WBSGVS Chapter 215 V1

That voice was unfamiliar to Qingli, but the moment it sounded, she instinctively knew—it was the voice of the Heavenly Dao that had brought her here for the mission.

Maybe it wasn’t allowed to interfere too much, because after just that one sentence, the connection vanished.

Qingli immediately understood. Just like in her previous life, she had arrived too early—before the plot had even begun.

Last time, she’d stayed in the Cold Palace and didn’t try to get involved in anything. The only person whose fate she’d altered was Sima Yan, and no one outside had been affected. But this time… was He Tianzhuo also an important character?

But she had already changed things!

Qingli had a gut feeling: if she hadn’t dodged that knife last night, she would’ve been the one hurt—seriously hurt.

There’s no way she could be expected to keep playing the original host’s character after something like that. No way. She wasn’t about to suffer such injustice.

As if triggered by her resistance, the voice returned, this time sounding a bit helpless:
[Repairing in progress]

Qingli: …Fine, whatever.

She held her tongue. Since she still had to deal with things as the original host for now, she swallowed her biting retorts, let out a cold snort, and brushed past the guilty-looking He parents into the house.

Earlier, He’s parents had stepped outside because they were too upset to cry in front of their injured youngest son. But inside the room were the eldest and second sons of the He family and their families.

The moment Qingli walked in, all eight people turned to look at her.

Two couples, each with two children.

The four adults had all overheard the commotion outside. Now they avoided eye contact with her, their tone awkward:
“You’re here, sister-in-law. The youngest was just asking for you.”

Qingli curled her lips into a faint smile and nodded at them, then looked toward He Tianzhuo.

He looked a bit uncomfortable too, but mostly indignant. Sure, he had ducked behind Qingli in a panic last night, but she hadn’t been hurt, right? She had dodged. Meanwhile, he’d taken the hit—and it had cost him a man’s most important part.

Thinking about that, and looking at Qingli’s refreshed and well-made-up face, he felt even more annoyed.
“You’re so late! I’ve been feeling awful. Go get some water and wipe me down!”

This was a private hospital room, but the chairs had all been taken by He family members. With nowhere to sit, Qingli simply stood at the head of the bed, crossed her arms, and looked down at him with a smirk.
“What’s so awful? You just smell like women’s perfume. Nothing to wipe off—pretty clean.”

He Tianzhuo frowned, clearly annoyed.
“I already told you, that was just for show! Why are you still making a fuss?!”

The moment he shouted, a twitch ran through his face, and his breathing instantly became more labored.

The most vital part of his body had just been operated on. Now that the anesthesia was wearing off, the pain was intense. Raising his voice made it worse—the wound felt like it was being torn apart. Sweat poured down his forehead, his whole body soaked and sticky.

Qingli said slowly, “Just for show? So you’re saying sitting on another woman’s lap was just acting? Getting stabbed by her husband was just part of the performance? Wow, He Tianzhuo. What a great deal you got.”

“What do you want from me?!” He Tianzhuo snapped again.

The pain hit harder this time. His temples pulsed, face flushed red, features twisted in pain.

The four children in the room huddled closer to their parents in fear. The eldest and second sons of the He family exchanged glances but kept quiet. Their youngest brother was the only one with real status—they all relied on him. Now that he was angry, neither dared to speak up.

Qingli, however, remained utterly unfazed—and even looked slightly disgusted.
“What do I want? Nothing. I just don’t want to touch you anymore.”

He Tianzhuo: “…”

His face twitched. He couldn’t understand why this woman, who used to be so obedient, was suddenly so sharp-tongued. Her sarcasm stung, and he was furious. He finally snapped, yelling toward the door:
“I said I wanted a nurse! Do you seriously think she’s capable of taking care of anyone?!”

The He family had rushed over that morning. Tianzhuo had mentioned hiring a caregiver, but the family, used to being frugal, thought it was unnecessary with a daughter-in-law in the picture. Tianzhuo, worried that news of his injury would get out and damage his reputation as a successful director, agreed.

He hadn’t expected Su Qingli to not only show up at nearly 6 p.m., but also come in swinging—gloating in full makeup, taking jabs at him nonstop. Even though he felt a little guilty, he was still fuming.

After steeling themselves outside for half the day, He’s parents finally came in. Forcing out a few chuckles, they said quickly,
“Alright, alright, we’ll get a nurse. Don’t get upset—your recovery will be delayed!”

He Tianzhuo’s breath hitched. Thinking of the potential consequences of poor healing, he lay back weakly, eyes red with frustration.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Qingli walking away, shaking her head in disapproval. A sourness welled up in his chest. Deep down, he couldn’t help but think: if Su Qingli hadn’t dodged last night, it might not have been him who got stabbed.

She was a woman—what was she so afraid of? That knife wouldn’t have been fatal for her!

But for him? It had struck below the belt.

The doctor had said his future sex life might be permanently affected. Half of the injured part had to be removed—sure, surgery had reattached it, but it would never function like before.

Still, when he thought about how he had instinctively ducked behind her, he didn’t quite have the nerve to blame her outright.

—

He’s parents looked at their youngest son and felt overwhelmed with pity. The father stayed quiet, but the mother couldn’t help herself and said,
“I know you’re upset, but the youngest didn’t mean for this to happen. It all happened so fast—he didn’t think. And hasn’t he always treated you well? He would never cheat on you. His work requires a little play-acting; you shouldn’t hold it against him. He’s the one who got hurt, after all!”

Qingli sighed dramatically. “So this is all my fault for having a job that doesn’t require ‘play-acting,’ huh?”

He’s mother stopped mid-sentence, suddenly wary. “What are you trying to say?”

Qingli grinned. “Nothing. Just thought you all might be hungry. Want me to go grab something to eat?”

He’s mother was suspicious, but the four children were already starving. As soon as they heard her offer, they started shouting:

“Auntie, I want fried chicken!”

“I want McDonald’s!”

“I want cake!”

“…”

Seeing her grandkids so eager, He’s mother reluctantly swallowed her warning. “Just… get whatever, then.”

Qingli smiled. “Sure.”

She’d arrived slowly, but left with flair, turning on her heel, her pretty floral dress swirling as she walked out.

The eldest son’s youngest daughter stared after her enviously, then suddenly asked,
“Daddy, when Auntie dies, will her dress be mine?”

The room fell into dead silence.

Qingli slowly turned back.

“What nonsense are you saying?!” the eldest son’s wife scolded, giving her daughter a light slap, then forced an awkward smile at Qingli.
“Kids say the darnedest things…”

But the little girl pouted, confused.
“But you said since Uncle and Auntie don’t have kids, everything of theirs will be ours someday!”

The second daughter-in-law glared and snapped, “What do you mean it’s all your family’s? Don’t talk nonsense—my family has a share too…”

“Shut up!” the second son quickly barked.

Everyone’s expression shifted awkwardly as they looked toward Qingli, trying to laugh it off. “Kids just say the darndest things!”

Qingli smiled sweetly. “Don’t worry—when I die, I’ll have this dress burned and buried with me~”

Her voice was soft and gentle, but in the cold, sterile hospital environment, the He family suddenly felt a chill crawl up their spines and involuntarily shivered.