After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Sleeping Together, Streaming Together

◎Look closely, this is my wife◎

Amidst the increasingly foul verbal abuse, Wen Fengyue picked up her terminal.

It was hard to imagine such filthy words coming from the mouth of someone who identified herself as a “mother,” but the uglier the insults became, the more clear-headed Wen Fengyue felt.

Why had she ever expected to receive affection and care from such a person in the past?

“A severance of kinship document or a Star Court summons—which one do you want?”

Wen Fengyue spoke. Her tone was cold and her volume wasn’t high, yet it completely suppressed the shouting on the other end.

The other side of the terminal went silent for a full thirty seconds, as if they couldn’t believe what they had just heard.

“…Say that again?”

“I think I made myself very clear,” Wen Fengyue operated her terminal while speaking. “Since you don’t want to choose, I’ve sent them both over.”

Hearing the terminal emit two consecutive notification chimes for received files, the foster mother subconsciously opened them. Upon seeing the content, her head buzzed; she hadn’t expected Wen Fengyue’s words to be more than just a momentary outburst.

The foster father saw the two documents as well. The muscles on his face twisted, and regardless of being in a public place, he began to curse loudly:

“You ungrateful wretch! Have you lost your mind—”

The volume of his shout was much louder than the foster mother’s previous low-voiced curses, causing people nearby to turn their heads and stare.

The foster mother finally realized something was wrong. She stepped on her husband’s foot, signaling him to shut up, and then softened her voice with a slightly distorted expression:

“Fengyue, have you misunderstood Mama somehow? How could you want to sever ties with Mama? Did someone say bad things about your family in front of you? Mama—”

Wen Fengyue pressed the mute button. She was disgusted.

This couple was constantly refreshing the lower limits of her perception.

She stopped wasting her breath on them and hung up the call directly.

Her thoughts were clearly written in the documents. If they had any dissatisfaction, they could save it for the Star Court.

Thinking back now, Wen Fengyue couldn’t help but feel as though her past life had been covered by a layer of gauze. Something had always been preventing her from seeing the world clearly and thinking normally, and… it wanted to push her onto a predetermined path, forcing her to live out her life according to an arrangement.

At this moment, she had stepped onto forbidden land, and that “thing” was trying to drag her back.

Fortunately, as soon as she saw Jiao Qingyin, she found the immense strength needed to break free from that shackle.

Over the past few days, Wen Fengyue had already collected a vast amount of evidence favorable for severing kinship ties—bank transfer records, hospital certificates, chat logs…

Perhaps assuming she would never resist, this couple had barely hidden their parasitic behavior in front of her.

These things weren’t difficult to do; it was just that Wen Fengyue had never thought of doing them before.

Having their communication cut off unilaterally and receiving two documents severing their relationship, it took only a short while before the foster parents began frantically sending messages and communication requests. It wasn’t hard to imagine that once the five-minute cooling period passed, they would attempt an emergency connection to Wen Fengyue’s terminal again.

Wen Fengyue tightened her fingers. The light from the desk lamp cast a deep shadow across her face.

Seeing her frown, Jiao Qingyin, who had been silently watching her, spoke up: “I’ll help you turn off the emergency connection function.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Fengyue handed the terminal over without a second thought.

Jiao Qingyin had her system interface with the terminal, easily removing Wen Fengyue’s foster parents from the emergency contact list. After thinking for a moment, she added herself in.

She didn’t hide what she was doing from Wen Fengyue at all. Fearing the other wouldn’t see the operation clearly, she specifically announced: “From now on, I am your emergency contact.”

Wen Fengyue was stunned for a second before asking in a somewhat strange tone: “Did you have the terminal identify you as my immediate blood relative?”

To make a non-immediate relative an emergency contact, one needed to file an application at the Civil Affairs Bureau and go through a long string of procedures to register successfully, which would take at least six months at the fastest.

Even with Jiao Qingyin’s high-level hacking skills, it was clearly impossible to settle so many documents and procedures within a minute.

