You! Can’t!
Frankly speaking, Ning Yi’s feet were indeed quite beautiful.
Fair, soft, with rounded, healthy nails—a detail that might be considered charming in the context of marital affection.
The issue was… How did the situation in the dark escalate to this? Wasn’t this a bit too stimulating, Eldest Young Master?
Ning Yi: *Hehe.*
When she kicked out earlier, her shoe accidentally flew off.
She hadn’t expected it to hit Gu Cheng’s hand—after all, why was Gu Cheng suddenly reaching out?
Could it be he wanted to hold her hand?
Gu Cheng being that considerate? Really? I don’t buy it.
She glanced at Gu Cheng’s expression. It was entirely inscrutable, but his tightly drawn features practically screamed, I don’t want to talk about it.
Ning Yi discreetly asked in her mind, “Did I kick you too hard, hubby?”
Gu Cheng was silent for a few seconds. “No.”
From afar, Wang Wu approached with her small leather shoe, holding it with the utmost seriousness. “Madam, your shoe.”
He didn’t dare look in Gu Cheng’s direction—what if this was just some intimate playful interaction between husband and wife?
Gu Cheng closed his eyes briefly, as if willing himself to reset. When he reopened them, his expression was calm and composed.
Then, without a word, he bent down and helped Ning Yi put her shoe back on.
Ning Yi stood upright again, stretching her wrist and ankle, and smiled at the group. “Sorry for the commotion. My husband’s fine; all is well.”
The assistants and bodyguards nodded fervently.
—Truly, Madam’s shout in the dark earlier was heartfelt. Very touching.
Such a good wife, Eldest Young Master must cherish her!
Ning Yi: Yes, cherish me—with big diamonds!
Gu Cheng remained expressionless, unwilling to linger in the awkward atmosphere. He turned and headed toward the meeting room to handle his multimillion-dollar project. A cluster of assistants and secretaries scrambled to follow.
Suddenly, a crisp voice called from behind him.
“Hubby!”
Ning Yi approached with a radiant smile, holding out something thin between two fingers.
“Here, take this.”
Gu Cheng accepted it and turned it over.
A disinfectant wipe.
Ning Yi: Hehe, a small act of petty revenge.
Gu Cheng: “…”
Gu Cheng: “Thank you.”
Fine.
Though this attempt failed, at least he confirmed one thing: to trigger a body swap, the physical contact had to be between the same body part.
Hand-to-hand contact was necessary.
Hand-to-foot didn’t work.
…
Shortly after Gu Cheng left, Ning Yi received a message from Gu Zhisong on her phone.
[Is anyone nearby? Make sure no one sees the screen.]
[The lights went out on the 28th floor just now? Did something happen to Gu Cheng? Did you catch anyone?]
Ning Yi was deeply amused by Gu Zhisong’s espionage tone.
She decided to stick to her role as a pay-to-play information provider. No answers without a deposit.
Evidently, Gu Zhisong believed she was struggling internally, reluctant to betray Gu Cheng further. Without hesitation, he transferred 100,000 yuan.
Only then did Ning Yi deign to move her fingers: [Yes.]
Pay-per-question is such easy money!
Gu Zhisong smirked coldly as he read her reply.
This shallow woman was practically in their pocket.
Gu Cheng, dragging her around everywhere, had basically turned her into a glaring weak spot.
Next, they would tighten their psychological hold on her, ensuring she siphoned more corporate secrets and intelligence.
Start with suppression.
Gu Zhisong fired off a series of messages:
[You’re still by Gu Cheng’s side because you helped him a bit while he was unconscious. But do you know about Miss Wen, the young lady of the Wen family? She grew up with Gu Cheng, a true noblewoman.]
[Do you think she came back for nothing? If you’re not foolish, you’ll understand.]
[So, what are your odds? While you’re still by Gu Cheng’s side, make yourself useful. That’s the only way you’ll have a comfortable life later. Think it over.]
