After Being Possessed by the Transmigrated Heroine - Chapter 3

Bai Niao didn’t think much of it when she spoke. However, the gloom in Gao Zhan’s eyes dissipated by more than half.

He pulled Bai Niao into his arms and lowered his voice: “When you return, we’ll go to Santa Monica to see the ocean.”

Gao Zhan owned a beautiful beachfront villa in California, a place Bai Niao had wanted to visit for a long time. She happily wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a heavy kiss. “You have to keep your word! As soon as I get back, you take me there.”

Those weren’t exactly Gao Zhan’s original words, but Bai Niao loved pushing her luck and taking a mile when given an inch.

Gao Zhan wasn’t worried that Bai Niao would enjoy herself so much she’d forget to come home. Among the men in her life, he was the one who doted on her most; when she was with him, she lived as freely as a wild child. Still, knowing that Bai Niao was anxious to return to him did wonders for his mood.

He patted her head and gave a soft “Mm” in response.

Bai Niao was overjoyed, humming a little tune as she followed Gao Zhan back. She was delicate and temperamental, but her psychological resilience was truly formidable no matter what she encountered, she could always face it with boldness.

As they approached the reception room, Bai Niao was still in high spirits. Standing on the steps, she fiddled with the crystals on her puff-sleeve dress, her curled lashes lifting: “Is there anything else today?”

Her eyes were brimming with light, bright and sparkling.

Gao Zhan replied to a message while saying in a low voice, “There’s a simple private dinner tonight. Listen to He Yueting. I have things to handle, so I have to leave first.”

They had all been very busy lately. That was why Bai Niao had stayed by Gao Zhan’s side for so long.

Her eyes lit up at the words “private dinner,” but her face fell the moment she heard Gao Zhan was leaving. She put on a sorrowful expression, her pink lips spilling sweet words like they cost nothing: “Then I’ll miss you.”

Her eyes filled with moisture and her lashes fluttered, looking very much like she was speaking from the heart. Gao Zhan leaned over and lightly kissed her forehead. “Mm, I’ll miss you too.”

She obediently let him kiss her forehead and trace the tears at the corners of her eyes. But the second he left, her face transformed back into a joyful smile.

She pushed the door open, her lips curled upward in a glamorous smile as she walked in: “Mr. He.”

Bai Niao’s voice was sweet and cloying, nothing like the arrogant eldest daughter of the Zhong family she once was. She was like a beautiful plaything, a sweet canary. Her waist swayed as she moved, exuding a thousand charms.

Bai Niao was certainly not unattractive; quite the opposite, she was far too beautiful. So beautiful that any observant person, seeing her flushed face, would immediately know her status.

The reception room was silent. Every gaze converged on her at that moment. The expressions of the crowd were solemn, as if they were silently waiting for someone important. Their faces remained calm; after a brief moment of surprise, they returned to indifference, their eyelids dropping back down.

The aura of nobility was displayed to the fullest in them an elegance that made others feel ashamed of their own inferiority.

The Zhong family was an illustrious clan of long-standing tradition. They were aloof and high-minded, making Bai Niao an anomaly. She was vain, materialistic, shortsighted, and loved to put on airs, offending countless people both openly and secretly.

Even her beauty was so enchanting it was deemed “indecent.” Back then, people sneered, wondering how the Zhong family had produced such a low-class creature.

Later, when Bai Niao’s status as a “fake heiress” was exposed and she was kicked out of the house, half of the social elite cheered. She was a “beautiful idiot” with no bottom line, committing all sorts of evil for a fiancé who didn’t love her. She had even bullied and framed the real daughter of the Zhong family, Zhong Ling.

Thus, when the Zhong family cast her out, they were utterly merciless.

As the saying goes, the grace of upbringing is greater than all. Though Bai Niao didn’t share their blood, they had raised her for years. Even if she were cast out, she shouldn’t have held a grudge. She was a fake phoenix who had occupied another’s nest, enjoying years of luxury; she should have lived with her tail between her legs.

But Bai Niao was a vengeful person.

One could also say she was lucky. Even after losing everything, she managed to hook up with He Yueting. These past few years, she had lived better than the real Miss Zhong.

Standing by the door, Bai Niao looked at the members of the Zhong family sitting on the sofa, and the smile on her face slowly turned cold. Her flower-like face became gloomy, her eyes filled with mockery.