Jiao Qingyin replied: “Besides parents and children, a spouse can also be listed as an emergency contact.”

To modify the terminal’s authentication and make it misjudge herself and Wen Fengyue as legal spouses only took two seconds.

Jiao Qingyin had anticipated many possible reactions from Wen Fengyue, but she didn’t expect the other’s eyes to light up instantly. The woman grabbed her hand as if glowing with light, “Jiao Jiao, can you teach me?”

She paused for a moment and changed her question, “Or… can you change our relationship to ‘spouses’ in other places too?”

“…” Jiao Qingyin held Wen Fengyue’s terminal. “Where do you want to change it?”

Wen Fengyue, who had been quite assertive just a moment ago, suddenly became bashful. She stammered for a bit but didn’t voice her inner thoughts.

Jiao Qingyin showed a slight smile. “Then I’ll help you change it whenever you’ve thought it through.”

Wen Fengyue reached out to take the terminal being handed back, but the other person suddenly pulled her hand back, looking at her thoughtfully. “You’re so comfortable giving me your terminal; aren’t you worried I might do something?”

Every interstellar citizen is bound to a terminal from birth. The content and privacy it records are more detailed and reliable than the citizen’s own memory.

Because people forget many things while the terminal keeps a record, it is jokingly called “humanity’s true brain.”

Basically, no one would put their terminal in someone else’s hands, no matter how close the relationship.

But Wen Fengyue had no reaction; she simply blinked. “What does Jiao Jiao want to do?”

“For example… go through your chat logs, see what you’ve browsed, or…”

Jiao Qingyin didn’t finish, because Wen Fengyue’s face turned slightly pale, as if her words had hit a mark.

No way? Jiao Qingyin was stunned. Did the other person actually have something she didn’t want her to know?

A mysterious emotion bubbled up from her heart. Jiao Qingyin stared at the guilty-looking Wen Fengyue for a while. Seeing the other bury her head lower and lower, she let out a breath.

Indeed, everyone has their own secrets, just as she hadn’t told Wen Fengyue her own true identity.

Jiao Qingyin suppressed her excessive desire for control, reminding herself that this mindset was unhealthy.

After all, having secrets is normal, and it is also normal for Wen Fengyue not to want to tell her.

She didn’t care at all.

Not at all.

Jiao Qingyin, who didn’t care “at all,” returned the terminal to Wen Fengyue and said with a smile: “This matter is temporarily resolved. Let’s sleep first; we’ll talk about the rest when it’s light out.”

Wen Fengyue nodded immediately.

Seeing the other person impatiently tuck the terminal away as if fearing she’d be discovered if she were a second late, the smile on Jiao Qingyin’s face deepened.

Meeting Jiao Qingyin’s gaze, Wen Fengyue repeated her words with a hint of over-explanation: “Let’s sleep.”

After saying that, she arranged the quilt, making it into the most comfortable shape, and then looked at Jiao Qingyin with eyes full of expectation.

But Jiao Qingyin not only didn’t lie down as she expected, but she also lifted a corner of the quilt and got straight out of bed. “Mhm, I’m going back to my room. See you in the morning.”

Wen Fengyue was left stunned on the bed. The scent of Jiao Qingyin still lingered in the soft, comfortable bedding, but the person herself had already opened the door and walked out.

Jiao Qingyin handled that subtle touch of annoyance very well, not letting Wen Fengyue see it at all. The latter only thought that Jiao Jiao, after being woken up by the terminal, had remembered that they shouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed, and thus went back.

Wen Fengyue sat dazed on the bed for a long time. It wasn’t until the warmth in the bed had completely escaped that she snapped out of it.

If this were not long ago, she might have just lied down silently and spent the night depressed over missing an opportunity. But after puncturing the thing in her brain that was blocking her normal thinking, Wen Fengyue made a different choice.

She picked up her pillow and tiptoed to the door of Jiao Qingyin’s room.

