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Chapter 191: The Infatuated Woman and the Heartless Man
Now, Chi Xinrong is with the imposter Li Gui, completely unaware of his true identity, while the real me is outside. Watching this unfold, I feel helpless; all I can do is clench my fists tightly, the joints cracking under the pressure, suppressing a surge of anger as I force myself to appear meek while knocking on the door. Only after receiving their consent from inside the hospital room do I lazily walk in.
"Fatty, you're here," Li Gui impersonating me manages to sound convincing. Even with his eyes bandaged, he can still recognize that the person at the door is Fatty. This shows how well I’ve disguised myself as Fatty; even Li Gui hasn’t caught on.
Chi Xinrong sees me but doesn’t come to open the door right away. Perhaps she’s annoyed that I stood there silently eavesdropping! As I step inside, she awkwardly adjusts her clothes and explains, "Brother Qi was discussing something with me last night. I don’t know how it happened, but he accidentally tore a pouch hanging around his neck. The powder inside seemed toxic; some got into his eyes and caused bleeding. It was quite frightening, so I rushed him to the hospital overnight."
Fatty didn’t return to Ma Wu Funeral Home last night because he was injured by the incense ash in that pouch. Spending a night in the hospital isn’t so bad as long as he’s not with that Chi Xinrong. I breathe a sigh of relief and can’t help but admire this imposter Li Gui. He plays my role so convincingly; if it weren’t for his bandaged eyes, I might mistake him for the real Ma Qi. The only difference is that my heart belongs to Han Mi, while I maintain a platonic friendship with Chi Xinrong. Although I've done wrong by Han Mi privately, my heart still belongs to her. Just thinking about it stabs at my heart; if it weren’t for all these pressing matters, I would rush to find her immediately.
Now, the imposter Li Gui sits closely beside Chi Xinrong, holding her hand tightly as if he never wants to let go. Chi Xinrong has no idea that the person next to her is actually a scoundrel, looking utterly content and satisfied.
Facing Chi Xinrong's indifference seems directed at Fatty. If she truly knew I was Ma Qi, perhaps things would be different. Watching Li Gui and Chi Xinrong together fills me with worry; I want to tell Li Gui to let her go, you bastard! But once inside the room, all that comes out is: "Brother Qi, Rongrong, good morning."
"What delicious food did you bring?"
"I have some tasty treats; I'll get them for you now." Chi Xinrong attentively cares for Li Gui, and they flirt subtly in front of me, making me seethe with anger. That bastard somehow injured his eye yet has beautiful women around him and a special ward to stay in—of course he wouldn’t want to leave so soon.
"Fatty, did you buy this on the street?" Chi Xinrong asks suspiciously as she picks up a fried dough stick and glances at me.
"Yeah."
"Street food is dirty; don’t buy these things for Brother Qi anymore." Chi Xinrong angrily wraps up the dough stick and tosses it into the trash bin beside the bed without even looking at me.
“Rongrong, why throw it away? It's such a waste.”
Li Gui, having endured a difficult childhood, couldn't bring himself to discard the fragrant fried dough sticks. Reluctantly, he accepted the tea egg that Chi Xinrong handed him. The tea egg was still in its shell, and when Li Gui opened his mouth, Chi Xinrong pulled back. “Forget it, I'll peel it for you.”
As Chi Xinrong peeled the egg, I gripped the syringe tightly in my hand, waiting for the right moment to stab him. Li Gui leaned against the headboard, layers of gauze wrapped around his eyes, yet I felt as if he was still watching me.
Chi Xinrong was completely focused on peeling the egg, not lifting her head even once, ensuring not a single shell fragment remained on the egg white. The tea egg is one of our local delicacies, boiled with various spices. Vendors calling out to sell tea eggs have become a moving sight in our area.
The peeled tea egg was a light brown color and emitted an enticing aroma.
Chi Xinrong brought the peeled tea egg to Li Gui's lips, one hand spreading open beneath his chin to catch any bits that might fall while he ate. “You can eat now.” Li Gui opened his mouth and took a hearty bite. Chi Xinrong watched him with a smile, her dreamy gaze contrasting with Li Gui's exaggerated expression of dependence on her for sustenance. It made my teeth itch with irritation.
After finishing one tea egg, Chi Xinrong tossed the shell into the trash and polished off the lotus leaf porridge as well. After tidying up a bit, she turned to me and said, “Fatty, while I keep Brother Qi company, I'm going to wash the dishes.”
“Rongrong, you stay here; let Fatty go.”
I tightened my grip on the syringe, ready to stab Li Gui as soon as Chi Xinrong left. To my surprise, he acted first and tried to send me away.
Worried that I wouldn't take good care of Li Gui, Chi Xinrong went along with it: “Alright then, Fatty, it's all on you.” She handed me the dirty dishes from last night until now and reminded me to wash them thoroughly.
I hesitated as I walked to the door, the syringe already tucked into my pants pocket. I was constantly worried about accidentally pricking myself. That was a needle; there were drugs in that syringe that looked as yellow as urine—I had no idea what it was.
With each step I took while holding the dirty dishes, a cold laugh echoed in my mind: “Ma Qi, I didn't expect you to return from the Underworld. You're quite something; it's interesting to compete with you—stimulating. Don't lose heart; we’ll continue this battle. I will let you witness how I, Ma Qi, turn Chi Xinrong into my woman. And then there's Han Mi; I want them all to become my slaves—truly belonging to me, Li Gui—relying on me every second and minute without being able to leave me.”
I was about to explode with anger when Chi Xinrong heard various sounds coming from the listening window. Just as I was ready to lash out, he turned to me, facing the door where I stood, and asked, "Fatty, aren't you going to wash the dishes?"
"Brother Qi, I'm on my way," I suppressed my rage, glanced at the somewhat irritated Chi Xinrong, gritted my teeth, and turned to leave for the communal washroom.
The washroom was empty. As soon as I stepped inside, a teasing voice echoed in my head: "Hey, I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?"
It was Shitou, the Spirit Stone—my guardian, the Soul Stone!
All along, I had doubted my grandfather's words about the Soul Stone. I suspected he had simply lost his mind and handed me a useless rock while claiming it was a Soul Stone, insisting that I keep it safe. Because I looked down on that stone from the bottom of my heart, I didn't take it seriously and carelessly let Fatty store it in the perfect cave for Spirit Energy as instructed by my grandfather.
Fatty casually tossed the Soul Stone into Strange Mountain's Snake Cave, where it was swallowed by a snake. This led to a series of terrifying experiences that left me dazed and confused. It was then that I finally believed the Soul Stone was real.
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