To top it off, he sent another 50,000 yuan as hush money.
Ning Yi: Hmm, thought it over. Not bad, a little heavy.
From afar, she could see Gu Zhisong giving her a threatening look, shadowed with malice.
Feigning a panicked expression outwardly, she turned her head and began grumbling to Gu Cheng internally.
“Hubby, your bitter melon uncle says you’re about to marry someone else and throw me out to starve and sleep on the streets.”
“Hubby, would you really do that?”
“Hubby?”
Gu Cheng surveyed the faces of the people in the meeting room.
Everyone was holding their breath.
The moment Eldest Young Master stopped mid-sentence, nobody dared exhale, all awaiting his next word.
“Hubby? Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?”
Gu Cheng internally warned her, exhausted: “If you keep talking, I just might.”
Ning Yi: Heh, I knew you were heartless!
Like me!
Seems I’ll need to exploit him more.
—
At the airport.
A flight from abroad had just landed.
In the high society circles of A City, whispers were already stirring in group chats.
[Did you hear? Wen Zheli is back!]
[She must’ve been planning this since Gu Cheng woke up, but she waited until her overseas design projects were done to return.]
[Haha, Gu Cheng’s “wife” is finished. What does Ning Yi have to compete with Miss Wen? Family background? Career? Hilarious!]
[This will be entertaining—]
Ding Ziyue was also closely following news about Wen Zheli. She had harboured disdain for her since three years ago!
Back then, before Gu Cheng’s accident, Ding Ziyue hadn’t yet ceded the “fiancée” title to Ning Yi. The childhood betrothal to the Gu family had earned her admiration in their circles. Wen Zheli, however, had been Gu Cheng’s childhood friend and university peer abroad, making her a naturally special figure!
While neither had received excessive favour from Gu Cheng, they had been covertly comparing themselves in every aspect!
[I heard Wen Zheli immediately joined the CMore platform after returning. Her verified profile says “Designer at her own studio.” Wow, impressive.]
Ding Ziyue clenched her teeth.
That woman clearly meant business, delivering a bold first move right upon her return!
Ding Ziyue’s CMore verification merely stated “Ding Family Heiress,” but Wen Zheli flaunted her titles and credentials—though that studio was backed by her family anyway!
Fuming, Ding Ziyue found solace by thinking of Ning Yi.
At least Ning Yi is beneath us all.
What career could Ning Yi possibly have?
Ding Ziyue smiled smugly as she opened her own CMore profile, admiring her skyrocketing comments and likes. Her brother had invested millions in marketing her recently, and her account was approaching one million followers!
Though still far from Lin Yi ge’s level as a celebrity actor, she was undoubtedly the most prominent figure in the socialite circle! Ding Ziyue’s lips curled into a proud smile.
Joining this platform early was the right move. CMore has become a trendy social medium among young people, and my charmed life will only continue to garner envy.
And Ning Yi?
Pathetic.
—
Meanwhile, Ning Yi was engrossed in building a system framework.
The programming team, a squad of elite coders, was hard at work.
Following the explosive success of the Survival Apocalypse event, CMore’s potential as a live-streaming platform had drawn attention.
The CMore platform’s live-streaming capabilities, praised for their smooth and innovative user experience, have become the foundation of a new commercial ecosystem. With exciting interactive features and visually stunning gift animations, it’s a money-making machine waiting to explode.
The biggest highlight: A popular streamer with millions of followers expressed interest in joining the platform. Known for excelling at apocalyptic survival games and zombie-slaying simulations, this streamer never screamed or faltered, earning the nickname “Someone from the Apocalypse” among fans. After watching the CMore Survival Apocalypse live-stream, they contacted Zhao Weining, eager to meet the mysterious platform creator, 01.
Ning Yi, with her legs crossed while furiously coding, dismissed it without a thought: “No.”
She had millions to her name now. She couldn’t just meet anyone who asked!