No light peeked through the gap under the door; Jiao Qingyin seemed to be asleep already. Wen Fengyue hesitated for a moment but still opened the door with very little force, being careful to keep the sound to a minimum.

The door opened. Guided by the moonlight-like glow from outside the curtains, Wen Fengyue barely managed to grope her way to Jiao Qingyin’s bedside.

This was her first time entering the other’s bedroom. Her nervousness made her entire body stiff.

After crouching down by the head of the bed, Wen Fengyue found that Jiao Qingyin was facing away from her. Her breathing was steady, and she seemed to be asleep.

This threw her into a new cycle of hesitation: if she got into bed without asking for Jiao Jiao’s permission, it would seem very rude. But if she woke the other person up to ask, it seemed even more inappropriate…

Wen Fengyue was torn between two choices. Finally, she chose to hug her pillow and lie prone beside Jiao Qingyin, watching her sleep.

Even though she could only see the back of her head.

Jiao Qingyin opened her eyes. She hadn’t been asleep to begin with, and after Wen Fengyue’s secret infiltration, she was even less able to sleep.

Before Wen Fengyue entered the room, as she faced the darkness alone, she recalled a casual conversation she’d had with base members when she was alive.

At that time, she and several powerful base members had gone out hunting. That night was unusually peaceful, so they gathered around the campfire to chat and laugh.

One member said, “Boss, why have you never had a partner? Do you just not want to find one?”

Another member said jokingly, “If Boss has needs, I’ll be the first to offer myself, I just don’t know what kind of person Boss likes.”

So the group started teasing her, asking her to describe her ideal type.

She, who had been focused on wiping her combat knife and was uninterested in such topics, said offhandedly…

“I want someone who has only me in their eyes, someone who loves me with their whole heart and soul, and preferably… the kind of person who sees me as more important than the entire world.”

Those people were silent for three seconds after hearing her, then they burst into laughter.

——Boss, for that kind of requirement, you might as well go find an android and program it to only like you!

What Jiao Qingyin didn’t say at the time was that if she found such a person, she would love them back in the same way.

Who would have thought that she would find the person, yet be unable to fulfill the promise she made to herself?

The feelings of sadness and guilt had just begun to emerge when they were interrupted by Wen Fengyue peeking around her bedside.

Jiao Qingyin didn’t know why the other person had come to find her, but if she had to guess… was it because of those foster parents?

After all, they were the ones who adopted Wen Fengyue; she might still have a trace of warmth for them.

She really shouldn’t have left the other person alone to face reality just now. Wen Fengyue must be at her most fragile and lonely, in need of comfort, Jiao Qingyin reflected.

Feeling her hair being lightly touched, she stopped pretending to sleep and turned around to hug the person who had nudged up beside her.

“Don’t be sad, I’ll stay with you,” she whispered.

Being hugged, the somewhat drowsy Wen Fengyue blinked her eyes sluggishly.

“You don’t owe them anything. If they bully you again, I’ll help you bully them back.”

Wen Fengyue was dazed. She actually wasn’t all that downcast. As early as her childhood, she had realized there was no need to cling to affection that didn’t belong to her. When she severed ties with her foster parents today, the thing that caused her the most emotional fluctuation wasn’t what they said.

It was that these two people had made Jiao Qingyin see an unsightly side of her.

But Jiao Jiao was comforting her… she realized this was a good opportunity.

Wen Fengyue silently hugged the person beside her back, making her voice sound somewhat choked: “Jiao Jiao, I’m so sad.”

Jiao Qingyin snapped awake: “…”

“Can you let me stay? Can we sleep together?”

Jiao Qingyin pressed her hand to her forehead. The other person’s acting was indeed cute, but it was far too clumsy; the lack of experience allowed one to see through to the truth instantly.

So, she simply wanted to sleep with her?

Jiao Qingyin didn’t expose Wen Fengyue’s little scheme. She released her hug and patted the other’s back. “Let go, get into bed.”

