After Being Possessed by the Transmigrated Heroine - Chapter 5

Bai Niao hadn’t seen Duan Xiran for some time. He was always busy, and since Gao Zhan didn’t get along with him, Gao Zhan frequently made sure their paths didn’t cross. Having not seen him in so long, her thoughts briefly scrambled when she suddenly met his slightly impatient gaze.

“Are you awake?” It was only after the man’s long fingers pinched her cheek hard enough to hurt that Bai Niao realized it really was Duan Xiran who had come.

She straddled him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms tightly around his neck, calling out obediently, “I’m awake, Brother.”

Bai Niao’s voice was sweet, soft, and cloying, nearly dripping with honey and deep attachment. Very few people knew this: before she was kept by He Yueting and Gao Zhan, the first person she had followed was Duan Xiran.

Duan Xiran and Bai Niao’s fiancé were very close. Both had studied at Princeton; though they weren’t in the same year, they were good friends. Every time her fiancé returned to the country, Duan Xiran would host a party to welcome him.

Duan Xiran had a detached nature and the quintessential air of a noble scion—a true “chosen one.” His arrogance was never overt, yet no one had ever seen him truly value anyone. Bai Niao had only been able to speak to someone like him and call him “Brother” because of her fiancé. When she first started following him, she was both terrified and clingy, calling him “Brother” over and over again.

Bai Niao was vain and materialistic. After being kicked out of the Zhong family, she desperately wanted to use her relationship with Duan Xiran to save some face. She cared deeply about appearances, yet she could never quite maintain her dignity. At that time, Duan Xiran had a fiancée of equal social standing, yet he secretly kept a beautiful girl at home. Even if Bai Niao had explained it a thousand times, no one would believe there was nothing between them.

The servants were polite on the surface, but their whispers behind her back were incredibly mocking. Back then, Bai Niao was young; she would cry until her face was red and report them to Duan Xiran. He would lean back on the long sofa, cigarette in hand, nonchalantly pulling her onto his lap. He’d look at her sideways and ask, “What? Do you want to be Mrs. Duan, then?”

His voice was very light and devoid of emotion, yet it instantly struck Bai Niao’s sore spot. She bit her lip, her face flushing, but Duan Xiran only tightened his grip on her slender waist, his eyes dark: “Bai Niao, don’t make a scene with me.”

So, Bai Niao hated Duan Xiran for a while. It was only much later that she stopped hating him. He was, after all, the first person to raise her. When she was with him, she was very obedient, clingy, and dependent.

However, if she was away from Duan Xiran, she rarely thought of him. Gao Zhan would have an affair with her right under people’s noses and find any way to see her at the most inappropriate times; Duan Xiran would never. The noble temperament and arrogance in his bones wouldn’t allow him to do such a thing. He simply disdained it.

Lying in Duan Xiran’s arms, Bai Niao couldn’t figure out why he would come at this time. She tilted her face up and asked in a sweet, soft voice, “Brother, why are you here?”

Bai Niao was foolish and impulsive; her only skills were acting spoiled and being charming. The people serving her pampered and provided for her, and over time, she grew even more indolent. It was only in front of He Yueting that she would use every ounce of her energy to respond and carefully guess his intentions.

Duan Xiran looked down, his face brushing against hers, and said indifferently, “Can’t I come to see you if nothing’s wrong?”

They hadn’t seen each other in a while. Gao Zhan kept a very tight watch on her; when she was with him, it was hard for anyone else to even catch a glimpse of her shadow.

Duan Xiran was a true gentleman of the old school. He loved cleanliness and loathed the old; he was refined and meticulous. If he lent a 30-million-dollar luxury car to someone else, he would never touch it again. If it weren’t for his unpredictable personality, Bai Niao would have quite liked staying by his side, because he controlled her the least and was the most generous.

His voice was calm, but Bai Niao was happy. Straddling his lap, her voice was so sweet it could practically melt. “Of course you can, Brother.”

She had her eye on several of the latest designer bags and was just waiting for him to buy them for her. Bai Niao was easily blinded by immediate benefits. “Brother, I recently saw…”

She snuggled into his chest like a little bird, her ruby lips opening and closing, so close she was nearly kissing his thin lips. She had completely forgotten that she had spent the entire day worrying about her body being stolen. Now, her mind was full of nothing but those bags.

Just as Bai Niao’s lips were about to touch Duan Xiran’s, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

It was a very soft sound, but it scared her half to death. She looked toward He Yueting at the door as if she’d seen a ghost, nearly falling out of Duan Xiran’s arms. It was only because Duan Xiran held her waist that she didn’t lose all composure.