Zhao Weining agreed wholeheartedly. Their boss wasn’t someone mere mortals could summon, so he turned down Wander, the famous gaming streamer.
Ning Yi, absorbed in her two-monitor setup, spent the day hammering out code. By evening, her program was up and running. Victory felt sweet, and she handed the remaining minor tweaks to her team, earning a chorus of grateful groans.
[Boss! You’re my saviour!]
[Ahhhh, our goddess! My reborn parent!]
[Boss, how are you this powerful?!]
With a casual wave, Ning Yi basked in her glory, recalling the harsh conditions of the apocalypse that honed her skills. Only after everything settled did she remember something.
“Wait, what was that streamer’s name again?”
“Wander. Super handsome, by the way.”
Wander? That name rang a bell.
Years ago… wasn’t there someone she knew with the same name?
Putting the thought aside, Ning Yi finally noticed how famished she was. She flopped onto her chair to conserve energy and reached for her phone to call the home chef. Before she could dial, she suddenly found herself in an elegant private dining room.
The atmosphere was serene. One wall featured a scenic design with a small bridge, flowing water, and pine trees. On the table sat a sumptuous spread of steaming Huaiyang cuisine: delicate tofu soup, crab roe meatballs, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish—visually stunning and clearly the work of a high-end private chef.
Looking at the slender, elegant hand near the chopsticks, she realized she’d swapped into Gu Cheng’s body again. It was another remote switch.
But that wasn’t the point.
The point was—
“Gu Cheng! You’re sneaking off to eat without me?!”
In her mind, Ning Yi’s voice echoed indignantly: “Husband! Traitor!”
Gu Cheng: “…”
He had just finished a business meeting and had already instructed his assistant to bring her over.
This ungrateful woman.
After the switch, Gu Cheng looked down and noticed his own body slouched in front of a computer. The keyboard had visible smudges from her aggressive typing.
Gu Cheng: Just how intense was she playing that game?
—
Meanwhile, in Ning Yi’s borrowed body, her indignation quickly gave way to greed. The food on the table looked divine. She was ready to forgive him, except… the Huaiyang cuisine leaned on the sweet and light side. If only there were a spicier dish to round it off!
The private dining room was utterly silent—this kind of upscale establishment respected guests’ privacy. Ning Yi searched but couldn’t find a service bell, so she wheeled herself out to look for staff.
The moment she stepped into the hallway, she heard familiar footsteps.
What a small world,*she thought. In a world revolving around the female lead, coincidences like these were bound to happen.
—
Ding Ziyue spotted “Gu Cheng” and her face lit up instantly.
For the past two days, she’d been sulking over Wen Zheli’s high-profile return. Now, encountering Gu Eldest Young Master felt like fate’s favour.
“Eldest Young Master Gu…” Ding Ziyue quickened her pace to approach him.
Since their last interaction outside the villa during the Survival Apocalypse, they hadn’t had a chance to speak. This was her moment.
Coincidentally, she’d had a spat with Jiang Linyi earlier because he couldn’t accompany her to an event, leaving her in a foul mood. Now, standing before Gu Cheng, her heart filled with tender longing.
Eldest Young Master Gu is the kind of man who would never argue with anyone.
To be cherished by him would be to ascend to heaven itself.
Meanwhile, inside Gu Cheng’s body, Ning Yi thought:
“Why are you looking at me like this? I can’t even order food now, brother.”
Ding Ziyue looked tenderly at “Gu Cheng” and asked, “Eldest Young Master, would you like me to push your wheelchair?”
Ning Yi: ? Didn’t you say last time that I looked like a nanny when I pushed it?
This little thing really had two faces.
Ning Yi replied plainly, “No need.”
Even after being coldly rejected, Ding Ziyue remained undeterred and was about to say something when a soft voice interjected—
“Ziyue, you still haven’t changed. Always so eager to cozy up to people.”
Ning Yi turned her head and saw a completely unfamiliar face, standing rather close.
