After Being Possessed by the Transmigrated Heroine - Chapter 6

The female lead might be arrogant, willful, and materialistic devoid of almost any redeeming qualities and possessing the perfect persona of a “vicious female supporting character” but it had to be said: she was a truly lucky person.

This thought reached its peak in Zhuang Han’s mind when she met the second male lead, Duan Xiran. Having just transmigrated, she had only seen He Yueting besides the Zhong family. He Yueting was a man of overwhelming power and stunning beauty. A man in his position must have seen countless beauties, yet from start to finish, his eyes had only been on the female lead.

Even the real Miss Zhong, Zhong Ling, was very pretty and had a gentle, submissive personality. Her most touching feature was her deer-like eyes; when she looked at someone unblinkingly, few could refuse her. Though she was far from the female lead’s level of beauty, she was still outstanding among ordinary people. Zhong Ling respected He Yueting deeply and watched him throughout their conversation; Zhuang Han even suspected she harbored special feelings for him. Yet, Zhuang Han remembered clearly that He Yueting didn’t spare Zhong Ling a single glance the entire time.

He was high and mighty, yet his partiality for the female lead was so blatant and direct. This male lead was so perfect that Zhuang Han began to wonder: Did she really need to “conquer” them? They clearly already loved her so much.

The moment she looked at Duan Xiran, Zhuang Han’s mind went blank. The young man wore a crisp shirt, his suit jacket draped over his arm. His aura was cold, reminiscent of the snow on a mountain peak transcendent, piercing, elegant, and timeless. Noting the gaze from the second-floor terrace, he tilted his head slightly.

Duan Xiran knit his brows and raised his voice: “Don’t lean so close to the railing.”

His expression seemed impatient, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. Duan Xiran was exceptionally handsome; even when he looked over with a face full of annoyance, one couldn’t help but lose themselves in his gaze. Perhaps it was the “suspension bridge effect,” or perhaps some unexplainable reason, but Zhuang Han’s heart skipped a beat. She pursed her lips and turned away.

Duan Xiran was startled, not understanding what was wrong with her. Did He Yueting punish her yesterday? Or is she just taking her anger out on me for no reason?

Bai Niao had a very delicate temperament. Even though she was the one who usually clung to him, once caught, she would only blame him. She was incapable of self-reflection and didn’t believe she ever should. Among them, only He Yueting could control her; Duan Xiran couldn’t before, and he certainly couldn’t now.

Gao Zhan, on the other hand, had spoiled her to the heavens. If Bai Niao shed a single tear, Gao Zhan would want to pluck the stars and the moon for her. Duan Xiran thought about this nonchalantly as he stepped into the main hall.

Bai Niao had lost “face” in front of Duan Xiran the night before and didn’t want to see him at all. Arrogant and willful, her greatest concern was her own dignity. If she could, she would have kicked Duan Xiran out.

She had done such things before. Among the group, He Yueting and Duan Xiran were the closest. There were many marriages between their prestigious families; they were related by marriage and had grown up together. Occasionally, when He Yueting was busy and Bai Niao was at his place, He Yueting would ask Duan Xiran to look after her.

Compared to Gao Zhan, Duan Xiran truly counted as a “gentleman.” When Bai Niao wasn’t officially with him, he really wouldn’t touch her. She was a “beautiful idiot” with a particularly spoiled nature; once, simply because she didn’t want to attend a banquet, she faked an illness to drive him away. Fearing she was truly unwell, Duan Xiran could do nothing with her; he called a doctor and left.

But He Yueting had too many ways to handle her. Bai Niao didn’t dare be too willful. She leaned against the wall, clutching the curtains, desperately wanting to find a place to hide. But this was no longer her choice to make.

Zhuang Han chatted with the system with a light smile: “You’re right, I was too nervous.”

Bai Niao, with nothing to do, could only stay inside the body and listen to them. In just one short day, she had learned everything about Zhuang Han’s past—her ordinary life before death, her success in conquering two other villainous male leads, and how she now fully considered this body her own.

Zhuang Han didn’t speak much, but the system was a real chatterbox. Chirping away, it was incredibly irritating.

This book mainly has four male leads. Host can conquer any of them. Once you collect a total of 400 ‘Love Points,’ the mission is complete.

