Rebirth Must Be Happy

After the meeting, Xu Jinhuan immediately went to the hospital, found the ward, knocked lightly and pushed the door open. He saw Chen Xingruo sitting on the medical chair against the wall wearing a dark brown turtleneck sweater. If she hadn't been playing a game with her legs crossed, he would have almost thought it was Chen Xingzhu.

He looked further inside and saw a rather large hospital bed. Yu Peishan was sitting on a chair next to her, playing on her phone, while Chen Xingzhu was lying down with her eyes closed, sleeping soundly with a slightly flushed face.

Seeing this, Xu Jinhuan didn't say anything, but quietly approached, gave Xie Wanqing behind him a wink, and moved aside. He waited for Xie Wanqing to get closer before closing the door.

Yu Peishan finally noticed the two approaching, put away her phone, stood up, and took two steps to greet them. Chen Xingruo also noticed them, looked up at Xu Jinhuan, and pricked up her ears to shush him.
However, at this moment, her action was the loudest noise in the ward, and therefore seemed very superfluous.

Still sleeping?

Xu Jinhuan lowered his voice and asked Yu Peishan, then turned to look at Chen Xingruo to avoid her thinking that he was deliberately ignoring her. Chen Xingruo was also looking at him. When their eyes met, Xu Jinhuan thought she would look away, but to his surprise, Chen Xingruo looked at him very calmly for a second or two, and then he couldn't help but avoid Chen Xingruo's gaze.

'what's the situation? ’

Xu Jinhuan had some doubts, but her experiences before and after her rebirth were enough to suppress these feelings. She pretended nothing had happened to avoid being misunderstood or suspected that she had feelings for Chen Xingruo.

This wasn't out of concern for Chen Xingruo or Yu Peishan misunderstanding, but rather for Xie Wanqing misunderstanding, since it was hard to guarantee that Song Zhiyu wouldn't tell Xie Wanqing what she had said to her.

"I guess he hasn't been sleeping well lately; he's only been sleeping for a few hours."

Yu Peishan answered in a low voice, glanced at her watch, and said, "It's time to eat."

Turning to look at Chen Xingzhu, who was still fast asleep, Xu Jinhuan and Xie Wanqing asked, "Have you eaten?"

Xie Wanqing shook her head and said, "Let's talk about it after Xingzhu wakes up."

She was by nature gentle, and even when she was angry, her voice remained soft. Now, consciously lowering her voice, it was even softer and more gentle than cotton. But just after she finished speaking, Chen Xingzhu, who had been fast asleep, suddenly stirred, groggily raised her head, and asked, "What?"

The four of them looked over at the same time and saw that she was supporting her upper body with her hand. Her face still showed signs of fatigue and drowsiness, but she was obviously awake. When she saw Xu Jinhuan and Xie Wanqing, she gently raised her hand to tidy her hair and asked in a still somewhat muffled voice, "What time is it?"

"It hasn't been long, you've only slept for three hours."

Chen Xingruo stopped playing the game, got up and came over to answer. Xu Jinhuan, Xie Wanqing, and Yu Peishan had already gone over. Xie Wanqing and Yu Peishan helped Chen Xingzhu put pillows behind her, one on each side. She sat on the bed, still somewhat bewildered, and smiled slightly: "So long?"

Xu Jinhuan asked curiously, "You didn't wake up when the IV was removed?"

"I remember, but not quite."

Chen Xingzhu smiled, a rare hint of childlike playfulness and naivety in her expression. Looking at Xu Jinhuan, she said with a slight smile, "I'm fine now. Let's go out to eat. I want to eat sour soup hot pot."

Xu Jinhuan vaguely sensed that her mood was a little unusual, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong. She just assumed that she had been sick and felt everyone's care, so she was happy. She smiled with a hint of amusement and affection and said, "Okay, let's go eat."

Chen Xingruo walked over and said, "Then you have to get up before you can eat."

Xie Wanqing said softly, "It's alright, let her sit down and rest for a while."