Instinctively, she asked, “Who are you?”
The room fell silent.
The woman was also stunned.
Ding Ziyue, however, broke into a laugh she clearly tried but failed to suppress. “Hahaha!”
She struggled to manage her expression but was clearly enjoying herself, her face twisting slightly as she glanced at “Gu Cheng” and Wen Zheli, the newcomer.
“Zheli, you’ve been away so long that Eldest Young Master doesn’t even recognize you anymore. Hahaha!”
It was only then Ning Yi realized—Oh!
Oops, my bad. Really didn’t know you!
No wonder Ding Ziyue was here; clearly, the war between her and Wen Zheli was about to start, just as described in that brainless romance novel’s plot.
Ding Ziyue, though initially upset that Wen Zheli had witnessed her rejection, now felt everything was worth it tonight!
Wen Zheli had just returned to the country and already made such a fool of herself—and Ding Ziyue was lucky enough to witness it first-hand!
Delighted, Ding Ziyue cheerfully bid “Gu Cheng” farewell and practically skipped off to share the juicy story with her social circle.
Even Ning Yi could feel the unbridled joy radiating from her face.
Wen Zheli, meanwhile, looked visibly displeased.
She didn’t believe for a second that Gu Cheng didn’t recognize her or had forgotten her. After all, no one else in the world shared the deep bond she had with him.
Gu Cheng had always been cold and solitary, and she was the one who had spoken the most with him in his life.
Even now, though Gu Cheng sat in a wheelchair with a bone-conduction headset to aid his hearing, his kingly aura was as strong as ever. His handsome and calm demeanour naturally commanded awe and respect.
Wen Zheli rationalized: He must be angry with me.
After all, she had been abroad all these years while he lay bedridden. If he were upset, it only proved that he still cared.
Anger means feelings. Wen Zheli saw this as a positive sign.
As for his wife? Wen Zheli had already done her research. The woman lacked both a prominent family background and personal accomplishments. There was no way Gu Cheng could genuinely value her. Clearly, this was an arranged marriage orchestrated by Song Lan while Gu Cheng was incapacitated and unable to intervene.
But now, the woman most suited to him was back.
She quickly composed herself, speaking softly yet meaningfully to “Gu Cheng.”
“In a couple of days, I’ll visit with my father.”
Ning Yi thought, Great, the more people, the more dishes. Awesome.
Wen Zheli continued, her gaze tinged with purpose. “And at the jewellery exhibition, you must come. One of my designs will be showcased.”
Having said just enough, she turned and left gracefully.
Meanwhile, down the hallway, Gu Cheng—currently in Ning Yi’s body—had just climbed the stairs.
Wen Zheli saw him but didn’t stop or acknowledge him. Clearly, someone like “Ning Yi” wasn’t worth her attention.
They passed each other indifferently.
True, she was beautiful.
But Gu Cheng wasn’t shallow enough to fall for just a pretty face.
Gu Cheng glanced briefly at Wen Zheli.
Familiar, he thought, but it’s been years. Not important.
Without much thought, he approached Ning Yi.
“Why aren’t you inside?” he asked.
“I want to add a dish,” Ning Yi replied.
“Call the waiter next time.”
Their voices faded as they re-entered the private room.
Wen Zheli paused slightly, interpreting his words as being deliberately spoken for her benefit.
That evening, an extra spicy dish, mouth-watering chicken, was added to their table.
Ning Yi worked diligently for an entire day and rewarded herself generously with the dishes her husband had ordered, planning to eat her fill and then go home for a glorious ten-hour nap.
Watching her devour the food with fervor, Gu Cheng couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
Ning Yi was either lounging or gaming most of the time—why was she always so hungry?
Perplexed, he pushed the dish she seemed to enjoy the most closer to her side of the table.
Just then, Ning Yi choked on a chili pepper and instinctively grabbed Gu Cheng’s hand. “Husband—water!”
