After Being Possessed by the Transmigrated Heroine - Chapter 7

Happiness came far too suddenly.

After a brief moment of being stunned, Zhuang Han felt an intense surge of joy. It was only five simple Love Points, but the pleasure it brought her was greater than completing an entire conquest mission in the past. Even the system grew excited, virtually tossing confetti.

Congratulations, Host!

Bai Niao was not nearly as happy. She was fuming, wanting nothing more than to give Duan Xiran a thorough beating. How can there be a man like this? She had been by his side for years, and he hadn’t liked her one bit. This imposter had only been here for two days, and Duan Xiran was already falling for her?

Bai Niao’s fury burned brightly. She couldn’t understand it. Was Duan Xiran really such a shallow person? Zhuang Han hadn’t even started “conquering” him; she had just smiled at him, and he was already falling. Bai Niao’s eyes were nearly red with rage. But this time, she couldn’t seize the opportunity to take back her body. She could only follow Duan Xiran back, feeling both angry and aggrieved.

Zhuang Han spoke with a sweet, soft smile, recounting what had happened to Duan Xiran: “If you hadn’t told me beforehand, I would have thought that auntie just now was Sister Miaomiao. She looks so young.”

Duan Xiran looked down at his messages while chatting with her softly, “The mother and daughter look very much alike.” He used elegant, somewhat archaic vocabulary, preferring literary language even in daily life. His tone was pleasant; with his good looks and clear voice, he was indeed very likable when speaking gently.

But Bai Niao didn’t want to deal with him at all. Unfortunately, she could do nothing but stay inside her body and passively listen to them. She didn’t think it was a good thing to have someone else do things for her anymore. She gnashed her teeth in anger—what a pair of villains. One had stolen someone’s body, and the other couldn’t even tell that the person beside him had been replaced.

Bai Niao decided she never wanted to speak to Duan Xiran again. She bit her lip in hatred. Just you wait. Once she regained her body, she would kick Duan Xiran out of their “game.”

Bai Niao was foolish and slow, and she was bad at doing bad things. But she knew how to complain and whisper “pillow talk.” Her mind raced with a hundred different ways to frame Duan Xiran. She was a vengeful person, best at stirring up trouble; when the time came, she would make sure Duan Xiran knew her power.

Bai Niao went to bed in a huff. Just before falling asleep, she suddenly realized something: He Yueting didn’t seem to be home today. She had been so preoccupied with seeking revenge on Duan Xiran that she hadn’t noticed when He Yueting had left. Her attention span was naturally poor and she was easily distracted.

It was only now she remembered He Yueting hadn’t shown his face since last night. Normally, she should have been by his side during this period; previously, it was only because he was too busy and had to go out of town that he had left her with Gao Zhan. Now that his business was finished, there was no reason to push her onto Duan Xiran.

What exactly is he busy with?

She hadn’t seen that man in a long time either. Having lived in elite circles for years and been raised by these “chosen ones,” Bai Niao was still somewhat ignorant about their affairs. It was only much later that she realized He Yueting and Duan Xiran were closer, while Gao Zhan was closer to that man.

Bai Niao closed her eyes in a daze. Regardless, it had been an exhausting day, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

He Yueting didn’t return until the early hours of the morning.

He opened Bai Niao’s door while nonchalantly talking to Duan Xiran on the phone: “Was today alright?”

“Quite good.” Duan Xiran seemed to be driving; the sound of the wind came through the line. “She was very happy today.”

Happy is good.

Bai Niao had been acting strange these past two days, and He Yueting originally thought it was because of him. She feared him to the point where a single glance from him would make her break into a thin sweat. The initial period of intense conflict was long over, but He Yueting still regularly had psychologists come by. Sometimes they appeared as guests or in other guises to subtly diagnose her.

Fortunately, they had been very peaceful over the years. Peaceful enough that they wanted to start moving to the next level: marriage, for instance. Or a child sharing their blood.