“Mr… Mr. He…” Bai Niao’s face was pale, her lips trembling. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and her eyes were filled with terror. She instinctively tried to defend herself. “I didn’t… it’s not…” she stammered incoherently. “It was Brother Xiran, he… he came over on his own…”

During the day, she had misremembered a tiny detail and suffered a heavy punishment. She didn’t dare imagine what He Yueting would do after catching the two of them in an affair.

He Yueting was dressed in a dark suit that almost blended into the night, naturally exuding a sense of pressure. His long fingers pinched her chin, asking in a low voice, “Why is it pinched red?”

His fingertips were icy. Bai Niao instinctively wanted to struggle, but her waist was held so tightly by Duan Xiran she couldn’t move an inch.

Duan Xiran also looked down, replying indifferently, “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Sitting on Duan Xiran’s lap, Bai Niao’s soft flesh could clearly feel the temperature of his trousers, yet her chin was held by He Yueting, forcing her face upward.

“Be gentler next time.” He Yueting leaned down, naturally kissing Bai Niao’s lips.

She let out a muffled “Mm” as her teeth were caught off guard and forced open. The deep kiss appeared gentle but was actually extremely ruthless, even carrying a hint of “filth.”

Bai Niao couldn’t breathe. Her flower-like face turned crimson, and her bottom shook as she struggled like a fish on a cutting board. Duan Xiran gripped her slender waist and, with a moderate force, slapped her soft backside.

Smack! The crisp sound was incredibly abrupt in the silent room.

Bai Niao’s struggling immediately stopped. She was terrified, and her mind was a mess; only tears fell like broken strings of pearls. By the time He Yueting picked her up, her face was already wet from crying.

She cried bitterly, the corners of her eyes stained red. She sobbed piteously, like a pear blossom drenched by rain timid and tender. Her meticulously groomed long hair fell messily over her snowy shoulders, her features filled with a heart-wrenching fear and helplessness.

He Yueting cradled her face, his thumb gently wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes. “Why are you crying?”

She hadn’t recovered yet. Suddenly being held in his arms made her body continue to shiver uncontrollably. She feared He Yueting—feared his immense power and his fickle nature but she had always feared his cruel methods most of all.

Originally, she was a very willful girl. It was He Yueting who had personally “trained” her into her current submissive state. The man’s movements were now as light as could be; the tears were wiped away, and a low kiss was placed on her forehead.

Yet even so, Bai Niao couldn’t stop the fear. She was too scared to even speak, her face pale and her lips trembling.

He Yueting sighed, looking at Duan Xiran with almost a hint of helplessness, and said softly, “Please wait a moment.”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear: the child was frightened and needed to be coaxed before they could continue their discussion. Bai Niao continued to cry, her face buried in He Yueting’s neck, her rounded white shoulders heaving like a helpless little bird.

When Duan Xiran had arrived, Bai Niao had only just woken up. The main lights in the bedroom weren’t on; only the moonlight and outside lights illuminated the interior. Half of Duan Xiran’s body was hidden in the darkness. His expression was unreadable as he said softly, “Alright.”

At this moment, he looked like a polite guest rather than an accomplice who appeared gentle but possessed dark, lingering eyes.

Bai Niao didn’t know when Duan Xiran arrived or when he left. She wasn’t used to staying up late unless it was to play. But these men seemed like they never got tired, often discussing business late into the night.

Midnight had long since passed. Bai Niao sat in He Yueting’s lap, using a golden spoon to eat a small dessert. She was a contradictory person: when she was bold, she feared nothing, but every time she was scared, she would react strongly—standing her “airplane ears” up like a kitten and hiding in a corner, too afraid to come out.

He Yueting had ordered the dessert and, after seeing Duan Xiran off, personally gave Bai Niao a bath. By the time she had completely calmed down, it was nearly 3:00 AM.

Bai Niao had played in the bathtub filled with rose petals for a long time, making her rubber duckies squeak loudly. Once she had her fun, her tears finally stopped, but she still looked listless completely devoid of the arrogance she had shown toward the Zhong family during the day.

He Yueting held her, took the small spoon, and fed her one bite at a time. She leaned obediently against his chest, her lips opening to slowly finish the dessert. Bai Niao came from a good background and received a top-tier noble education, but it seemed her inherently rambunctious nature made her a messy eater, always getting food on her lips.

When He Yueting lightly brushed her lip, his fingertip was suddenly enveloped by a warm sensation. Bai Niao’s action was entirely unconscious. She feared him; only when she provoked him would she boldly try to entice him. Normally, she wished she could worship him like a jade statue.

It was obvious whose presence this habit had been nurtured in. But Bai Niao didn’t realize it; she obediently held He Yueting’s finger and lightly tugged his sleeve: “Want… it, Mr. He?”

