After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 64

An Yu felt everything around her blur, all sensation in her body fading away. She closed her eyes and quietly waited for the system’s punishment.

She waited for a while, but nothing happened—only a burning tear fell on her face, tugging painfully at her heart. She wanted to speak, to tell Lin Duxi not to cry, but her desperate struggle was met with nothing but the rushing wind by her ears, cutting across her cheek like a knife.

Wind? Weren’t they in the restaurant? Why was there wind?

Realization struck, and An Yu’s consciousness snapped back. She flung her eyes open.

The rooftop was empty, and the night cast an eerie stillness over the surroundings. The neon lights outside were scattered, leaving everything else in darkness. An Yu’s pupils dilated as she took in the scene, a sense of familiarity washing over her.

This was the company rooftop from which she had been pushed.

Her heart jolted. She stood about a meter from the edge, a suitcase she had brought from home at her feet—the suitcase containing the seven hundred thousand in cash she had prepared for the exchange—now safely resting beside her.

An Yu looked around in surprise. The cold night wind slashed across her face like a blade. She lifted her hair to see more clearly, confronting the scene before her.

She remembered hearing the system’s cold voice say, “Punishment mode activated,” at the end of the countdown. Could this be what it meant? It didn’t hurt at all.

Had she somehow become immune to this stupid system’s electric shocks?

Her mind raced as she observed her surroundings. This was indeed the place she had agreed to meet that mysterious person. Everything had happened too suddenly; many details were fuzzy. Now, standing at the high edge, one more step meant a plunge into the abyss.

An Yu tried to step back—but at that moment, footsteps came from behind her. Light but filled with sinister intent. She froze in alarm, ready to move.

Yet her body, once free to move, now felt as heavy as lead, as if a cultivator’s dantian had been sealed. She could only hear the cold, wind-blown footsteps approach.

Her consciousness was trapped in her mind, watching the reenactment as if she were an outsider.

“You here? I brought the money you needed. All seven hundred thousand are here,” she heard herself say as she lifted the suitcase, unlocking it to check inside.

Her mind screamed: Run! Don’t stand here! Run!

She scanned the dark surroundings but could not see the black-clad figure hiding under a pile of discarded stones. She turned to relock the suitcase.

Then, heavy, urgent footsteps sounded behind her. She instinctively wanted to look back—but suddenly, a sharp pain struck her left abdomen, and she immediately lost strength. Someone shoved her from behind. An Yu and the suitcase plummeted off the rooftop.

As she fell, her eyes widened. She finally saw the towering commercial building ahead, bright neon lights blazing.

A massive advertisement for GG brand, endorsed by Lin Duxi.

The dazzling lights pierced her eyes. Her body flipped in midair due to gravity, cash spilling from the suitcase, turning the moonlight a haunting red. Darkness was suffused with this deep crimson, freezing like congealed blood.

Amidst this sea of red, she clearly saw a figure lean out from the rooftop—clad in black, holding a blood-stained knife, wearing a clown mask. The red light hit the twisted grin of the mask, creating a disturbing scene.

The clown’s smile stretched to the ears, as if saying:

You’re finally dead.

“Hu… ha…” An Yu awoke with a start, sitting up in bed, staring blankly at the dark room, panting. She had been so abrupt that she woke the person sleeping beside her.

She tried to wipe the sweat dripping from her forehead, but a hand caught hers as she propped herself up.

“An Yu, you’re awake! Are you feeling okay?” Lin Duxi sat up beside her, worry in her eyes.

An Yu slowly tilted her head. “Lin Duxi, I…” She glanced down at her simple pajamas.

“Aren’t we in the restaurant? Why are we here?” She took a few seconds to recall what had happened at the restaurant, quietly suppressing the memory of her dream.

Seeing An Yu speak, Lin Duxi let out a breath she had been holding. She didn’t answer immediately but brushed the sweat from An Yu’s forehead, closing the gap between them.

“An Yu,” Lin Duxi said, gazing tenderly at her, eyes soft like the night, then leaned into An Yu’s shoulder.

“After you fainted in the restaurant, I was so scared. The doctor said it was just a mild fever. After the IV, we came back, but you hadn’t woken. I was so worried.” Her voice trembled near An Yu’s ear.

“This is… my home?”

“Yes. You slept for a whole day. I was worried you hadn’t eaten, so I’ve been cooking. Let’s go eat, okay?” Lin Duxi held An Yu tightly, pleading.

One whole day?

