After Being Possessed by the Transmigrated Heroine - Chapter 14.2

Her eyes were filled with blatant terror; like a startled bird, she looked up at him helplessly. He Youting pulled her waist and held her in his arms, his voice very light: “Did you have a nightmare again?”

Bai Niao was dazed as she was held on his lap. her breathing was still messy, and her voice was a bit unstable: “Mm… dreamed I was being hunted by a monster.” Her voice was muffled, as if she were a bit dejected.

Although Bai Niao herself wasn’t the one in control during the day, she had just been spoken to so harshly by him earlier, so she didn’t want to face He Youting right now. She was unhappy, but didn’t dare lose her temper with him, so she often just sulked like this.

Bai Niao was in a bad mood and didn’t understand why He Youting came to see her in the middle of the night. Thinking it over, they hadn’t been intimate since Zhuang Han possessed her body. Does he want to… do it?

Bai Niao was tired and a bit listless, but after weighing her options, she still wrapped her arms around He Youting’s neck. Seducing people was almost an instinct for her. Her nightgown was loose; she swayed her waist and slowly straightened her body, then parted her soft knees and looked into He Youting’s eyes.

The soft silk fabric slipped down, revealing a rounded, pale shoulder. Bai Niao’s skin was tender and white. She bit her lip, then stuck out her bright red tongue and gently licked her lips, her voice as sweet as pulled taffy: “Mr. He…”

He Youting didn’t speak; he just looked at Bai Niao. After she clumsily seduced him for a long time without seeing any reaction from the man, she felt even more discouraged. Bai Niao didn’t dare offend He Youting, nor did she dare lose her temper with him, so she sulked as she put her clothes back on, then turned and huddled into the thin blanket.

“I won’t disturb you anymore,” she said in a low voice. “You should get some sleep too.”

The slight movements in the darkness were so obvious. But He Youting still didn’t speak.

Bai Niao liked He Youting’s estate but didn’t like being with him. Every time she was before him, she always thought of those embarrassing memories from the past. His personality was also hard to deal with, always making her feel as awkward as a clown.

The more Bai Niao thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and her mood was about to hit rock bottom. She had finally managed to wake up in the middle of it all, yet she had achieved nothing and had lost face again.

Bai Niao shrank in the covers, feeling sadder the more she thought. However, just as she raised her hand to sneak a rub of her eyes, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her waist. The man’s hands were a bit cold; when they touched the corner of her eye, it was like suddenly falling snow.

His voice was so low: “Niao Niao, you’re unhappy. What exactly is wrong?”

A long time ago, He Youting had asked a similar question. Bai Niao had once desperately escaped; she didn’t get far, but managed to contact that man. She cried and said she missed him so, so much.

His voice was indifferent, and he said softly: “Bai Niao, didn’t I say it then? Don’t come and disturb me again.”

At that time, Bai Niao was still very naive. she always thought as long as they could meet again, she could definitely find a way to reconcile with him. But that phone call clearly told her it was just her fantasy. She cried until her face was covered in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

He Youting quickly found her with his men. He picked her up in his arms and softly negotiated terms: “If you want me not to tell Cheng Yu, that’s fine. But as for what you should do, think it over yourself.”

He Youting’s expression was calm, but that indifference held an extreme ruthlessness. Bai Niao collapsed in despair. Before completely falling into darkness, she was only glad for one thing: that phone card was snapped and crushed in the snow. No one would know she had secretly called that man.

But at night, when Bai Niao couldn’t sleep and her tears wouldn’t stop, He Youting stroked her face. “I won’t tell Cheng Yu,” he coaxed her softly. “Stop crying, Niao Niao.”

Bai Niao didn’t stop her tears; she cried even harder. He Youting kissed her forehead, expressing a hint of helplessness, and asked softly: “Niao Niao, you’ve been unhappy lately. What exactly is wrong?”

Bai Niao slept fitfully all night, and the next morning her head still hurt. As a child, she was very healthy, completely different from her “medicine jar” of a fake younger brother. But lately her physical condition hadn’t been great.

Bai Niao curled her body; she had no strength, couldn’t even hug the teddy bear, and was freezing. She shrank into a small ball, hiding in the depths of the thin blanket. Her bedroom was warm in winter and cool in summer; it was never cold. But Bai Niao still felt like she was in an ice cellar, unable to stop feeling the chill.

She was both sleepy and cold; ultimately her craving for sleep won over the need for warmth. After glancing at the light outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Bai Niao fell back into a deep sleep. Today it was rare that Zhuang Han wasn’t waking up either; she had to sleep her fill and definitely couldn’t lose out on sleep time.