She loved being clean, and having just bathed, her white skin was translucent and glowing. Yet from those opening and closing lips, she could easily utter the “dirtiest” of words.

He Yueting’s eyes darkened instantly. He pressed down on her wrist and shook his head. “It’s very late. You need to sleep.”

After wiping her lips clean, he picked her up. Bai Niao wrapped her arms around his neck. Her long hair, which had just been blown dry, was fluffy and draped over her shoulders, the ends curling both exquisite and lively.

When he mentioned sleep, her tense nerves finally seemed to relax completely. Her little hand toyed with her long hair, twisting it back and forth. Her emotions had fluctuated wildly that night, but compared to how she was during the day, this version of her was much more reassuring.

He Yueting put her back on the bed and kissed her forehead before she slept. Perhaps he was being too paranoid. Aside from the madness and breakdown when they first got together, Bai Niao’s state over the years had been very stable. She was cowardly, but her psychological resilience was truly strong; she even dared to have an affair with Duan Xiran in his own territory and, when caught, dared to blame it on Duan Xiran.

In fact, they didn’t mind being together; it would save Bai Niao the trouble of traveling back and forth. But this had always been the thing she feared most; at the slightest hint of it, she would cry from terror.

However, there were benefits to this as well. He Yueting lifted his eyes to look at the moonlight outside. He smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeve and waited for Bai Niao to fall into a deep sleep before leaving.

The incense in the bedroom was light, and the hot bath had been very comfortable. Bai Niao had a very satisfying sleep, and all the fatigue from the previous day vanished.

In the morning, she opened her eyes happily, wanting to take a comfortable stretch. She had lived in many top-tier luxury villas and hotels, but she was most satisfied with this residence of He Yueting’s. Gardens, fountains, corridors, bedrooms, meals—there wasn’t a single thing she disliked.

When He Yueting was around, she was always on edge, but when he was away, she was the sole mistress of this beautiful manor. The servants and maids listened to her every command; it was nothing like being with Gao Zhan, where his assistant had to ask for permission even if she just wanted an ice cream.

Though she didn’t dare do anything truly out of line, she was indolent and loved to enjoy herself; her greatest desire was a life of luxury. He Yueting controlled her strictly but never let her lack for material things.

Bai Niao was just about to sit up in bed when she discovered something desperate: she couldn’t control her body again. Her little face immediately became wooden. Hearing the conversation between the system and Zhuang Han in her mind made her feel even more numb.

Host, host, good morning! Today the male lead isn’t home, so the host can freely carry out conquest activities.

Good morning, 667! Wow, this male lead’s work seems so busy. I thought “overbearing presidents” never had to go to the office.

The system chirped away, giving Bai Niao a headache, and Zhuang Han’s bright laughter made her even more irritated. This ghost of an imposter—she didn’t show up when Bai Niao was being bullied last night, but now that it was time to rest and play, she knew how to appear.

Bai Niao was exasperated but couldn’t control her body. She couldn’t even choose her own clothes, watching helplessly as Zhuang Han frowned, pushed aside all the beautiful dresses, and put a hideously ugly tracksuit on her.

Even at her lowest point, Bai Niao’s life had been exquisite. This tracksuit was in the deepest part of the walk-in closet; she didn’t even know how Zhuang Han had found it.

The white tracksuit was actually quite pretty. He Yueting had once wanted to cultivate Bai Niao’s character, hiring people to teach her dance and tennis. This tracksuit had probably been prepared back then. However, she had quit after less than two months, crying and making a scene until she never had to touch them again—even the practice clothes and tracksuits were packed away.

Bai Niao reluctantly went out and headed downstairs for breakfast. She really wanted to eat something delicious, but Zhuang Han’s tastes were completely different. Bai Niao found it unpalatable; she ate greens until tears nearly rolled down her cheeks, but she was truly hungry, so she could only humiliatingly finish all the vegetables.

Finally, at dessert time, she breathed a sigh of relief. The sweet sandwich cookies were freshly baked, the aroma enticing. Bai Niao was just about to dig in when the system’s noisy voice rang out again.

Host, host, the male lead isn’t home today, but another male lead, Duan Xiran, will come to accompany the female lead to a private dinner.

Zhuang Han was somewhat surprised. I thought I had to conquer them one by one. Are these lines all running simultaneously?

Bai Niao looked at the cookies, her mouth practically watering, but Zhuang Han wouldn’t eat them.

The system replied: Yes, Host. You can conquer multiple male leads at the same time.

Zhuang Han smiled and said softly, “That makes it more challenging.” She was confident and bright, her words sharp.

Bai Niao bit her lip, suddenly feeling a bit scared. If Zhuang Han really succeeded in the “conquest,” would she end up being with them all at once…?