Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 133: Unacceptable Refusal

During the meal, the two of them maintained their usual silence.

Chuchu was preoccupied with her thoughts, eating slowly, while Jiang Kechu glanced at her and found the paled bruise on her face particularly glaring.

After the meal, Jiang Kechu did not leave immediately to wash the dishes as he usually did.

He said, "You wash the dishes today, I need to step out for a bit."

Chuchu blinked, "What are you going to do?" She was really worried that Jiang Kechu might interfere with something she didn’t want him to get involved with.

"Behave, I’ll be back soon. I still need to massage your face later."

This tone sounded so off that Chuchu shivered and hurriedly asked no further, dreading that Jiang Kechu might pat her head or make some other gesture.

It was usually Jiang Kechu washing the dishes after all, and she should give him a break right? She waved him off, urging him to be on his way.

By the time she finished washing the dishes and dried her hands, Jiang Kechu was back.

What speed!

Jiang Kechu held a plastic bag in one hand and a box in the other.

Chuchu eyed him suspiciously.

"Come here."

Jiang Kechu sat on the sofa, opened the plastic bag filled with a bottle of medicinal oil and other items like adhesive bandages and gauzes, then beckoned her over.

"Uncle Jiang, it’s really not necessary, my face will heal quickly." Chuchu stepped back, "And why do you have gauze and everything, I don’t need to be bandaged up."

Jiang Kechu kept a straight face, "Are you coming over yourself, or shall I fetch you? It’s better to keep these things with you, considering how often you get injured."

Chuchu let out a wail, "How is it ’often’? It was ages ago since I last got hurt."

"I don’t want them!" She dashed toward the bedroom, planning to lock herself in.

But after only two steps, Jiang Kechu caught her arm. As she struggled, he effortlessly picked her up, speaking in an indulgent tone, "Stop making a fuss."

Chuchu instantly froze, as if all her pressure points had been hit.

She was actually held in Jiang Kechu’s arms!

And it was a princess carry to boot!

Such a familiar embrace, Chuchu indulged for a few seconds before she protested, "Jiang Kechu, put me down now, I’m not a kid, this is... inappropriate!"

Jiang Kechu smiled and complied in setting her down, not rushing things.

"If you still want me to hold you, keep being disobedient." He walked ahead toward the sofa.

Chuchu paused, following behind him, ’Jiang Kechu, since when did you start playing these tricks!?’ But she didn’t dare resist anymore, realizing Jiang Kechu was just waiting for her to defy him so he could take advantage. She obediently followed and silently grumbled to herself.

Indeed, Jiang Kechu ’overcomes’ her!

In this vast crowd, why couldn’t she just avoid him?

Jiang Kechu made himself comfortable and then patted his thigh, gesturing, "Lay your head here."

"No!"

What a sight that would be! Chuchu loudly refused.

In the end, with Chuchu’s persistence, she lay on the couch, and Jiang Kechu knelt on one knee beside her, bottle in hand, gently applying the medicinal oil onto the injured part of her face.

The cool oil was slowly worked into her skin by the warmth of Jiang Kechu’s palm. Feeling his intense and burning gaze, Chuchu closed her eyes and talked to him with a smile, trying to divert both his and her own attention.

"Jiang Kechu, where did you go to get these things just now? How did you come back so quickly? I was still washing dishes, and you returned like magic."

Jiang Kechu curved his lips slightly, unabashedly gazing at the face before him, replying softly, "It’s in this housing complex, I have an apartment here too, in building number one ahead."

"What?!"

Upon hearing his words, Wan Chu’er was greatly surprised and immediately opened her eyes, then attempted to sit up.

"Bang!"

Her lips collided with Jiang Kechu’s chin.

Both were taken aback.

Wan Chu’er let out an inward wail, wishing she could find a hole to burrow into and vanish on the spot.

This was so freaking awkward. Why did such a cliché plot have to happen to her?

She forced a chuckle without daring to look at Jiang Kechu and stumbled over her words, "Uncle Jiang, I’m sorry, I got up too quickly and bumped into you. Please don’t take it to heart."

After she finished speaking, she lay back down and covered her eyes with one hand.

Alright, she was just burying her head in the sand, pretending to be an ostrich!

Seeing her behave like this, a laugh flashed across Jiang Kechu’s eyes as he calmly said, "It’s okay, I’m tough-skinned. You should be less abrupt in your actions and avoid hurting yourself." He continued to massage gently.

"Mhm," Wan Chu’er uttered morosely.

"That suite I bought a while ago. It has some basic furniture, and I occasionally stay there a couple of times. Normally, the housekeeper from our household comes to clean it," Jiang Kechu explained at a measured pace.

Wan Chu’er immediately remembered this matter. How could she have not known about this? Her thoughts became a bit disorganized.

Only after moving in did she realize that the building number one was the best housing in the community, all dual-level duplex mansions, something not every common person could purchase.

Turns out, Jiang Kechu owned a suite there, practically left vacant! What a spendthrift—no, what wealth.

How had she never heard about it in her last life? If she had known about this suite back then, she certainly wouldn’t have lived with the Jiang Family and Mrs. Jiang.

No, even if she had moved out, she would have listened to Zhuo Yao and continued to plague the Jiang Family.

She remembered, that time when she wanted to get a divorce, Jiang Kechu had mentioned that she could move out to a different place and gave her several options to choose from.

At that time, her heart was set on divorce, far from heeding these words. She just assumed that Jiang Kechu would buy a new house wherever she chose. Now it seemed that Jiang Kechu already owned properties in those places.

Really...

Wan Chu’er didn’t know what to say.

Lost in her muddled thoughts, Jiang Kechu stopped his hand and said, "Let’s call it a day, have a good rest, and it should fade by tomorrow."

After saying that, Jiang Kechu turned around to cap the medicinal oil, not noticing Wan Chu’er getting up, assuming she was still shy about the incident just now, and shook his head.

Truly too childish, he needed to be patient for a prolonged battle.

After quite a while, Wan Chu’er snapped back to reality and realized Jiang Kechu was no longer by her side. She quickly sat up.

The sound of water came from the bathroom, it seemed he was washing his hands. Just as her thoughts turned, the sound of water stopped, and then Jiang Kechu walked out.

After her bout of wild thoughts, the previous embarrassment had been forgotten.

Wan Chu’er said, "Thank you, Uncle Jiang, my face indeed feels much better."

"Mhm," Jiang Kechu responded indifferently, and then picked up another box from the coffee table and handed it to Wan Chu’er.

"This is a phone, it already has a SIM card installed, and my number is saved. Call me if you need anything."

Upon hearing this, Wan Chu’er immediately pushed the box in her hand back out, "I don’t want it."

She wasn’t unable to afford a phone; she didn’t buy one because there wasn’t anyone she needed to contact. Having a phone made it easier for others to reach her—it’d be a silly move to buy one.

Jiang Kechu remained immovable, saying, "Don’t worry, I won’t call you for no reason. Keep this with you in case you get trapped and beat up at home like today. Call me in an emergency." He finished, looking at her.

It seemed she had no choice but to reluctantly accept it.

"Uncle Jiang, how much is it? I’ll give it to you."

Jiang Kechu’s face darkened as he replied, "You don’t need to be so formal with me. If you don’t want to owe me, just try not to get beat up all the time."

Wan Chu’er muttered, "The person who got hurt was in much worse shape than me."