Wen Fengyue’s spirits were revitalized, and she did as told immediately.

She was wearing thin pajamas and had spent a long time outside the quilt. Her hands and feet were cold, giving Jiao Qingyin a chill.

Before Wen Fengyue could pull her hands back, Jiao Qingyin caught her.

“You didn’t even think to put on an extra layer before coming over,” Jiao Qingyin said as she held Wen Fengyue’s hand and pulled her closer. “If you catch a cold, I won’t take care of you.”

With that pull, the two were instantly pressed extremely close together. Wen Fengyue held her breath.

But Jiao Qingyin made no further moves, which left her a bit disappointed.

The two lay together for a long time. It wasn’t until Wen Fengyue was warm all over that Jiao Qingyin slightly loosened her grip.

But she didn’t succeed.

Wen Fengyue hooked Jiao Qingyin’s fingers and nudged her with her leg, her tone pitiful: “It’s still very cold.”

Jiao Qingyin’s cheeks flushed slightly. She thought to herself that it was a good thing it was dark enough now, otherwise the other person would have discovered it.

“Go to sleep,” she said bossily.

“Jiao Jiao?”

Jiao Qingyin pretended not to hear, but she didn’t refuse the other person’s movement as she leaned closer and closer.

To her surprise, Wen Fengyue pushed her luck and wrapped her arms around Jiao Qingyin’s waist.

They were wearing very little; it was equivalent to Wen Fengyue directly touching her sensitive waist area. Suddenly, Jiao Qingyin felt uncomfortable all over.

At this moment, Wen Fengyue’s voice whispered softly in her ear: “Goodnight, Jiao Jiao.”

Jiao Qingyin pursed her lips. After a moment, she gave a response: “Goodnight, Al.”

They shared a very, very good sleep together.

“Cut! Good! Too perfect! Perfection itself!”

Hearing the sound of the clapperboard, Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue released their embrace and looked toward Jing Ziqing.

Jing Ziqing said with an excited face: “Why do I feel like after just one night, you guys are coordinating better than before?”

She was so excited that she nearly hit the prop master carrying the lighting board. she quickly supported the person, and after a series of apologies, she turned back around. She just happened to see the two in front of her with their heads pressed together, whispering something.

Jing Ziqing was puzzled: “Haven’t you two talked enough in bed? How can you still be clinging together on set?”

She was convinced in her heart that the two were currently in a romantic relationship and living together, and she asked with complete sincerity.

Wen Fengyue gave a dry cough. Previously, whenever she heard Jing Ziqing say such things, she would feel a bit of dissatisfaction, but today she could finally hold her head high—last night, she really did sleep in the same bed as Jiao Jiao!

However, no one noticed her “tail” wagging almost to the sky, except for Jiao Qingyin, who let out a secret laugh.

Jing Ziqing was still rambling: “How about we re-shoot that previous kiss scene? Although the kiss last time was very good, I feel you guys could do even better. What do you say—”

Sister Ji, who happened to be nearby, couldn’t help but speak up: “Director Jing, the first episode is scheduled to air in two weeks. In terms of progress…”

A word awakened the dreamer; the desire for money outweighed the pursuit of art. Jing Ziqing immediately changed her mind. “We won’t shoot it. You two get ready; we’re moving to the next scene.”

Under her loud voice, the crew members who had only just rested for a short while began moving again. Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue were also taken in two different directions to change their costumes.

The system spoke up at this time: “Host, there’s movement from those three people you had me keep an eye on.”

Jiao Qingyin talked with it while putting on her coat. “Tell me.”

“They jumped to Blue Star, but because their accounts are frozen, they were treated as illegal immigrants and barred from entry.”

Jiao Qingyin was somewhat surprised. She hadn’t even made a move yet; how were these people stuck at customs?

“The system checked. At 6:49 this morning, the Interstellar Bank received a report claiming that the owner of account number XXX has committed serious tax evasion, accompanied by evidentiary documents.”