An Yu was still dazed but wrapped her arms around Lin Duxi’s trembling frame, responding instinctively.

“You’re sorry for making me worry,” she said.

Lin Duxi loosened her grip on An Yu’s slender waist, eyes glimmering. “I’ll serve some porridge. You haven’t eaten in a day. You must be starving.” She hurried out.

Even though her fever had broken, An Yu’s mind felt like mush. The bedroom’s silence allowed her to focus.

If Lin Duxi said she had slept a day, then during her unconsciousness, had she been experiencing the system’s punishment? Yet there had been no electric shock, she could move, and it didn’t hurt. Could she really be immune to the system now?

Impossible—she had always been sensitive to pain. Even as a child, she cried when she got injections.

It seemed the system’s punishment was to relive the helpless situation without the ability to struggle. An Yu cursed the system silently in her mind.

This time, besides experiencing the same helplessness and despair, she also noticed details: the knife wound in her abdomen, the killer wearing a clown mask, the GG brand ad lit on the opposite building.

According to the system, after mental suffering, she would also experience physical suffering. Yet the system remained silent, as it had in previous instances.

She had failed such a huge task; the system would not simply let her go.

She remembered that right before losing consciousness, she heard Lin Duxi say to follow her heart. The task had indeed failed, but An Yu vaguely felt the system wouldn’t let it go.

Her thoughts returned to Lin Duxi.

Just then, Lin Duxi entered the bedroom with porridge. Seeing An Yu staring, hair soft and innocent, she couldn’t help smiling. She scooped a spoonful and, after blowing it to cool, fed it to An Yu.

“Here, open your mouth,” she said gently.

An Yu obeyed, drinking the porridge, her face flushing. Lin Duxi smiled in satisfaction.

An Yu, embarrassed, said, “I have hands. I can feed myself.”

“You haven’t eaten in a day. Eat more,” Lin Duxi insisted, scooping another spoon and feeding her.

An Yu complied.

In her sickly state, An Yu shed her usual guarded exterior, revealing her softest side. Lin Duxi’s heart melted completely.

After An Yu finished the porridge, Lin Duxi placed the bowl aside and hugged her.

“Do you remember? During the school sports meet, I was sick, and you fed me like this.” Lin Duxi’s cheek brushed against An Yu’s side, full of fascination and deep affection.

An Yu remembered. The bite marks on her shoulder took a week to heal. Lin Duxi was relentless.

“I wanted to stay sick back then,” Lin Duxi admitted.

An Yu frowned, trying to push her away, but Lin Duxi’s arms tightened.

“Now, I don’t think that way. You said to follow our hearts. I’ll follow yours,” she whispered near An Yu’s ear, her breath coloring the fair skin, her body wrapping around An Yu like a snake.

An Yu had eaten little and was no match for Lin Duxi. She struggled a little but then gave up.

“Lin Duxi, loosen your grip. You’re about to break my ribs,” she said.

Lin Duxi’s arms relaxed slowly. She kissed the tip of An Yu’s ear and looked into her eyes, a pure and stubborn obsession blazing beneath her calm exterior. She would not let go of An Yu.

“Are you acting crazy again?” An Yu asked.

Lin Duxi smiled, pressing An Yu against the bed, leaving her no room to escape. Nose to nose, body warmth rising.

“I’m following my heart. Didn’t you say so? My heart,” she said softly.

Being with An Yu forever. Removing everything that obstructed their relationship.

Her lips tantalizingly close, she brushed past An Yu’s lips repeatedly but did not kiss. An Yu held her breath, unsure whether to fear or hope. She had known Lin Duxi’s gentle exterior masked a possessive streak. She finally surrendered, closing her eyes.

Then she heard a low, sexy voice, and the next moment her eyes lit up, seeing Lin Duxi’s phone screen:

#Pei Lu Out of the Entertainment Industry#

An Yu’s eyes widened in shock. She wanted to continue reading, but Lin Duxi turned off the phone, tossed it aside, and resumed hugging her.

“Do you understand? This is my heart. No one can taint it,” Lin Duxi said.

She moved An Yu’s hand to her chest, fingers intertwined, finally kissing it.

An Yu realized, “So… you did this.”

Lin Duxi didn’t look up, focused on her hand. “Yes. Just a little punishment.”

“Didn’t you follow my heart?” An Yu asked.

Lin Duxi slightly relaxed. She had considered letting Pei Lu in, but thought he might still be useful to An Yu and gave up.

Her heaviest restraint was wanting An Yu to stay by her side, scared of frightening her, so she held back.

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