It wasn’t until meeting the Zhong family two days ago that Bai Niao’s behavior became odd again. The more Duan Xiran insisted she was fine, the more He Yueting felt something was wrong. However, compared to a sudden mental illness or some messy scheme, he would rather she was plotting some petty mischief to sow discord among them.

Bai Niao was naive and had a bad temper. Occasionally, when she was upset with them, she’d try to use one to suppress another. It was a lot of work for a brain like hers after all, she was someone who took a year or two just to realize who among them was closer to whom.

At that thought, the corners of He Yueting’s lips curled up slightly. The bedroom was silent; Bai Niao was fast asleep. Her sleeping posture was terrible, her silk camisole rolled up at the waist, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the soft moonlight poured in, making her delicate body look even whiter.

Bai Niao murmured something in her sleep, sounding either angry or aggrieved. He Yueting looked down at her, his slender fingers gently caressing her face as he tucked a sweat-dampened strand of hair behind her ear.

She was always afraid he would be too rough with her. In truth, he was relatively restrained and detached in that regard. If she were uncomfortable or in a bad state, he wouldn’t do anything to her. Except for certain moments.

He Yueting half-lifted Bai Niao and kissed her neck. Very obedient today. No scent of Duan Xiran’s perfume on her. He should give her a reward, but she was already deep in sleep.

However, the moment the thought crossed his mind, Bai Niao suddenly bolted awake. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, and cold sweat matted her forehead. She threw herself into his arms, crying as if she had just escaped a nightmare.

He Yueting held her waist and steadied her in his embrace, coaxing her in a low voice: “What’s wrong, Niao Niao?”

Her consciousness was scrambled, as if she couldn’t distinguish between dreams and reality. “My… my body has been stolen,” she cried bitterly. “She wants me dead so she can occupy my body forever.”

She sobbed uncontrollably, tears falling in large droplets before she could even wipe them away. With tear-blurred eyes, she wailed, “Duan Xiran is also very bad. He doesn’t like me; he likes that imposter. I don’t like him either, but… but he’s so annoying for doing this.”

He Yueting used a tissue to wipe the corners of her eyes, cupping her face: “Don’t cry. It was just a nightmare.”

“No one will take your body,” he said softly. “And Duan Xiran won’t like anyone else.”

Bai Niao wasn’t young anymore, though not that old either. But her mindset was very immature, like a child’s. She was cowardly and afraid of ghosts, yet she couldn’t help watching horror movies; afterward, she’d need someone to accompany her even to the bathroom.

He didn’t know how many such absurd things Bai Niao had done; her frequent nightmares usually involved being eaten by monsters from Ultraman. He Yueting picked up the glass from the nightstand and fed her water. Her breathing was uneven from crying; after managed a few sips, she cried even harder.

“You don’t like me either!” she wailed loudly.

He Yueting gave a helpless, light chuckle. “I don’t dislike you either.”

Bai Niao’s eyes were red, her usually well-groomed hair a mess, making her little face look all the more pitiable. In a clear state of mind, she would never dare speak to He Yueting like this. But she was truly too aggrieved and sad. Even if she had raised a little animal she didn’t like for years, she couldn’t possibly have zero feelings for it. But these bastards actually didn’t like her at all.

Her tears fell like rain. Indeed, only money in this world won’t bully her or make her sad. In the future, she would spend more money, buy more expensive things, and live an even more luxurious life. If she could make them go bankrupt because of it, all the better.

But what made her saddest was that she was losing her body. If Zhuang Han found out she was still alive, would she really have the system “wipe her out”? At that thought, she immediately shuddered.

He Yueting shifted his position to hold her, becoming more and more helpless: “It’s all a dream, Niao Niao. Nothing like that will happen.” He wondered if he had truly terrified her the other day for such bizarre and surreal thoughts to emerge.

Bai Niao was a bit angry at his lack of understanding, but she was afraid that if she said too much, she would be discovered by the imposter who had appeared from nowhere. She clung tightly to He Yueting’s neck and said in a trembling voice, “Then hire a Taoist priest to perform a ritual for me. I might really be possessed.”

