Peach-Orange! – Chapter 132 – I Will Accept Your Confession

“Running away solves nothing. As a doctor, you know this. We can’t avoid difficult conversations with families regardless of circumstances.”

Professor Su glanced into Chi Xiaocheng’s room while walking with Doctor Wang, her expression pained. “Miss Su’s avoidance only prolongs mutual suffering.”

“Whether she loves her or not, she must confront those evaded feelings. They got lucky this time. What about the next?

“Will there even be a next time?”

No one knew if Chi Xiaocheng would comply with treatment.

Professor Su could treat illness, not heartache.

They say avoidance is shameful yet effective.

But with Chi Xiaocheng’s condition, even if she escaped death once, then what?

The problem demands facing. Delaying worsens everything.

People must push themselves sometimes. When external pressure fails, apply your own.

Professor Su’s approach shared similarities with Chi Xiaocheng’s methods.

She’d used various pressures to monopolize Su Tao’s attention. Simultaneously employing cuteness and obedience to foster gradual affection.

Yet her month-long plan had failed.

Even such devoted acting couldn’t compete with a marriage contract.

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A fiancé.

Now Chi Xiaocheng understood that Dark Xiaocheng was right.

The prerequisite for genuine love was making Su Tao unable to leave!

Possess first, love afterward!

Two days later….

Chi Xiaocheng’s skills accelerated her recovery. She was able to speak, yet deliberately avoided Su Tao’s gaze, turning away whenever she approached.

Like a sulking girlfriend.

At dawn, Su Tao arrived bedside with a basin and toothbrush.

She adjusted Chi Xiaocheng’s position against pillows, gathering her hair into a clasp.

“Close your eyes. Let me wipe your face.”

Warm towel in hand, she received only a defiant head turn.

“Xiaocheng, I know I was wrong. Don’t be angry.”

A dismissive “Hmph.”

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Too easily gained, too lightly valued.

Though the fake death failed, she’d exploit this setback, ensuring Su Tao’s undivided attention until full recovery.

Beyond that initial “Tao-Tao,” she’d ignored Su Tao completely.

Guilt tormented the heroine.

Normally, Xiaocheng would greet her with smiles. Yet, three days post-argument and not even a smile was directed at her!

It was agonizing.

Yet despite the ache, Su Tao abandoned all other responsibilities to care for Chi Xiaocheng.

Seeing continued resistance, she gently cupped Xiaocheng’s chin, turning her face forward for cleansing.

“Open up for brushing~”

Like tending a child.

One consolation: beneath the cold exterior, Chi Xiaocheng complied with necessities.

Her little mouth opened, revealing adorable pointed canines.

The half-hour routine concluded with a body wipe, which was most flustering for Su Tao, as Xiaocheng’s soft moans suggested improper pressure.

Hospital breakfast followed.

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“Too hot? Please talk to me. I truly know I was wrong.”

After swallowing porridge, Chi Xiaocheng finally spoke: “Why bother? You don’t love me. Go be with your fiancé.”

Oddly, Su Tao felt faint sweetness at this jealousy.

Jealousy meant Xiaocheng still cared, not like the suicide note’s despair.

She explained eagerly: “You know I never hid anything. That marriage contract was forged by a scoundrel claiming news about my father.

“I only went… hoping for my father.”

She’d never acknowledged that contract nor wanted the stranger Xiao Ming.

Without the matching jade pendant, she’d have ignored him.

Having learned the truth from Si Chen, Chi Xiaocheng kept pretending. “Liar.”

“I’m not!”

“Even your ‘love’ is fake!”

“I…” Su Tao faltered. She’d known this confrontation loomed.

A poor answer might trigger treatment refusal.

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As Professor Su said, no second chances.

Not from success, but from losing Xiaocheng permanently.

Wasn’t it time to face this?

No more escape.

If rejection fails, force acceptance.

Future consequences aside, Xiaocheng mattered now.

Meeting her gaze solemnly, Su Tao declared: “My love is real. I refused your confession because… Ye Liang and Lin Fangya might target you like that night.

“I couldn’t bear you getting hurt again!

Clasping Chi Xiaocheng’s hand, she vowed: “If you confess again, my answer will be ‘Yes.'”

Becoming lovers? An inevitable step.

Yet holding that small hand, Su Tao’s pulse quickened inexplicably.

This wasn’t real love, just helpless placation.

So why the nervousness?