Chapter 115: Is There Such a Wonderful Thing?

After Shen Qingli arrived at her destination, the little green coriander transformed into a tiny insect and hid in her hair.

“Excuse me, could you tell me where Rong Qiaoyi’s ward is?”

At the nurse’s station, the young nurse suddenly looked up, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw Shen Qingli.

“Ah, Miss Shen!”

Not far away, on the TV in the lounge area, a scene featuring her alongside Gu Qingming was playing.

Shen Qingli twitched the corner of her mouth, not expecting the hospital to be so trendy.

“That’s me. Could you please tell me which ward Rong Qiaoyi is in?”

The nurse suppressed her excitement and quickly checked the records. “She’s in the VIP room on the top floor, Miss Shen. Visitors need to register.”

Nodding, Shen Qingli signed her name on the registration form and headed towards the top floor.

Even in the elevator, she encountered many fans who adored her.

[Host, I feel like you’re starting to look like a celebrity. You’re so popular now.]

Green coriander chuckled softly. Shen Qingli sighed helplessly, pressing a hand to her forehead in mock distress. “There’s no helping it. I’m just that dazzling and in demand.”

Upon hearing this, green coriander was somewhat speechless and said no more.

Soon, the elevator reached the top floor. The moment she stepped out, both Shen Qingli and green coriander sensed something was off.

[Host, this space feels strange. Be careful not to fall into a trap.]

The voice of coriander sounded in her mind. Shen Qingli had also noticed it. A faint glow flickered across her fingers as she composed herself and walked calmly toward room 501.

[Host, my connection to you... is weakening.]

The voice faltered. Shen Qingli frowned slightly and raised her hand as if to brush her hair, but in truth, she was channeling some spiritual energy to green coriander, stabilizing their link once more.

“Phew! You scared me, Host. I thought we were about to lose contact like before. If that happened, I wouldn’t be able to keep my head!”

Shen Qingli smiled lightly and then stood in front of the ward door.

The moment her hand touched the doorknob, her expression turned resolute. She whispered, “I’m going to emit your energy shortly.”

Green coriander immediately withdrew its energy, becoming just an unremarkable little insect.

“Click.”

As the door opened, a faint fluorescent gleam flashed from Shen Qingli’s fingertips, too quick to be noticed.

Inside, Rong Qiaoyi sat on the bed, gazing sorrowfully out the window.

The moment she turned and saw Shen Qingli, her face instantly darkened with fury.

“Shen Qingli, how dare you show up here!”

Watching the woman’s mood swing as swiftly as turning a page, Shen Qingli smiled, pulled up a chair, and sat beside the bed with her legs crossed. Supporting her chin, her eyes curved like crescent moons as she looked at the woman on the bed with a playful smile.

“Why shouldn’t I come? If I didn’t, who were you planning to perform this little drama for? The air?”

Hearing this, Rong Qiaoyi’s gaze sharpened, and the fingers hidden in her sleeves trembled slightly.

“You’re nothing but a lowlife. If it weren’t for you, Xie Jinchuan would have someone by his side—and that someone should be me!”

“I can’t agree with that,” Shen Qingli said, straightening her back and leaning back a little, coldly smiling as she slowly spoke.

“As far as I know, you two met back then, didn’t you?”

Rong Qiaoyi eyed her suspiciously, wondering why the hidden dagger hadn’t yet moved, but decided to hold the woman off for now.

“We were childhood sweethearts!”

Shen Qingli nodded. “Yes, you were childhood sweethearts. But all these years, before I appeared, Xie Jinchuan showed no interest in you. So my arrival has nothing to do with that.”

Her words sparked a flicker of hatred in Rong Qiaoyi’s eyes. Suddenly, she sneered.

“Shen Qingli, do you really think Xie Jinchuan’s affection for you is a coincidence? Didn’t you also see that woman in Lu Qingqing’s memories?”

“You mean, to Xie Jinchuan, you’re just like Wanwan Lei Qing—a mere substitute!”

Lu Qingqing’s memories...

Shen Qingli had never forgotten. Looking at the woman’s enraged face, she clicked her tongue twice.

“Even if I am Wanwan Lei Qing, even if I'm just a substitute, I still have Xie Jinchuan.”

“His heart is with me now. What about you? You’re not even as good as a substitute, so what’s there for you to be so arrogant about?”

Rong Qiaoyi’s face darkened, utterly provoked by Shen Qingli’s indifferent tone.

She glared at the woman before her, her fingers trembling more fiercely.

Then, sensing the dagger moving, a chilling glint flashed through her eyes.

The next moment, she roared, “Shen Qingli, I curse you to live your whole life under a curse!”

The dagger shot up into the air, flying straight toward Shen Qingli.

Just as it was about to pierce her chest, Shen Qingli grabbed it with one hand!

Blood dripped from the dagger onto the bedsheets, painting a picture as beautiful as red plum blossoms.

Rong Qiaoyi looked on in disbelief at Shen Qingli, who had caught the dagger outright.

“How is this possible? How could you catch it? I clearly set a restriction…”

Before she could finish, she noticed the smile at the corner of the other woman’s mouth. Upon closer inspection, she realized her restriction had long been broken!

“No way! How can your spiritual power reach such a level?”

Hearing this, Shen Qingli smiled, grasped the dagger’s hilt, and a green light flickered in her palm as the wound healed instantly.

“By the way, the reason I suddenly experienced such a surge in power is because of you. If you hadn’t sent word of me to the demon realm, I wouldn’t have obtained so many demon pills, and I wouldn’t have been able to break your restriction just now.”

Feeling the surging demonic energy within Shen Qingli, Rong Qiaoyi gritted her teeth and took control of the dagger once more.

Shen Qingli’s expression darkened as she suppressed it.

“Do you want to try attacking me again in my domain?”

She smiled and flicked her fingers slightly. The entire space twisted.

Vines sprouted from the windowsill and all the plants nearby, now surrounding Shen Qingli, swaying as they faced Rong Qiaoyi.

“You!”

Such an imposing display startled Rong Qiaoyi.

She had planned to flee but was bound to the bed with a single lash from Shen Qingli’s whip.

“You bitch, let me go! Let me go!”

She struggled and shouted as the woman holding the dagger slowly approached.

“What are you doing?!”

Seeing her terrified eyes, Shen Qingli suddenly took an interest in the dagger.

“Coriander, what is this thing?”