Bai Niao lifted her chin. She closed the pure white door and walked leisurely into the room. “What’s happened to the Zhong family now? What made you deign to lower yourselves and come here?”

Her expression was frigid, her words sharp and mean. Since coming to He Yueting’s side, she hadn’t acted like this for a long time. But the moment she locked eyes with the Zhong family, those long-suppressed emotions were suddenly ignited.

Sitting next to her mother, the real Miss Zhong, Zhong Ling, knit her brows and said softly, “Sister, how can you speak to Father and Mother like that?”

Her voice was delicate and soft; even when she was slightly angry, she remained gentle.

Bai Niao stood before them, looking down at Zhong Ling: “There’s no place for you to speak here.”

She loathed Zhong Ling. She had hated her since Zhong Ling was just a poor student from the slums.

That day, Bai Niao had gone to a high-end restaurant with her fiancé. He was busy and hadn’t been back in the country for a long time; she had spent all afternoon dressing up, wearing her favorite princess dress to see him. But before he even arrived, her skirt was splashed with wine.

Zhong Ling’s face turned pale as she apologized repeatedly, but Bai Niao had exploded on the spot. She had the temper of a pampered lady and never sympathized with others. Her eyes only ever saw herself especially since she had dressed so carefully to see her lover.

Zhong Ling’s eyes were red from crying. Even when she was about to kneel, Bai Niao remained unmoved. But just as Zhong Ling’s knees were about to hit the ground, a pair of hands pulled her up.

It was none other than Bai Niao’s fiancé.

Cinderella and Prince Charming—an eternal theme of fiction. A bystander filmed the scene and posted it online. Netizens screenshotted it, comparing their encounter to “destiny” in a movie, while Bai Niao, the legitimate fiancée, was cursed as the “vicious female supporting character.”

Bai Niao was harassed online and became even angrier. Back then, she truly wanted to destroy Zhong Ling her job, her studies, everything. However, before she could do more, her identity as a fake heiress was exposed.

The once arrogant Miss Zhong was reduced to a stray dog. Even the fiancé she loved deeply abandoned her. Instead, the girl from the slums became the celebrated young lady of the house.

Bai Niao hated Zhong Ling. She didn’t feel she had stolen anything from Zhong Ling; rather, she felt Zhong Ling had stolen everything from her.

When Bai Niao spoke rudely, Zhong Ling didn’t hold back. She stood up, her thin brows furrowed. She had been back with the Zhong family for several years now; they had hired the best etiquette teachers to wash away her “lower-class” aura. The current Zhong Ling was no longer the restaurant waitress Bai Niao could bully at will.

Her eyes held blatant disgust, and her voice was no longer restrained: “It’s one thing if Sister finds me annoying, but Father and Mother raised you for years. Are you really this disrespectful to them?”

Zhong Ling was tall and slender, wearing a dark-colored gown. Her features exuded a noble aura nurtured by wealth the same arrogance and aloofness as the rest of the Zhong family.

Bai Niao had never liked them. She couldn’t be bothered to deal with Zhong Ling and sat on the opposite sofa, looking at the crowd with her chin tilted up.

She chuckled. “Who’s family with you? My household register has only me on it, and my home doesn’t have debt problems.”

“If I had known today’s guests were you,” she raised an eyebrow, “I wouldn’t have even looked at you.”

“Yueting just got back. Even those poor relatives of the He family wouldn’t dare send an email to his assistant,” Bai Niao cold-eyed the Zhong family. “Only rascals like you would dare to knock on his door.”

Her words were incredibly sharp. She discarded all social etiquette, intending to tear their faces off completely. But her relationship with the Zhong family had been shattered beyond repair long ago.

A crack appeared in Mrs. Zhong’s calm demeanor. Mr. Zhong’s face turned livid. They were used to being treated as nobility, respected wherever they went; they had never been pointed at and cursed like this.

Mr. Zhong stood up in a rage, his palm raised: “Bai Niao!”

Was Bai Niao the type to let herself be bullied?

“Can’t you understand me?” she glared at Mr. Zhong. “You stopped being my father long ago. What right do you have to lecture me?”

Bai Niao kicked a tall flower vase near the coffee table. The expensive ice-cracked white porcelain toppled over, shattering across the floor with a loud crash.

Bai Niao had always had a terrible temper. Her nature was malicious; when she was unhappy, she wanted to drag everyone down with her.

He Yueting had intentionally kept the attendants out of the room, thinking he would give them a chance for a “family reunion.” But hearing the crash, how could those outside stay still?