Gu Cheng’s hand paused briefly.
The touch was sudden and unexpected.
And in the next moment, he was back in his own body.
Ning Yi: “Huh?”
Now it was Gu Cheng’s turn: “Cough, cough—water!”
Ning Yi, now free of the choking sensation, happily handed him a glass of water.
“Ah, so we’re randomly switching back now?” she mused. “This husband is so useful—always ready to step in!”
Gu Cheng took a few sips of tea to regain his composure.
Using a handkerchief, he wiped the corner of his lips, his dark eyes—tinged with a faint bluish hue—settling quietly on Ning Yi.
Ning Yi, completely oblivious, was back to enjoying her meal.
So… she hadn’t realized yet. Physical contact—specifically hand-to-hand contact—could trigger the body switch.
Gu Cheng’s lips curved into a faint, cool smile.
For the first time since the body-swapping started, he felt like he’d gained a clear upper hand.
It was almost… satisfying.
“Husband, get me a lion’s head meatball!” Ning Yi chirped, interrupting his thoughts.
The smile vanished instantly.
“Who do you think you’re ordering around?” Gu Cheng asked coldly, his expression as icy as ever.
Then, still coldly, he picked up the meatball with his chopsticks and placed it onto her plate.
“No one’s fighting you for food,” he added.
Watching her eat was like witnessing a famine survivor.
Who knew where this appetite came from?
After finishing the meal, Gu Cheng had to return to the office. Ning Yi, exhausted from working all day, only wanted to collapse into bed, so the driver was instructed to take her back home first.
Upon entering the Gu family estate, Ning Yi encountered Song Lan, whom she hadn’t seen in days.
Song Lan had been utterly swamped preparing for the upcoming jewellery exhibition.
The Song family was a long-standing name in the domestic jewellery industry, with Song Lan herself being an expert in jewellery design and appraisal. Her personal collection was vast and prestigious. Over the past few years, she had supported Old Gu through the family’s storms. With Gu Cheng now awake and back in charge, Song Lan could finally focus on her jewellery endeavours.
This exhibition was set to be a grand event in City A.
Because of her busy schedule, Song Lan hadn’t yet had a chance to sit down and dine with Ning Yi since her and Gu Cheng’s return from Biyu Cloud Villa.
“Xiao Yi, come here, let me take a look at you!” Song Lan called out warmly.
“Mom,” Ning Yi greeted obediently.
Song Lan carefully examined her daughter-in-law’s face. She didn’t look thinner—clearly, she had been eating well. Ning Yi’s face was naturally petite, her figure slender. With just a slight touch of fullness, her features appeared bright and vibrant, perfectly balanced.
For the jewellery exhibition, Song Lan had invited a group of models to showcase the Song family’s pieces on the runway. Thanks to the backing of the Gu family, they even had the budget to bring in big-name celebrities.
But no matter how Song Lan looked at it, none of the models her secretary found could compare to the elegance and charm of her daughter-in-law.
So, Song Lan proposed that Ning Yi wear some of the jewellery pieces and walk the runway. It didn’t have to be overly professional—the main focus was showcasing the jewels.
“And afterward, I’ll gift you the jewellery as a present. How does that sound?” Song Lan asked with a smile.
Ning Yi immediately lit up. “Great idea!”
The exhibition pieces were valued at hundreds of thousands, if not millions. Hiring ten models wouldn’t cost as much as just one of these sets.
Sob sob, my mother-in-law is amazing!
Unlike that stingy husband who always talks about “value.”
Gu Cheng, who do you even think you are?!
However, Ning Yi’s thoughts soon drifted to the original novel’s plotline. At this point in the story, the abusive original Ning Yi had already begun facing severe retaliation from Gu Cheng. She was kicked out of the Gu family, and with the Ning family unwilling to take her back, she resorted to stealing the jewellery Song Lan planned to exhibit.
