Free Web NovelChapter 762: Chapter 610: Pretentiousness (2)
She remembered that in her last life, she’d once seen a little test online called "Ten Levels of Loneliness, How Many Can You Endure?"
Back then, she casually compared herself to it and realized that for each level and the corresponding situation it described, from one to ten, she had always been alone. In her teens, when she first got gastroenteritis and the pain made her wish she were dead, she called 120 for emergency help by herself; in her twenties, when a lipoma grew on her leg, she went to the hospital alone for the examinations and the surgery; in her thirties, when she died in a car accident, she was still by herself.
One thing after another, she had made it through all on her own.
She even felt that being alone was pretty good.
So much so that in this lifetime, she realized she was actually allergic to being cared about.
Especially when she was sick—whenever her family showed that kind of concerned expression and tone of voice.
Her whole body would feel uncomfortable.
Extremely uncomfortable, the kind that made goosebumps rise all over her.
She’d been like this since she was a child.
She dug down to the root, wanting to know why she had this kind of psychological reaction, and in the end traced it back to her previous life.
She felt that this mentality of hers had probably always been there, just hidden so well that she hadn’t noticed it in time.
Because in her past life, she’d had very few chances to experience what it felt like to be cared for by family when she was sick.
In this life, because her experiences were different, more people cared for and looked after her, and they did so more attentively, so she had the chance to notice this psychological reaction of hers——
Every time this happened, her nerves would tighten on their own, and her emotions would turn sensitive.
So in this life, every time she fell ill, she didn’t want to tell her family.
If it was something she could treat herself, she’d prescribe her own medicine, give herself injections, and then quietly wait to get better.
If it was something she couldn’t handle, she’d hurriedly go to the hospital alone for checkups, get medicine, get injections, and rush to get the illness cured and be done with it.
Because she felt that compared to the suffering of being sick, that feeling of being fussed over by her family, of being cared about in every possible way and carefully tended to, was even more of a torment.
Obviously in this life, when her family cared about her, they were always very earnest, but that cautious tone and expression still made it hard for her to adapt quickly.
Take this car accident for example: when Aunt Ming said she wanted to stay overnight to keep watch, she actually felt a bit uncomfortable with it.
Of course, if Shi Wangyue had been willing, for the sake of his health she would’ve been willing to accept Aunt Ming’s care so that he could get some proper rest.
But she knew him too well; she knew he absolutely, absolutely wouldn’t agree.
Since that was the case, it was better to let Aunt Ming go home.
She analyzed herself and felt that this was just being overly delicate.
If she wasn’t being overly delicate, how come she could accept so many other things, yet couldn’t accept her family’s care?
But when it was Shi Wangyue taking care of her, she had no such issue—probably because she’d gotten used to it.
"I suddenly feel so emotional. Back when we were together, we were always talking about the future and our studies. Who would’ve thought we’d end up like this now." Ning Youguang’s thoughts drifted out of her wild imaginings and returned to reality.
"End up like what?" Shi Wangyue asked curiously.
"The things we talk about every day have gone from ’what we should do next’ to things like ’what do you want to eat for breakfast,’" Ning Youguang said with a soft laugh.
The corners of Shi Wangyue’s mouth finally lifted. "How could I not have thought of this?"
He looked at Ning Youguang, his eyes tired yet shining. "I’ve been thinking about this from a long time ago."
In the still, cold morning light, his voice was gentle and far-reaching, as if it had traveled across distant time, the fundamental sound of primal life energy capable of stepping across the universe and time itself.
It carried within it the power to awaken all things and purify everything.
——"It’s only you who never thought of it."
Yet in that final sentence, Ning Youguang just had to hear a faint trace of grievance.
"..."
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The on-duty doctor had just finished checking on Ning Youguang, and it hadn’t been long since her IV had been started.
Ming Jinxin arrived with one of the household staff. "I got held up a bit at home this morning, so I’m late. You two must be hungry."
"No," Ning Youguang said. "We don’t usually eat breakfast this early anyway."
On a winter morning, a little after eight, the auntie had managed to rush over at this time, having stewed soup through the night and then gotten up at the crack of dawn to make breakfast.
"Auntie, did you barely sleep last night?"
"I slept. The automatic cooker is very convenient, just that the taste is a bit worse."
With the worker there, Ming Jinxin didn’t need to bother with little things like ladling out rice or fetching bowls.
Seeing Shi Wangyue take the soup from the worker and try to feed it to Ning Youguang first,
she promptly said, "Wangyue, you eat first. I’ll feed Youyou."
Then she took the other bowl of soup from the worker’s hands.
Once the worker had laid out all the breakfast items they’d brought on the small table one by one,
she asked Shi Wangyue again, "You two must have a change of clothes from last night. Do you want Xiao Zhang to wash them here for you, or should we take them back home to wash and bring them back once they’re dry?"
Ning Youguang hadn’t expected Auntie to be so meticulous, even bringing someone over to help them wash clothes; that really was a huge convenience.
In such cold weather, she didn’t want feverish Shi Wangyue going out to look for a dry cleaner or washing clothes by hand himself, so she looked over at him. "Wangyue, what do you think is best?"
"Let’s wash them here. Sorry to trouble you," Shi Wangyue said, looking at the Ning family’s worker, Xiao Zhang. "Sorry, there’s no washing machine here."
"It’s fine, Young Master Shi. I often hand-wash clothes for President Ming, Director Ning, and the young master," Xiao Zhang said with a broad smile from the side.
Ming Jinxin had always been particular. Whether in employing people or handling affairs, she had her own set of standards.
Of course, as a boss, her standards were high, but she paid generously enough.
So the Ning family’s workers never felt reluctant about anything they did, and they always did it with care.
Shi Wangyue set down the bowl in his hand, went into the bathroom, took the clothes in the bucket that could be handed over to the worker to wash and left those there, then separated out the ones that couldn’t be given to her and put them away in a storage bag.1314