People rushed toward the reception room. As they neared the door, they heard Bai Niao scream: “Get out, all of you!”

Her “eldest miss” temper had been spoiled since childhood; it was only in recent years with He Yueting that she had gradually restrained herself.

He Yueting had originally planned to accompany Bai Niao to meet the Zhong family. He was just half an hour late due to a temporary matter, and she had already turned the place upside down.

When He Yueting arrived, Bai Niao’s temper hadn’t subsided. Half the porcelain in the reception room had been smashed to pieces, leaving the floor a mess.

His assistant was half-crouched, coaxing her with a forced smile: “Miss, please stop being angry, okay? I’ll have someone bring you some ice cream in a bit.”

Bai Niao leaned back on the sofa, clutching a teddy bear, her eyes red. It looked as though she had been the one greatly wronged, rather than the one who had cursed out the Zhong family for no reason. Her lace-trimmed skirt swayed, making her fair calves look like snow.

Bai Niao’s eyes were full of tears as she looked at the assistant: “Only you are good to me.”

After that outburst, she wasn’t without fear. He Yueting had just returned, and she couldn’t gauge his mood. Moreover, she had been late that morning and made him wait; he had said he would settle the score with her.

But she still held a glimmer of hope. After the frenzy, she calmed down. If the Zhong family dared to come at this time, perhaps they hadn’t come on their own but had been invited by He Yueting. She had let her prejudices take over.

She was used to the people around him. Bai Niao was still angry, but she was quick to think of how to handle the aftermath. She even planned how to silence the Zhong family. After all, they were always so mean to her; she saw no need to respect them. So what if it was a misunderstanding? Who knew what their original intentions were?

However, before her schemes could be realized, He Yueting returned.

His eyes were icy. He closed the door behind him: “Go and apologize to your parents.”

He Yueting always knew Bai Niao was foolish, but he didn’t know she could be this stupid. In the elite circles, power was everything. Bai Niao’s identity was special; after being kicked out, she relied entirely on others to maintain her lifestyle.

He Yueting had personally set up this gathering for her for a future purpose. Besides the Zhong family, other guests were supposed to arrive shortly. He had spent days planning this just to raise Bai Niao’s status. The Zhong family’s power was average, but they were the most “noble-minded.” Who would have thought Bai Niao would offend them so thoroughly without even asking questions?

Before Bai Niao could react, she was pinned across He Yueting’s lap. A palm suddenly struck her backside. He didn’t hold back his strength; a sharp pain surged through her. Her dress was thin, and her soft flesh immediately swelled.

Bai Niao trembled with pain, her sobs breaking apart. Even the assistant was stunned, standing up hurriedly: “President He.”

He Yueting rarely cared about Bai Niao’s pride, and he never cared about the occasion when it came to discipline. Moreover, she had repeatedly crossed the line today.

Bai Niao bit her lip hard, but her sobs still escaped. Yet her long-buried stubbornness was also piqued: “I… I won’t apologize to them.”

Her face turned crimson. She cared about “face” more than anything and felt like dying from the shame, but she didn’t want to submit to He Yueting at this moment.

If it were Gao Zhan, he might have had the patience to hear her defense. He Yueting did not. His eyes were dark as he patted her cheek: “Then stay here. When you’ve figured it out, you can come out.”

Ignoring Bai Niao, He Yueting turned off all the lights and left the room.

Bai Niao feared He Yueting to her very marrow; normally she wouldn’t dare disobey him. Beyond that, her greatest fear was the darkness. She was terrified of being locked in solitary confinement. She forgot the pain and cried, pounding on the locked door: “I was wrong, Mr. He…”

She cried until her voice was hoarse, but the man was in a rage; why would he listen to her?

Bai Niao curled up, hugging her knees, and cried for a long time in the dark. Her physical stamina was poor, and after crying for a while, she was so exhausted she felt she might fall asleep. Her head throbbed, and her mind felt heavy and dazed.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

Ding! Hello, Host. I am Transmigration System No. 667, happy to serve you. I will now transmit the female lead’s identity information and the previous plot summary.

Bai Niao’s eyes widened in confusion. Just as she wanted to say something, she found her mouth opening on its own. A bitter laugh rang out.

This female lead’s character setting is way too ridiculous. This is literally a “Hell Mode” start.

Bai Niao looked up blankly. What was happening? Why was her mouth speaking by itself?