chu Yun's rejection any longer and fled in panic, his steps unsteady and disordered.

As Chu Yun watched Xiao Qi'an's retreating figure, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "His acting is superb!"

The maid he sent to wipe Chu Yun's body was also an excellent actress.

The maid had a very pleasant voice. As she soaked the handkerchief in the water, she gave Chu Yun a sweet smile and said casually, "Young Master really cares about you, Miss. He carried you all the way back, and when you were unconscious, he personally washed your face and wiped your hands. He stayed by your side for several hours without even giving you a meal."

The maid looked at the beautiful woman on the bed, slightly taken aback, and asked hesitantly, "You mean the young master has been taking care of me?"

Complex emotions swirled in the woman's clear eyes, as if she hadn't quite grasped the situation. The maid continued, "Indeed, if the young lady doesn't wake up soon, I'm afraid the young master's health will suffer if he continues to stay by her side like this."

"I see." The maid heard Chu Yun murmur softly.

Chu Yun stopped asking questions, and the maid didn't say anything more, otherwise it would seem deliberate. So she wrung out the water from the handkerchief, walked slowly to Chu Yun's side, and wiped her cheeks.

Even though she had wiped Chu Yun's body several times, she still couldn't help but exclaim: Miss Wen's skin was like solidified cream, slender and perfectly proportioned. As a woman, she couldn't help but blush when she saw Miss Wen's body. No wonder the young master was infatuated with Miss Wen.

After the maid cleaned Chu Yun's face, Chu Yun stopped letting her serve her, saying, "I feel much better now, you can leave now."

The maid lowered her head and replied, "Yes." She put away the handkerchief, picked up the basin of water, curtsied, and took her leave, but was stopped by Chu Yun just as she was about to walk out the door.

"Wait, please convey my gratitude to the young master for me." In the dim firelight, the maid saw that Chu Yun's beautiful face was flushed, a few strands of hair fell on her forehead, and her lips were full and red because they were wet. The maid's pupils contracted slightly, and she said "Okay" repeatedly before running out quickly.

When she saw Xiao Qi'an, who had been waiting outside, the blush on the maid's face slowly faded, and she reported word by word: "I have told you what the young master asked me to say, and you asked me to convey your thanks to the young master."

Thinking of Chu Yun's final expression, the maidservant added as if possessed, "I think the young lady also cares about the young master."

Xiao Qi'an responded with an "Oh," and then asked, "You think Miss Wen cares about me? What makes you say that?"

"The young lady spoke with great shyness. As a woman myself, I am naturally more perceptive of women's thoughts. Miss Wen must care about the young master," the maid replied.

Xiao Qi'an remained noncommittal, but couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile that he couldn't suppress. "Go down and collect your reward, double the amount."

"Yes, thank you, young master."

*

The next day, Chu Yun's fever subsided, and after having breakfast, she prepared to return to her room.

Xiao Qi'an rushed over upon hearing the news. "Miss Wen, you haven't fully recovered yet. Why don't you stay here for now?"

Chu Yun shook her head. "Young Master, I've already troubled you enough yesterday. I'm really sorry. Besides, I have some things to do, so I really should go."

"What do you need to do? I'll go with you. You're still weak, and I'm worried about you," Xiao Qi'an said hurriedly.

Chu Yun remained silent for a moment, then relented under Xiao Qi'an's persistent gaze, "Alright, it's nothing serious, you can come if you want."

Xiao Qi'an smiled and followed Chu Yun out the door.

Just as Xiao Qi'an had expected, Chu Yun, despite her illness, was going to find the maid who had delivered the letter that day to confirm whether the letter had been delivered to Gu Huaizhi.

The maid insisted that she had personally brought the letter into the pharmacy, and even told Gu Huaizhi that Chu Yun had specially sent him the letter, urging him to take a look.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yun stumbled, but Xiao Qi'an quickly caught her. He looked at Chu Yun with concern and said, "Miss Wen, what's wrong? Is there something urgent with Huai Zhi? I've already sent someone to ask the guards at the manor, and they said that Huai Zhi left the manor at 3:45 AM yesterday. If you really have something to say, just tell me, and I will definitely help you."

He seemed oblivious to everything, stabbing Chu Yun in the heart once more. Chu Yun gave a bleak smile, "I'm fine, just a little dizzy, Young Master. I'd like to go back to my room to rest."

Xiao Qi'an held her hand tightly, saying, "You're too weak right now, I'll take you back."

Without saying a word, he placed Chu Yun's hand on his shoulder, put his arm around her waist, and picked her up.

No matter how much Chu Yun struggled, Xiao Qi'an refused to let go. In the end, Chu Yun lost her temper, turned her face slightly away, and said in a huff, "Whatever."

Xiao Qi'an carried Chu Yun all the way back to her room. After placing Chu Yun on the soft couch, he was as attentive as if she were in his own courtyard. He ordered a maid to tidy up Chu Yun's room inside and out, replacing the somewhat stiff quilt with an extremely soft cotton quilt, and covering the previously bare floor with a thick carpet...

Watching the maids bustling in and out, Chu Yun sighed helplessly and scolded, "What are you doing?"

“You need to recuperate, so we can’t neglect anything. Let’s rearrange the room so you’ll be more comfortable,” Xiao Qi’an said with a smile.

Looking at his tender eyes, Chu Yun suddenly spoke up, "Now I think, perhaps your suggestion isn't entirely unfeasible."

Xiao Qi'an froze, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "What proposal? You mean you're willing to marry me?"

Seeing that Chu Yun remained silent, Xiao Qi'an said again, "Don't stay silent, I haven't misunderstood, have I?"

He stepped forward, so excited he almost grabbed Chu Yun's hand.

Chu Yun then looked up at him. "What I mean is, the cooperation you mentioned is quite good. Anyway, feelings are unreliable. Perhaps shared interests will make us trust each other more. Besides, I trust the young master's character."

Chu Yun's words were straightforward, and she didn't seem to be trying to woo Xiao Qi'an. But Xiao Qi'an didn't care about any of that. He only knew that Chu Yun was willing to marry him. He finally stopped holding back and took Chu Yun's hand. "A-Yun, thank you for being willing to marry me."

Chu Yun smiled and looked at him. "So happy? I may not be able to give you the kind of relationship you want, at least not now."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all. As long as you're willing to marry me, I won't care about anything else." He was so happy that his voice trembled.