She was lazy and loved to eat; even if He Youting was watching, she would never get up early. Furthermore, the Master had specifically instructed last night that the Eldest Miss went to bed late and breakfast should be served later, so it was even less likely anyone would wake her.

Thus, it wasn’t until He Youting returned at noon that he discovered Bai Niao had a high fever.

Bai Niao was dazed. When she was woken by He Youting, her thoughts were still immersed in a dream. The daylight was already bright. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were misty. She asked somewhat happily, “Is it snowing outside, Mr. He?”

Only when there’s heavy snow outside would such a reflection appear at night. Upon hearing this, He Youting was nearly laughed to anger by her. He picked her up and lightly patted her bottom: “It’s daylight, Niao Niao.”

Bai Niao was stunned. When she was carried to the window by He Youting, she realized it really was daylight. She let out an “Ah,” and looked up with surprise: “But my body hasn’t been stolen yet.”

Bai Niao wasn’t very smart when she was awake, let alone when she was somewhat dazed with a fever. While holding her, He Youting made a call to the family doctor with one hand and rubbed her hair with the other: “She won’t dare come out to hurt you. Don’t be afraid.”

Bai Niao started shouting in his arms. “I’m not afraid of her and that crappy system!” she said, struggling. “If they dare to show up in front of me, I’ll hit them.”

Bai Niao had actually learned a bit of self-defense; although it was only amateur skills, her posture was beautiful, and she looked somewhat impressive. He Youting covered the mouthpiece and gave her forehead a low kiss: “Be good, rest for a while.”

Bai Niao wasn’t a “good” kid, but when He Youting said that, she instinctively quieted down. She lowered her head and fiddled with the tassels of her dress, waiting for him to finish the call.

The attendant brought the family’s forehead thermometer and a traditional thermometer. Bai Niao put the thermometer in her mouth, shrinking into He Youting’s arms, covered with a thick blanket like a sickly kitten. It had been a while since she had a fever.

He Youting held her waist and touched his forehead to hers. She was hot all over, and her forehead was nearly scalding. Bai Niao seemed to be like this every time; after intense emotions, her body would have reactions sometimes a fever, sometimes something else.

When a person looks exactly like someone you love, has the same posture, and says the same words, how many people could truly tell the difference?

Having lived with Bai Niao day and night for years, He Youting had sensed the strangeness in her when they met the Zhong family that day. But even the boldest scientist wouldn’t believe in something like “possession.” It hadn’t been that clear during the day yesterday. But now, as Bai Niao curled her knuckles to loosely grab his sleeve, He Youting clearly perceived that there might really be two souls in her body.

There are many types of mental disorders. But there is no mental disorder in this world that can completely destroy a person’s previous personality and turn them into a completely different form.

Bai Niao was very dependent on others, especially when she was unwell. In the past, she was even more afraid of He Youting than she was now; their first “ice-breaking” moment was when she was sick and he came to take care of her. Bai Niao liked to cling to people; when sick, she was like an unweaned kitten, needing someone by her side at all times.

But yesterday at the hospital, she had behaved so gracefully, appropriately, and calmly. That mysterious soul might be able to mimic Bai Niao’s happy or arrogant appearance, but she couldn’t mimic the vivid details of her life. She was more like a puppet master, treating Bai Niao’s body like a marionette from the shadows. That situation was bizarre—it really was like a ghost possession.

He Youting took Bai Niao’s hand, lacing his fingers through hers, silently interlocking them. She was small, and her hands were small, easily held entirely within his own.

Bai Niao stayed nestled in He Youting’s arms even when the family doctor arrived, not moving from his lap. She hated being sick and taking medicine, and the constant fever was very uncomfortable. But thinking that being sick allowed her to take her body back, it didn’t seem entirely unbearable.

Bai Niao’s thoughts were jumbled. When the doctor asked her to open her mouth, she didn’t come to her senses; He Youting parted her lips to let the doctor use a speculum to look inside. She hated checkups. The speculum went in deep, and she nearly whimpered.

Then came the blood draw; He Youting covered her eyes, yet she still trembled uncontrollably from fear. Fortunately, the examination ended quickly.

“Master, it’s a fever caused by a bacterial infection,” the doctor, wearing plain glasses, said with precise terminology. “An intramuscular injection will quickly bring the fever down.”

Bai Niao wasn’t sensitive to other words, but the phrase “intramuscular injection” was something she was extremely sensitive to. Just a moment ago, she was leaning softly in He Youting’s arms; hearing this, her body immediately stiffened, and she tried to get off him in a panic.