Normally, she would never dare command He Yueting like this. But she didn’t know when her body would be stolen again. Her thoughts were jumbled and her speech was a mess. “I’m really a bit scared. I’m afraid that one day I’ll just be gone.” She grabbed his sleeve, discarding all dignity, her face covered in tears.

Bai Niao seemed like she would never understand what tears meant in a bed; He Yueting’s eyes darkened slightly. He said nothing, but restrained himself and tucked her back into bed. “Nothing will happen,” he whispered.

Bai Niao slept poorly, her mind in a whirl. When she woke the next day, her head throbbed severely, as if a long hairpin had been driven into her brain. By the time the voices of Zhuang Han and the system began to ring, she was almost numb.

The only thing that made her happy was that He Yueting actually had brought a Taoist priest over. However, this priest was accompanied by Cheng Yu. The system’s screaming nearly blew the roof off.

Host, host! This is the male lead with the highest popularity in the original book, Cheng Yu. A military heavyweight, the youngest Major General. His background is incredibly powerful and his personal strength is exceptional.

Hearing such a string of introductions made Bai Niao’s head ache even more. Was this really the same man she knew?

Zhuang Han’s face was slightly flushed. Standing on the stairs, she gazed at the man in the white military uniform, a smile on her lips. “I was so resentful of you before, you won’t be angry, will you?” she said in a softened voice (to the system). “Actually, I didn’t mean it. You know that over these years, I’ve done so many missions, living a life on the edge of a blade. Now that I finally have a chance for a peaceful life of my own, I can’t help but care about this mission.”

She was a serious person; even with an AI like the system, she carefully weighed her words. While she gazed at Cheng Yu, she continued her dialogue with the system. Their conversation was a bit boring.

Bai Niao couldn’t listen further and stared intently at the Taoist priest beside Cheng Yu. To be honest, she didn’t know if a priest would be useful, but she’d try it first; if it didn’t work, she’d have He Yueting find a monk. Though she was slow, when it came to life and death, she tried very hard to think. She had realized that she could regain active control of her body when Zhuang Han was in a deep sleep. But how to wake up while Zhuang Han was asleep was a crucial problem.

Bai Niao looked toward the distance in distress. As her gaze swept over Cheng Yu, her thoughts drifted back to six months ago.

Among them, Cheng Yu had the best temper but was also the busiest. She even felt that as long as she didn’t cross a bottom line, he could dote on her even more than Gao Zhan. But he was truly busy. He was better two years ago, but starting last year, he became so busy she couldn’t even see his shadow.

Around the New Year last year, it was time for her to go to Cheng Yu’s place, but he hadn’t even returned to the capital. While she was debating whether to ask about it, He Yueting had someone send her to him, saying Cheng Yu had requested it.

Sitting on the helicopter, Bai Niao’s face was red with anger. She used the walkie-talkie to curse Cheng Yu as a bastard to Gao Zhan. “What’s the difference between this and traveling a thousand miles to deliver myself for sex?” she cried, feeling like she was dying of grievance. “How can he be so shameless? What does he take me for? I’m never coming back.”

Before she could finish, a voice from the other end interrupted her. Cheng Yu took the walkie-talkie from Gao Zhan and said leisurely, “Save the curses for later. Don’t waste them; say them to my face when you get here.” Bai Niao shuddered in fear and immediately shut her mouth.

Then in the spring, Cheng Yu returned, and she lived with him for a while. She had planted a few pots of flowers in his courtyard; she wondered if they had bloomed.

Before she could pull her thoughts back, Zhuang Han had already reached the door to welcome Cheng Yu. She smiled brilliantly and called out softly, “Brother Cheng Yu, long time no see.”

Cheng Yu held a piece of jade in his hand, playing with it nonchalantly. At the sound, he lifted his head slightly and said, as if casually, “It’s only been a short while since we last met. Why do you seem like a different person?”