“The evidence documents are forged, but because most of the payments match up, the bank didn’t discover it immediately. They took this report very seriously and temporarily froze the account.”

Jiao Qingyin thought back. 6:49 was the time Wen Fengyue was alone in the bathroom before breakfast.

When Wen Fengyue came out, her head was covered in steam. She had thought the other person had just spent a longer time soaking in the bath, but she hadn’t expected her to be doing this.

It seemed she really didn’t want that couple to have an easy time—the Interstellar Jump Center on Blue Star didn’t have a very good attitude toward outsiders from other planets.

Under the circumstances of being treated as illegal immigrants, that couple and their daughter would likely not only be unable to get their luggage but might not even be able to afford nutrient solution.

Jiao Qingyin smiled and added fuel to the fire. “Remotely interface with their terminals, restrict them from making statements about Al, and by the way, slow down the Interstellar Bank’s investigation speed a little bit.”

Under the oppressive blood-sucking of these few people, Wen Fengyue had gone three consecutive days without food at her most destitute. Now it was their turn to feel this sensation.

The system happily agreed, but before entering its work state, it emitted some static noise, which was its sign of wanting to say something but being hesitant.

【What is it?】 Jiao Qingyin asked. “Not enough milk tea?”

“Enough—No, Host misunderstood. What the system wanted to ask was… about what happened last night.”

Jiao Qingyin raised an eyebrow slightly. “What about it?”

“Since Host cares, why don’t you ask what that person is hiding from you? The system feels… she would tell you.”

Since the system had experienced the joy of shipping a CP, it had not only established a fan station on the Star Net under an alias, but it was also very concerned about its Host’s love life.

Jiao Qingyin thought for a moment and answered the system: “Because if she wants to say it, she will tell me sooner or later. If she doesn’t want to say it…”

“If she doesn’t want to say it?”

“Jiao Jiao, are your clothes changed?”

Jiao Qingyin stopped the internal dialogue and looked up: “I’m changed.”

She opened the door and walked out, finding Wen Fengyue standing with Sister Ji. The latter looked miserable yet somewhat shocked, though it was unclear if it was because of Wen Fengyue’s “Jiao Jiao” or some other reason.

The system was dying of curiosity: “If she doesn’t want to say it, what are you going to do, Host? Host…!”

Jiao Qingyin thought it was very amusing to see the spherical system spinning around in circles, so she pretended not to hear and spoke with a natural expression: “What were you two talking about just now?”

“Talking about…” After saying a few words, Sister Ji finally seemed to snap back to her senses. “The earnings from your last live stream and the subsequent financial report are out. The data is very good, so the company wants you to live stream again tonight… preferably with Teacher Wen.”

the original host loved live streaming. It was mentioned at least a dozen times in the original work, so as soon as Sister Ji spoke, the “Live Stream” side mission was triggered.

The higher the popularity of the live stream, the more points would be earned… Jiao Qingyin saw the description below the mission and her heart stirred.

The system first announced the mission with its flat mechanical voice. After saying the last word, it started rolling around again. “Host!”

Wen Fengyue looked at Jiao Qingyin and asked: “Is the live stream still at home?”

“It should be,” Jiao Qingyin said. “Would you like to join me?”

“Of course.” Wen Fengyue agreed without even thinking.

Sister Ji: “…” Just now, she had said so much, appealing to her emotions and reason, yet Wen Fengyue only replied with an “Oh”…

While her gaze was still blank, she heard Jiao Qingyin ask: “Is there a requirement for the content of the live stream?”

“There are no specific rules, but the atmosphere must be positive. You can’t show negative emotions or engage in controversial behavior…” Sister Ji pulled out her briefcase, which contained two scripts that Jiao Qingyin could use.

“Since there are no content requirements, I hope to stream by myself, without staff.”

Sister Ji: “That makes accidents likely, plus makeup, lighting, and…”

“She doesn’t like too many people at home.” Wen Fengyue spoke coldly.

