“Li Sheng, I’m truly sorry. Jiaojiao has been terribly irresponsible. With less than a week until the wedding, she’s still running around recklessly.”
“It’s alright, Uncle. The important thing is that Miss Li is safe.”
Pain…
Li Jiao felt as if her head was splitting open. Bizarre scenes kept replaying in her mind, nearly making her brain explode.
Yet the people speaking in the hospital room remained completely unaware of her condition and continued their conversation.
“But rest assured, Li Sheng, the wedding will proceed as scheduled!”
Upon hearing this, Song Li Sheng pressed his thin lips together slightly. Before he could speak, a faint moan came from the pale, unconscious woman lying on the hospital bed.
“Stop…”
Stop acting!
What terrible plot! Why won’t this dream end!
Li Jiao wanted the actors in strange costumes singing opera in her mind to stop performing – the show was utterly dreadful!
Madam Li, who had been silently wiping tears by the bedside without daring to interrupt the two men’s conversation, quickly grabbed her daughter’s hand. “Jiaojiao?”
She called out anxiously. When her daughter didn’t respond, she remembered to press the call button by the bed.
Li’s Father noticed the commotion and hurried to the bedside, shouting sternly, “Li Jiao! Stop pretending to be unconscious! If you’re awake, get up now!”
This sudden loud shout finally dragged Li Jiao out of her slumber.
“Stop fucking shouting!” Her morning temper had always been severe, and people around her never dared to wake her loudly.
Thus, being abruptly awakened after so long, Li Jiao shot up from the bed with a “thump,” ready to scold with displeasure. But she suddenly noticed the clothing of the people before her and the room’s decor.
Her mouth opened and closed, the shock overwhelming her anger.
This place… looked exactly like the scene from her dream.
Li Jiao scanned the room, her gaze briefly passing over Li’s Mother and Li’s Father’s faces before finally settling on Song Li Sheng.
This actor was unexpectedly handsome.
With deep-set features, a straight nose, skin like solidified jade, and an elegant, cool demeanor. Yet the teardrop mole beneath his peach-blossom eyes was particularly captivating.
It’s just that the young gentleman’s thin lips showed no curve at all – he didn’t look pleased.
Song Li Sheng felt somewhat displeased as Li Jiao kept staring at him after waking up, examining him up and down. He couldn’t figure out what this woman was up to now.
“Li Jiao! Who were you cursing at just now?! Do you realize what you’ve done wrong?” Li’s Father was furious – he had never been spoken to in such a tone by his wife or daughter.
Li Jiao seemed not to hear him, blinking slowly as if savoring the moment before shifting her gaze from the beauty to Li’s Father.
Amidst all the noise, her hungover, muddled mind finally cleared, and she began seriously considering her current situation.
The appearances of the three people in the room matched the actors from her dream… Could it be that it wasn’t a dream? Had her soul possessed someone else’s body?
Seeing Li Jiao remain silent for so long, Li’s Father completely lost his temper. Not caring about Song Li Sheng’s presence as an outsider, he was determined to reclaim his paternal dignity and immediately raised his hand to slap her.
Li Jiao, who had been sitting dazedly on the bed appearing “fragile,” tilted her almond-shaped eyes and, amidst Li’s Mother’s startled cry, grabbed Li’s Father’s wrist, rendering him immobile.
She snorted coldly and forcefully flung his wrist aside, sending Li’s Father’s arm flying to the side.
What a joke! As the esteemed Daughter of Duke of Zhao, she had only ever been disciplined by her own mother—even her biological father had never raised his voice at her.
Now, even if she might have possessed someone else’s body, it was hardly the place for some old man to order her around.
Li Jiao turned her head to glance at the panicked Li’s Mother, her eyes filled with disdain.
How could a woman weep and wail in front of her Male Consort! What a disgrace to propriety!
Song Li Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly, watching the scene unfold with leisurely interest. He couldn’t help but feel that Li Jiao had been acting strangely since waking up.
It was rather intriguing.
However, to maintain his persona, he reined in his amusement and spoke up considerately at the right moment: “Uncle, Aunt, since Miss Li is awake, I should take my leave. There are matters at my company requiring attention.”
By now, Li Jiao had recalled the fragmented “plot” she had seen in her dream and knew that the man before her was her fiancé—her Male Consort.
Remembering how the original owner had treated such a handsome Male Consort like worthless trash, even attempting to flee right before the wedding, Li Jiao couldn’t help but feel a wave of pity.
After all, in their Great Zhou dynasty, if a man were jilted before marriage, he would be scorned and criticized relentlessly every single day.
Really, why couldn’t things be discussed properly? Why must a man’s reputation be tarnished like this!
Li Jiao sighed softly, her eyes brimming with compassion: “Alright, do take care on your way.”
Song Li Sheng froze for a second at the sound of her clear, sweet voice. He hadn’t interacted much with Li Jiao before, and the words they’d exchanged could be counted on one hand.
He wondered, had her voice always been like this?
Li Jiao was equally startled by her own voice. This body’s tone was so gentle and mellow—it was simply…
Marvelous, absolutely exquisite!
Wasn’t this the currently trending “Scholar Voice” all the rage in the capital? Although Li Jiao had always been fond of her original, more feminine voice, she was quite pleased with this change of style!
As she mused, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, completely missing the fleeting daze in Song Li Sheng’s gaze as he watched her.
“Mhm, you should rest well too,” Song Li Sheng said slowly to Li Jiao, then gave a slight nod to Li’s Father and Li’s Mother before turning and leaving the hospital room.