Chapter 33

Transmigration Diary 33
Charlotte frowned. “What did you just say?”
Su Yan sighed. “Nothing. But…… I’d still suggest a professional makeup artist and stylist.”
Charlotte bristled. She had hired plenty of pros—but today’s look—bold color—clever cut—
Her own flash of genius.
Su Yan would not come—no taste—Charlotte left alone.
Pleasant surprise—Wen Shiyu alone at the hospital—awkward with crutches—seemed about to go out.
Cefalina not there.
“Where’s Cefalina?” Charlotte approached.
Wen Shiyu looked up—face lingered—plain confusion.
“Family matter—went home first.”
Hesitated—pointed at Charlotte’s cheek—“Um…… should you wash your face first?”
Charlotte flushed scarlet.
What is everyone’s problem?
Touched her face—was the design really bad?
Wen Shiyu clearly leaving—question shifted: “Where are you going?”
“School office.”
Notice—tuition payment issue—
Unease deep in her chest.
Cavendish family ending the deal?
Maybe they thought removing her would help Cefalina’s condition?
Vague wording—only asking in person would tell.
Charlotte’s eyes lit—“I’ll come.”
Bright tone—no refusal allowed—dragged her from the ward—“My car’s downstairs—fast.”
Crutches—stumbled—into the silver sports car.
Helpfulness did not last. Parked at the admin building—early returnees visible—
Suddenly did not want to be seen with Wen Shiyu.
Forum gossip remembered—unlike Su Yan—
She wanted Wen Shiyu flustered—not look kind in public.
Wen Shiyu did not mind—she had meant to go alone.
Slow on crutches—Charlotte split—straight to the revolving door.
Charlotte’s high-slit gown—skirt too airy—
Inside—rip—the hem caught in the door seam—
She cried out—pitched back—whole skirt torn away.
Admin lobby—scattered students—security—
Needle eyes—face burning.
A young lady—never this humiliated—
Time frozen—everyone watching cold.
Fists clenched—dark impulse—expel every witness—
Warm coat at her waist—covering the wreck.
“It’s fine.”
Wen Shiyu.
From the side—last steps hurried—breath short—
“Restroom first—” tore the hem clean—“Call for clothes.”
Charlotte stared.
No panic—no pity—just calm problem-solving.
The steadiness pulled her from the edge. Glanced around—
Not official term yet—few people—coat timely—maybe only a handful saw.
Nodded—clutched Wen Shiyu’s coat—hurried to the restroom.
In the stall—wrapped in coat still faintly hers—checked phone—no posts. Hmph—smart.
Wen Shiyu again—
Did she put weight on the injured leg to bring the coat? Not her shame—why try so hard—
Brain hunting flaws—heart admitting—maybe not so hated anymore—
Others—for once—forgiven.
Long wait—maid with clothes—coat off.
Dress failure humbled her—washed the makeup off.
Out—Wen Shiyu alone by the floor-to-ceiling window—looking out.
Winter branches—gray sky.
Coat given away—thin hospital gown—nose red from cold—face pale and clean in the light—like a quiet sketch.
Forgot being seen—walked over—complex tone:
“You’re freezing here?”
“No way to reach you.”
Truth—“And I already went to the office.”
Pause—sigh—“They say my tuition is overdue.”
Cavendish family really ending the agreement.
Cefalina’s loan had eased crisis—barely.
Parents raising tuition again—not easy.
“So—you’ll have Cefalina pay?” Charlotte arms crossed—knowing.
Pulling coat on—blank—“How could I?”
Tuition was huge—could not ask casually—
Even for rich girls it was nothing—for Wen Shiyu it was enormous.
And if Cefalina paid—could she still help pseudocyesis break?
More trapped—only obey—
Not good for Cefalina either.
Charlotte watched her worry—teased on purpose.
“Heh—shouldn’t have played saint with that wish to make Cefalina hate you.”
“Keep it—I could pay now.”
Chin up—tuition was nothing to her—
Yet Wen Shiyu agonized—
Someone poor—grant snatched away—surely regret and bitterness?
Wen Shiyu shook head—not listening.
“If I must—I’ll take leave and go home—”
Earn money—return for the degree.
Without her—would Cefalina suffer?
Family already acting to drive her off—new plan for the illness?
Not vomiting and fainting her awake—surely?
“Leave school?” Charlotte choked on the calm—
Still considerate—detached—no desire—
Still no crack of composure.
Bit lip—“Fine—I’ll pay!”
Cefalina must not know—she’d pay without blinking—
Tighter bond.
If Charlotte paid—she could legitimately “hold leverage.”
Plan long set.
“Consider earlier ‘advice’ a freebie—”
Dragging Wen Shiyu toward the office again—“Now we’re really fulfilling the flower deal. When I pick my wish—you can’t welsh.”
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Back at the ward—Cefalina there—with a wheelchair.
Rushed over—worry and displeasure clear.
“Where did you go? Gone when I arrived.”
“Leg not healed—why wander?”
“School office called—”
Cefalina alarmed—“Problem?”
“All solved.” Charlotte cut in.
Cefalina sighed low—“My family…… didn’t contact you?”
Hesitation—shake head—no direct contact—just cut funding.
Cefalina grave—called home for a lecture—stay away from Wen Shiyu—give up the baby—
Expression said—resist to the end.
Turned to Wen Shiyu—declared: “Move into my dorm.”
“Huh?”
“Term starts—you can’t live alone like this.”
Together—family could not sneak Wen Shiyu away.
Perfect logic to her.
Heavy stare from Charlotte behind—
“Uh—”
Tried out—“No need…… I manage. Crutches work fine.”
“What if you fall?”
“Classmates would help—”
Cefalina unhappy—felt deliberate rejection.
No more talk—wheeled the chair over.
“Sit.”
“Huh?”
Shoulder pressed—into the chair—
Hands on handles—pushing out.
Push at her back—eyes wide—
Days of tenderness—almost forgot the spoiled side.
Straight to the exit—car waiting.
“Luggage not packed—” last struggle.
Tried to stand—Cefalina leaned—both hands—pinned in the back seat.
One good leg—easily subdued.
Cefalina usually weaker—corner of mouth lifted—some fun found.
Buckling the belt—playful hand on her good leg.
“See—you can’t use strength. Nowhere to go.”
“Only rely on me properly.”
What…… face hot for no reason.
She could manage—Cefalina would not allow.
Charlotte disbelieving at the door—car gone—neither looked back—
……Forgotten.
Charlotte stamped—then another car—slow—formal dress—familiar face—
Cavendish assistant?
So family really meant to expel Wen Shiyu?
Lips pressed—what plan?
Distance alone would not stop Cefalina—
Pseudocyesis would break—why rush?—things getting messier.
Charlotte patted pants—slipped away—best they never knew she paid tuition.