Sister Ji was startled. This was the fourth time today she had been startled by Wen Fengyue. The other person clearly had no power and was currently on a downward trend, but the way she looked when her face went cold was truly terrifying.

That kind of gaze, as if looking at a dead person… if this were a magical world, this person would definitely be some kind of world-destroying demon lord… Sister Ji wiped her cold sweat with a forced laugh and cast a look for help toward Jiao Qingyin, who was at least gentle on the surface.

“I’m sorry, Sister Ji, I really don’t like it.” Jiao Qingyin refused with a smile.

In the evening, Jiao Qingyin turned on her terminal camera exactly at six o’clock, according to the official announcement.

A crowd of people immediately squeezed into the live room. Messy titles like “Wife”, “Sister”, and “Baby” filled the screen.

Jiao Qingyin turned on the terminal’s follow mode and bloomed a smile toward the camera. “Good evening, everyone.”

“Good evening!!”

“Good!!”

“Seeing Xiao Jiao’s face, even the nutrient solution in my hand tastes better!”

“Has Xiao Jiao eaten yet?”

Jiao Qingyin read the last comment and then replied: “I haven’t eaten yet. I’m just about to cook.”

As soon as the words “cook” came out, the comments that were collectively thirsting after her looks just a moment ago paused. Then, a bunch of people started flooding the screen with question marks.

This term was too ancient. Except for natural restaurants, it was only used by the upper class who were equipped with home chefs.

Ordinary families usually just gathered a few people to drink nutrient solution at mealtime and then chat afterward.

But soon someone reacted:

“Are you hiring someone to do it?”

“Wow, Xiao Jiao actually has a chef who can cook at home? I’m so envious!”

“I haven’t seen a meal made from natural ingredients in all my life. I heard it tastes terrible, is that true?”

Jiao Qingyin led the terminal to the kitchen. Standing in front of the clean and tidy stove, she turned back and smiled: “I’ll turn on the olfactory permission so everyone can smell the scent.”

Just smelling, not tasting—because in this world, only one person can taste.

Jiao Qingyin met the eyes of Wen Fengyue, who was standing behind the terminal. The smile at the corners of her mouth became genuine.

“Is it my imagination? Xiao Jiao suddenly smiled so sweetly!”

“Aaaaah Wife is so beautiful! Wife is looking at me and smiling!”

From Wen Fengyue’s perspective, the words in the comments were all backwards, but that didn’t stop her from recognizing those highly conspicuous words like “Wife.”

She gave a cold laugh.

“?? Why did I hear someone else’s voice?”

“It’s a staff member, right? So irresponsible, actually making noise in the live room.”

“I feel like I’m being mocked… but Wife is so beautiful, forget it!”

Wen Fengyue: “Hehe.”

This time it was impossible for the comments to ignore her anymore. After all, Wen Fengyue was standing too close, and the laughter was so obvious that people simply couldn’t ignore it.

They clamored for Jiao Qingyin to change the staff member, but they didn’t expect Jiao Qingyin to beckon toward the terminal. “Don’t just stand at the door. Come in and help me tie my apron.”

As she spoke, she put the apron over her head first, then turned around and gestured with the apron strings.

As the two ties tightened, they outlined her slender waist. The comments instantly exploded, and the gifts were so numerous that the live room started lagging.

“Aaaaah, is it that kind of immersive experience! I already feel like I’m behind Xiao Jiao!”

“Wife! I’m coming! I’ll help you tie it!”

The carnival in the comments only lasted for a short while before being interrupted by several footsteps.

Wen Fengyue walked from the back to the front of the lens, coming all the way behind Jiao Qingyin and covering her completely.

“Is a bow okay?” she asked.

After receiving consent, she tied the apron for Jiao Qingyin, then turned her head and squinted at the terminal.

——Then the corners of her lips curled up, revealing a cold yet faintly provocative smile.

That unique silver-white hair and blue-green eyes allowed the audience in the live room to recognize who this was within a second.

Question marks filled every empty space on the screen. The live room crashed.