The system popped up a status panel. Bai Niao looked at it with great interest. Although they didn’t like her and she didn’t like them, suddenly being able to see others’ “love” was a novelty. She craned her neck, trying to see clearly. She didn’t have high hopes for them, but seeing a string of zeros still made her furious.

When Bai Niao got angry, she liked to smash things. She was so mad she wanted to jump up, and when she saw Duan Xiran push the door open, she wanted to throw everything at him. They actually don’t love her at all.

Bai Niao didn’t care whether they loved her or not, but that string of zeros insulted her. How could there be such bastards? She was so upset her eyes began to redden.

Duan Xiran lifted his eyes and saw Bai Niao with red rims. He didn’t know what grievance she had suffered; her eyelids were red, her eyes moist, and tears clung to her curled lashes. Bai Niao was very good at acting weak and using a fragile posture to gain benefits or even frame others.

Duan Xiran was well aware of her malice. Yet, concern instinctively colored his words. He lowered his gaze and asked softly, “What’s wrong? Who bullied you?”

Bai Niao didn’t want to deal with him at all. She turned her face away and slapped his hand. The crisp smack was light, but Duan Xiran’s expression turned cold instantly. He was a refined gentleman, but he was never so gentle that he lacked a bottom line. Duan Xiran had the pride of nobility in his bones; most people wouldn’t dare whisper a word of gossip in front of him, yet only Bai Niao dared to insult his dignity like this.

He pinched her chin, his voice cold: “Do you really think I can’t control you?”

He didn’t hold back his strength. Bai Niao’s skin was tender; a single pinch left red marks. His words weren’t direct, but the underlying threat was clear. This was Bai Niao’s greatest fear.

But right now, she couldn’t care about his words. Bai Niao’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t understand how she had suddenly regained control of her body. What happened? How am I suddenly back?

Bai Niao pursed her lips, shaking her head desperately: “I didn’t… Brother.” She was best at putting on an act and pretending to be innocent.

Duan Xiran’s gaze searched her face, his eyes filled with coldness and annoyance. The brief warmth from a moment ago vanished, leaving nothing behind. It wasn’t until he released his grip that Bai Niao could catch her breath. She coughed twice, her mind a chaotic jumble; it felt like suddenly falling from a great height to the ground, the vertigo intense.

But before she could say anything more, her soul was wrenched away again. She couldn’t withstand that powerful tension; her eyes closed, and she fainted. Duan Xiran’s expression changed instantly. He caught her by the waist, his pupils shrinking: “Niao Niao!”

Bai Niao didn’t know how she fainted or for how long. She was jolted awake by the noisy sounds in her ears. It seemed she was at a banquet, and someone was offering her a toast.

Bai Niao couldn’t stand hard liquor; at most, she’d drink some wine or a cocktail. Though, usually, no one dared to toast her. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person opposite her a kind-looking middle-aged woman. The woman wore a Western dress and a champagne-colored dress hat, her words classical and elegant: “It’s been a while. Miss Zhong has grown even more graceful.”

Bai Niao’s head was still spinning. She was already bad with names; after not seeing this person for a long time, she had no idea who she was. Fortunately, Zhuang Han was the one in control now. Utilizing a “cheat” from the system, she responded with a bright smile: “Madam flatters me. You are the one who is eternally youthful. If Brother Xiran hadn’t told me, I would have thought you were Sister Miaomiao.”

Zhuang Han was poised and radiant, appearing like a true lady of quality. But her heart was a cacophony of noise.

What is going on? Wasn’t the female lead’s consciousness supposed to be annihilated? What just happened?

Zhuang Han’s words were filled with irritation and a hint of panic. The system also seemed to be sweating profusely.

Host, please don’t worry. It might have been an anomaly in the main system. We are certain the female lead’s consciousness has vanished. Don’t worry, just now was likely an accident.

While Zhuang Han smiled and chatted with the noblewoman, her mind was like a machine gun firing at the system.

This is the body I’m going to use later! What if this happens again? I’ve done so many missions for you is this how you treat me?

She was so anxious she nearly missed the noblewoman’s next remark. The accident in the morning had been too sudden. Zhuang Han hadn’t even had time to react before the body became uncontrollable. She had watched herself slap Duan Xiran away, watched his expression turn cold and disgusted, and then she fainted.