Now, the story had completely changed. Still, Ning Yi wondered—how much of the residual plotline would persist? After all, this world seemed inherently designed to favour the female lead.
Song Lan, oblivious to Ning Yi’s musings, was thoroughly satisfied as she looked at her daughter-in-law.
Ning Yi stood tall at 170 cm, and with heels, she would be even more striking. If Gu Cheng were to stand beside her—at his full height of 188 cm—the two would form the perfect golden height ratio.
They’re such a perfect match!
Song Lan sighed wistfully, her only worry being: When will Cheng’s legs recover…
As Song Lan thought about it, she remembered something rather important. Lowering her voice slightly, she leaned closer to Ning Yi and asked, “Xiao Yi, when you and Ah Cheng stayed at the Biyu Cloud Villa, did you… share a room?”
Elegant and composed as Song Lan always was, asking such a personal question made her a bit uncomfortable. But as a mother, it concerned the future of her son and daughter-in-law, so she pressed on despite her embarrassment.
Ning Yi, on the other hand, felt no embarrassment at all!
What’s the big deal?
“Yes, Mom,” she answered matter-of-factly.
“And, you two…”
Ning Yi waved her hand and covered her mouth as if sharing a juicy secret. “Oh, he’s not capable of that!”
Since the storyline hadn’t progressed to the point where Gu Cheng’s lower body had fully recovered, Ning Yi naturally assumed this included *everything* down there. Sharing a bed with him was as safe as lying next to a log.
Song Lan: “Ah…”
Although she’d expected this answer, it still made her a bit sad. To Song Lan, Gu Cheng’s full recovery seemed uncertain—unlike Ning Yi, who knew the future and that Gu Cheng would eventually regain his full strength and capabilities.
Feeling a pang of sympathy for her disappointed mother-in-law, Ning Yi decided to help out in her own way. After all, Song Lan was so kind to her—it was only right to give back a little effort.
Although her husband could be a stubborn old mule, she resolved to do her best to help him recover.
Gu Cheng might be busy dealing with traitorous subordinates, keeping up appearances, and fending off the onslaught of scheming side characters, but someone had to handle his rehabilitation!
The legs? Tough task.
But his ears? That, she could work on.
As for the lower half… well, they could take their time. It’s not like they’d need it anytime soon.
—
When Gu Cheng returned home that evening, he was still reviewing contracts.
His assistant, Zhou, followed closely behind, seamlessly collecting the documents as Gu Cheng signed them one by one.
Upstairs, a faint sound of wheels rolling across the floor reached Ning Yi’s ears.
From her cozy position on the bed, she immediately began her performance.
“Honey~~~!” she called out, her voice rising and falling with dramatic flair.
Gu Cheng paused mid-motion.
Those two syllables alone felt like they’d traversed a mountain path, each note drenched in a different emotion.
Assistant Zhou stood at attention like a soldier, instantly understanding that he should go no further.
Gu Cheng finished signing the remaining papers, handed them off to Zhou, who quickly bowed.
“Please take care of yourself, sir!” Assistant Zhou said, and then bolted.
Gu Cheng: “…?”
What was that about?
He glanced toward the door of his bedroom, as though it were some sort of enchanted lair.
Inside, Ning Yi had been lying in bed, scheming for quite a while.
She realized that last time, using the megaphone hadn’t worked. Likely, the method of stimulation had been wrong.
Since Gu Cheng wasn’t truly deaf or hard of hearing but was instead affected by some sort of narrative force, the solution wasn’t simply increasing the volume.
The key was to engage his intrinsic motivation—to make him ‘want’ to hear, desperately so. That was the correct way to break the seal.
When Gu Cheng emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp, he wore black silk pyjamas, the neckline slightly open, revealing a hint of his cold, fair neck and the defined contours of his chest.
He looked at her through his damp fringe, his dark eyes calm yet piercing.
Ning Yi, utterly indifferent to his allure, announced, “Husband, let me tell you a story.”