“I’m not getting a shot!” Bai Niao said with a sob. “And I don’t want to get better. If I’m better, I won’t have my body again.”

Her intent to flee was too obvious. He Youting gripped her waist and pressed her straight back onto his lap. The man’s movements were refined, yet overbearingly strong. He coaxed her softly: “Be good, Niao Niao. It’ll be quick.”

Bai Niao’s slender waist was held firmly; after her panties were pulled down, her rounded, pale, soft bottom was exposed. Intense shame and fear intertwined, making her face turn bright red, and her tears began to roll down. At this point, Bai Niao couldn’t care about her dignity. Her face was red from crying as she cursed He Youting: “You bastard, He Youting! I’ll never believe you again!”

Taking care of a sick Bai Niao was the most difficult task in the world. He Youting suppressed his temper, softening his voice to coax her: “Your fever is too high. You have to have an intramuscular injection, but you’ll be better soon.”

Bai Niao couldn’t listen to him, but once the needle went in, she couldn’t say a word. She lay across He Youting’s lap, tears falling like a broken string of pearls, her vision blurred.

The injection ended quickly. While helping press down on the spot, He Youting shifted his posture to pick her up and make her more comfortable. Bai Niao lay in his arms, her dress messy, her face red from crying, looking quite pathetic.

“You’re a meanie,” she was still cursing him. “I didn’t need a shot at all; I could have gotten better with some rest.”

He Youting didn’t say much, letting Bai Niao curse him like that, but after a while, she lost her strength. She sobbed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, as weak and powerless as a bird that had fallen into the water. She had many tears; before long, they nearly soaked his shoulder.

Bai Niao was a bad-tempered, pampered young lady; she could play the role of an elegant lady normally, but in private, even when she feared him most, she always carried a dainty and fussy posture. She was a spoiled child whose nature could never be changed.

Holding Bai Niao, the turmoil that had lingered deep in He Youting’s thoughts for days suddenly all receded at this moment. This vivid, very troublesome Bai Niao was his Niao Niao.

Perhaps her body really had undergone some changes that science and common sense couldn’t explain. Otherwise, why would he stop loving her at certain moments?

He Youting cupped Bai Niao’s face, kissed the tears at the corner of her eye, and his voice was husky: “Stop crying, alright? If you keep crying, my heart will start to ache too.”

Her eyes were red as she blankly let him kiss her lips. Didn’t you say you didn’t like me at all? Why are you looking at me with those eyes?

After the shot, Bai Niao’s high fever gradually subsided, but a low fever was still tormenting her; she had to take medicine every morning, noon, and night. She was only glad for one thing: while sick, her body was her own.

Bai Niao nestled on the sofa, clutching a stuffed toy in one hand and using a small fork to eat snacks with the other. Truly strange. Something so ordinary in the past seemed so precious now after having her body stolen.

With a low fever, her sense of taste wasn’t great, but as she ate her beloved desserts, she was still so happy she felt like she was bubbling. If it meant she could drive away Zhuang Han and that bastard system, she was willing to be sick for a lifetime.

Bai Niao bit the fork, eating more and more happily. She didn’t even care about the cream on her lips, so she met Duan Xiran and the auction house staff while looking like a little “calico kitten.”

She looked at them, dumbfounded. Bai Niao had absolutely never expected that her casual mention back then would lead Duan Xiran to actually win that diamond necklace for her.

Items from the Christie’s auction house were extremely expensive; they had even auctioned national treasures before. Even with Duan Xiran’s wealth, this wasn’t something to be squandered so casually. Bai Niao tightly hugged her teddy bear so she wouldn’t drop her treasure on the floor.

“Didn’t you want it?” Duan Xiran said nonchalantly. “Come and try it on, see if it fits.”

The way he said it was as if he had bought her a new bag, rather than having won a treasure akin to a museum piece and sent it to her home. Even in her most “throwing money around” years, Bai Niao never dared to imagine she could live so extravagantly one day.

She swallowed, nearly walking with “matching hands and feet” as she stood up and walked to Duan Xiran’s side. “Brother, this…” Bai Niao hesitated, “Are you… giving this to me?”

She felt as if she were about to lose her ability to speak Chinese. But Duan Xiran’s expression was as calm as ever. He nodded: “Otherwise?”

For the first time, Bai Niao felt a piece of jewelry was difficult to handle. This was something exhibited in the Imperial Museum back then! Had it just become her gift?

While she was hesitating, a familiar voice suddenly rang in her mind.

Zhuang Han asked, confused and dazed: System, what’s happened to me?