When Zhuang Han woke again, it was near noon. Duan Xiran was on the phone, preparing to cancel the afternoon’s private dinner, but she suddenly opened her eyes. Zhuang Han, pale-faced, said hurriedly, “I’m fine, Brother Xiran. I can go to the banquet. You don’t have to go to such trouble for me.”

Zhuang Han hadn’t been this panicked before, but seeing that string of zeros for Love Points that morning had truly shocked her. She knew the female lead’s personality was unlikable, even annoying. But she hadn’t expected the male leads to truly not love her at all.

Since she began transmigrating, Zhuang Han had never failed a mission. She instinctively used her accumulated methods: the “little sunshine” persona was the most effective. It was invincible in “villain redemption” books. But these men were different. The chosen ones nurtured by elite families might look affectionate, but they were cold-blooded and ruthless to the core. Furthermore, they didn’t have much tenderness to begin with.

Duan Xiran looked at her for a moment, not answering immediately. He made a call in the hallway and only agreed after returning thirty minutes later.

Bai Niao listened with great interest as Zhuang Han and the system argued. Previously, being unable to control her body had made her very frustrated. Now, she suddenly didn’t feel that way.

She hadn’t suffered much since childhood. As soon as she was kicked out of the Zhong family, she was taken in by Duan Xiran. All these years, she had lived in luxury, better than the real Miss Zhong; countless people envied her in secret. Correspondingly, her life was very dull. She had no freedom; her schedule was dictated by others. Going out for fun was planned by the year. Her last outing was being dragged to a military zone for a New Year’s eve in the freezing snow.

Bai Niao listened to the two argue, her eyes growing brighter. Zhuang Han was very sharp-tongued; even the system couldn’t win. Since it relied on her to complete the mission, it eventually gave her a “cheat” to stop her attack.

As long as the Host obtains one Love Point, we can transfer ten million to your account.

Bai Niao was materialistic, but she had never had a concept of money. One hundred, ten thousand, ten million there was no difference to her. She had no interest in the string of zeros in an account. What she liked was the envy and jealousy in others’ eyes when they looked at her. Many people hated her, many held grudges, but those who envied her were the most numerous.

Having secured tangible benefits, Zhuang Han’s tone softened. But regarding Bai Niao, she asked one more thing: “Are you sure the original soul is completely dead?”

The question was very rude. Bai Niao knit her brows. The system said cautiously yet firmly: Our main system has checked three times. We are certain the original soul’s consciousness has been annihilated, Host.

The conflict between them ended. Zhuang Han stopped chatting and focused on the banquet. There weren’t many people, and the location was quiet and beautiful. Zhuang Han was excellent at socializing; she handled the banquet with ease, and the elder guests were full of praise for her. She was bright and dazzling, her radiance making it hard to look away.

When Duan Xiran walked over, Bai Niao (Zhuang Han) was standing by the railing, talking to a young girl. She was smiling, her eyes curved. Her expression was one of pure happiness and relaxation—as if she had returned to her carefree girlhood.

Duan Xiran couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Bai Niao smile like that. She had some innocence as a child, but as she grew up, she became increasingly arrogant, even heartless and cruel. Her eyes only saw the life of luxury.

Then there was that man. They were once good friends; the first time Duan Xiran saw Bai Niao was by his side. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in a poofy princess dress, calling him “Brother” in a crisp, clear voice. She was well-protected, delicate, the ends of her hair curled she really did look like a little princess from a fairy tale.

Not many people knew how she had become what she was today. He Yueting doted on her too, but he had never seen her smile at him like this.

Speaking of which, he really does care about her, Duan Xiran thought nonchalantly. Yesterday, because she seemed a bit off, He Yueting had hurriedly asked him to come over. Today’s banquet was also unnecessary; he had only invited guests on short notice because he feared she was bored.

Bai Niao’s true nature loved excitement; she enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded and pampered. If she had a good time, she could talk about it happily for days. Even the assistants and maids would get tired of hearing about it.

Duan Xiran’s expression was indifferent. If it weren’t for the system’s chirping, Bai Niao wouldn’t have noticed he was there. She thought of those zero Love Points and felt angry; she didn’t want to deal with him at all. If they don’t like her, she won’t like them either.

Bai Niao was fuming and wanted to ignore him, but Zhuang Han very much wanted to engage with him. She curved her lips: “Brother Xiran.”

The system’s notification suddenly rang:  Duan Xiran Love Points: +5.