Gu Cheng dried his hair with a towel, his expression indifferent.
“I have this friend,” she began dramatically. “She broke up with her boyfriend and immediately started dating his younger brother. Then she got pregnant! But the child didn’t have a name, legal status, or family registry, so she went back to marry her ex-boyfriend instead—”
Gu Cheng: “…?”
What nonsense is this?
Ning Yi grinned inwardly: No one can resist the plot of The Legend of Zhen Huan!
**Nomad: The Legend of Zhen Huan is a hit Chinese drama about a young woman who joins the emperor’s harem and has to navigate all the backstabbing, rivalries, and drama to survive. It’s her journey from being sweet and naive to becoming a smart and powerful woman who knows how to play the game. Fans love it for its twists, emotional depth, and gorgeous costumes.**
“And later,” she continued with gusto, “she discovered that her ex only married her because she resembled his first love!”
But then Ning Yi deliberately cut off the story, leaving the rest unsaid.
She performed with flair, walking back and forth in the room like an actress on stage, her gestures flowing as she recounted the tale.
Gu Cheng, watching this silent pantomime, maintained his impassive expression.
Though inwardly, he did briefly entertain a thought: Since it was confirmed that holding hands could trigger a body swap and that this mechanism overrode the random swaps…
Would other forms of physical contact work too?
For instance… a hug?
Gu Cheng watched Ning Yi’s theatrical pacing with a calculated gaze, his expression inscrutable.
Based on his precise assessment, Ning Yi would likely circle the room five times before inevitably colliding with the bedframe. If he positioned himself slightly forward and at an angle, the impact trajectory would naturally send her falling into his lap.
It would be a purely accidental embrace—one entirely devoid of emotional intent.
Attempt 3.0.
Gu Cheng leisurely moved his wheelchair a bit forward, anticipating the moment.
But just as Ning Yi reached the climax of her story, she abruptly spun around with fervor, and—bam!—she tripped over Gu Cheng’s extended foot, nearly crashing into his wheelchair.
Ning Yi was utterly flabbergasted. Gu Cheng, what is wrong with you?!
“Why’d you trip me?!” she demanded.
Gu Cheng’s brows lifted, utterly nonchalant. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Liar! I saw it with my own eyes—you totally did it on purpose!”
“…”
You ungrateful jerk! Ning Yi fumed inwardly.
Here she was, telling stories to help his hearing recover, and he had the audacity to sabotage her!
“Fine!” she hissed, turning away with dramatic flair. Stay deaf! Stay paralyzed! I hope you never recover!
She launched into an angry tirade in her mind, her face flushed with indignation. Though her words didn’t reach his ears, her expressive lips and animated gestures made her meaning crystal clear.
Gu Cheng studied her lips intently.
And then… something happened.
Gradually, faint sounds began to emerge from the silence. The faint hum of her voice grew sharper, clearer, until—
His hearing was back. Completely.
Ning Yi noticed his expression darkening.
“Huh? What’s wrong? Did your hearing come back?”
Her voice rose in excitement. Finally, it worked! My storytelling skills are unmatched!
Gu Cheng’s hearing sharpened completely just in time to catch Ning Yi’s next thunderous proclamation:
“GU CHENG, YOU’RE NOT EVEN A REAL MAN!”
The sound reverberated through the entire villa, like the roar of a lion echoing through a canyon.
Gu Cheng instantly regretted recovering his hearing.
“NING YI!” he barked, his voice carrying a sharp edge that could cut glass.
Ning Yi jumped at his sudden outburst.
“Oh wow! You’re yelling! You really can hear me now!”
Her face lit up with pure glee, oblivious to his icy fury. “See? I knew my methods would work! Aren’t I just the best wife ever?”
Gu Cheng pinched the bridge of his nose, his temple throbbing as he fought to stay calm.
“…You,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “are impossible.” “And you,” Ning Yi chirped, with absolutely no shame, “are welcome!”
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