Chen Xingzhu remained seated, looking at the group and smiling, "I just had a dream where I married Xu Jinhuan, and Sister Wanqing came running over."

She suddenly mentioned this dream in front of Xie Wanqing, which surprised all three people except Xie Wanqing herself. Chen Xingzhu, however, seemed oblivious, even chuckled, as if finding it very amusing, and said to Xie Wanqing with a smile, "It was during our ring exchange and wedding ceremony that Sister Wanqing suddenly came up on stage and asked me: 'Are you Chen Xingzhu or Chen Xingruo?'" Xu Jinhuan had initially found Chen Xingzhu's sudden childishness adorable and couldn't help but smile, but only for a moment. Upon hearing this, her smile vanished instantly.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Xingruo, for some unknown reason, saw her sister smile, but her smile froze almost instantly, and she couldn't smile anymore either. However, after glancing at Xu Jinhuan, she quickly snorted and said in an annoyed tone, "Of course I'll be at your wedding, do you even need to ask?"

Chen Xingzhu looked at her and said softly with a smile, "That makes sense."

Xie Wanqing glanced quickly at Xu Jinhuan and said with a smile, "Let's go eat first."

Chen Xingruo said, "You just told her to lie down for a while, but now you're urging her to leave? What, are you hungry?"

Xie Wanqing rolled her eyes at her, ignored her, and took out her phone, saying, "Let me search to see where there is a sour soup hot pot restaurant nearby."

Chen Xingzhu took a deep breath, threw off the covers and got out of bed. She seemed to feel the cold for a moment, then turned to Xu Jinhuan and said, "It's a bit cold."

The room was heated, and after taking off her down jacket, she was wearing a pure white sweater similar in style to Chen Xingruo's. She felt cold, partly because she had just gotten out of bed, and partly because she probably still had a fever. Xu Jinhuan hurriedly went to the clothes rack to get her down jacket.

There were three down jackets hanging on the clothes rack, one red and two white. They were all new clothes that Xu Jinhuan had never seen before. Xu Jinhuan subconsciously judged that the red one belonged to Chen Xingruo. The two white ones were different styles, but one of them was the same style as the red one. So naturally, the one with the same style as the red one belonged to Chen Xingzhu. So he reached out and took it.

"whispering sound!"

He had just reached out to pick it up when Chen Xingruo snorted, then walked over, snatched the clothes from his hand, and glared at him, saying, "Why are you taking my clothes?"

???

Xu Jinhuan was a little confused and subconsciously looked at Chen Xingzhu, only to see her gesturing towards the red down jacket. She was somewhat surprised, but she immediately turned her head and took down the remaining two down jackets. She handed the white one to Yu Peishan and put the red one on Chen Xingzhu.

Xie Wanqing smiled and said, "I thought the red one belonged to Xingruo. I rarely see you wearing such bright clothes."

Chen Xingzhu didn't answer directly. Instead, she put on her clothes, turned around, and smiled at Xu Jinhuan, saying, "Can you still tell which one of us is which just by looking at our clothes now?"

'Why do you seem to be hoping I'll mistake you two for each other?'

Xu Jinhuan was about to speak, but then stopped himself, internally complaining. However, after a moment's thought, he realized he should say it aloud to appear honest, so he repeated, "Why do you seem to be hoping I'll mistake you two for each other?"

Then, in his mind, he added: 'Your thinking is a bit dangerous!'

"You, and her fans, aren't you always making these kinds of judgments?"

Chen Xingzhu winked at Xu Jinhuan. Her voice was still a little weak due to her illness, which made her sound delicate and coquettish. She hummed softly, "I just want you to be unable to tell the difference."

Xie Wanqing looked at Chen Xingzhu, then at Chen Xingruo, who seemed a little lost and blinking. For some reason, she thought of the underlying logic of Song Zhiyu's recent series of micro-manipulations: Chen Xingzhu would never agree to such an outrageous thing.

What if Chen Xingzhu agrees, or at least doesn't object?

In that instant, she understood what it meant to "play like a tiger all night, only to find the score is 0:5." (End of Chapter)