After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Twist

◎Al remembered; she had arrived in the new world first◎

For the remainder of the performance, Wen Fengyue was dizzily guided by Jiao Qingyin into drinking several more glasses of wine. By the time filming ended and the audience erupted into thunderous applause, her face was flushed deep crimson, and her gaze toward Jiao Qingyin was brimming with a thick, misty affection.

Jiao Qingyin hadn’t expected the other’s alcohol tolerance to be even lower than she imagined. To prevent Wen Fengyue from losing her composure in front of outsiders, she declined the production crew’s invitation for a late-night snack and took her directly back to the shuttle.

After activating the auto-pilot mode, Jiao Qingyin turned to look at Wen Fengyue, only to find her staring intently at her optical computer, focused on something unknown. This scene reminded Jiao Qingyin that a secret was still hidden within that device.

Jiao Qingyin had also drunk some wine; though she was nowhere near drunk, she felt a slight buzz. The alcohol emboldened her to reach out and hook Wen Fengyue’s collar, pulling her closer.

“…Jiao Jiao?” Wen Fengyue didn’t resist. She was well-behaved throughout, expressing her confusion only through her eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Jiao Qingyin pinched her chin.

In her drunken state, Wen Fengyue struggled to even organize her words. She thought for a long time about how to answer before finally giving up. “For you.” She stuffed the optical computer into Jiao Qingyin’s hand and hugged her, nuzzling against her.

Jiao Qingyin was stunned. Wen Fengyue looked at her with half-closed eyes, appearing exhausted yet stubbornly refusing to sleep. Her heart itching at the expression, Jiao Qingyin slid her hand to the other’s waist and whispered: “Aren’t you afraid of me seeing your little secrets anymore?”

Wen Fengyue shook her head. “Jiao Jiao can look at whatever she wants.”

Jiao Qingyin was delighted to hear those words. She happily returned the device. “Sit up straight, or you’ll get motion sickness.”

Wen Fengyue looked confused, not understanding why Jiao Qingyin stopped her inspection. She thought hard for a moment and finally arrived at a possible answer—she opened the settings, selected permission authentication, and held it up to Jiao Qingyin’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Jiao Qingyin looked at the screen instinctively.

[Iris authentication in progress… Open Level 1 permissions to target subject?]

“Wait…” Jiao Qingyin realized what she was doing, but she was too late. With a soft “Yes” from Wen Fengyue, the device opened all privacy permissions to Jiao Qingyin. From now on, she would have no secrets from her.

Wen Fengyue tapped the screen and opened the memo app. “I was… looking at this.” Her voice was slurred, but her hands were firm as she forced the device back into Jiao Qingyin’s hands.

“I won’t look,” Jiao Qingyin said, feeling touched but helpless. “You’re so drunk… you’ll regret this when you wake up.”

Wen Fengyue glared at her. “I won’t!” She pulled Jiao Qingyin closer, insisting she read. “Look… from the very beginning… read it bit by bit…!”

Wen Fengyue held Jiao Qingyin tightly, almost forcefully flipping the pages for her, making her read line by line. Jiao Qingyin saw she was truly wasted and decided to humor her.

“X Year, X Month, X Day: Swapped nicknames with Jiao Jiao. Starting a record of our life.”

“X Year, X Month, X Day: Got a new script. Want to practice with Jiao Jiao. Too excited to sleep.”

“Sleeping in the same bed as Jiao Jiao. So happy.”

“Watching the sunset with Jiao Jiao.”

“What is chocolate? Can’t find it online. Is it a candy Jiao Jiao made herself? It’s delicious. I want to eat it every day.”

“Shopping with Jiao Jiao. She looks so beautiful in red.”

“Worked late today. Fed pigeons in the plaza with Jiao Jiao at night.”

“When Jiao Jiao smiles at me, it looks better than when she smiles at others.”

“…I don’t just want to be Jiao Jiao’s friend.”

“X Year, X Month, X Day: The show ended. Restarting the record.”

“We are together. It feels like a dream.”

“Jealous. Angry. Unwilling. Why did that person appear in Jiao Jiao’s life before me? If only I…”

Jiao Qingyin’s heart beat faster as she read. When they reached the section about their official relationship, Wen Fengyue suddenly snapped awake and covered the screen. “D-don’t read the rest…!”

She spoke so fast she bit her tongue. The later entries were full of her rambling thoughts and dark, obsessive fantasies. She feared her image would hit rock bottom if Jiao Jiao saw them. To distract her, Wen Fengyue leaned in to kiss Jiao Qingyin, her sweet, alcoholic breath surrounding them.

Jiao Qingyin’s ears turned bright red. Every time she thought her love for Wen Fengyue had peaked, the other always found a way to make it grow even more. But the drunken Wen Fengyue’s offensive was too fierce; the moment Jiao Qingyin responded, she was pinned to the seat by the over-excited “big dog.”

“Jiao Jiao, Jiao Jiao, Jiao Jiao…” Wen Fengyue called her name over and over in a low voice.

Am I drunk too? Jiao Qingyin’s vision grew hazy, her body softening.

After arriving home, Wen Fengyue impatiently brought Jiao Qingyin to the bed, unwrapping her clothes like a long-awaited gift. She kissed every inch of Jiao Qingyin’s skin. Initially, the latter tried to struggle for dominance, but the moment she resisted, Wen Fengyue put on a lost, pitiful expression.

“Jiao Jiao… is it not allowed?” Wen Fengyue looked incredibly hurt.

“…” Jiao Qingyin lay back down. It wasn’t that it wasn’t allowed, but she was afraid the other wouldn’t know when to stop in her current state. If they went too far, tomorrow’s plans— “Hiss—Al!”

Wen Fengyue suddenly bit Jiao Qingyin’s neck. Before the latter could complain, Wen Fengyue beat her to it, asking fiercely: “Jiao Jiao, who are you thinking about?”

Ever since the day Jiao Qingyin had tied her up, they hadn’t had a deep encounter. Wen Fengyue had hinted at it many times, but Jiao Qingyin always deflected. Wen Fengyue had stayed silent, but she was actually extremely anxious. She feared Jiao Qingyin wasn’t interested, feared that day was just a whim, feared she was already bored of her.

She could feel from Jiao Qingyin’s practiced movements that it wasn’t her first time. And as for who she had done it with before… it was obvious. It was the person who left the tooth mark on Jiao Qingyin.

Realizing this, Wen Fengyue was driven mad with jealousy. She had suppressed these negative emotions for days, but with the alcohol, she lost control. She crushed her lips against Jiao Qingyin’s, her eyes burning with fire.

“You’re thinking of her, aren’t you?” Her eyes were red, her voice trembling. “Where am I inferior to her?”

“No…” Before Jiao Qingyin could finish, Wen Fengyue blocked her—she took a tie meant for a commercial shoot tomorrow and gagged Jiao Qingyin with it.

Plip. Wen Fengyue’s tears fell onto Jiao Qingyin’s eyelid. She was crying. She was truly heartbroken. “I don’t want to hear it… Jiao Jiao, just pretend to lie to me. Tonight, forget that person, okay?”

Jiao Qingyin watched her cry while her actions became more and more excessive. Jiao Qingyin’s head throbbed—partly from embarrassment, but mostly from anger. She had only ever loved one person, yet that person had forgotten it herself and was now eating her own jealousy.

But the Wen Fengyue before her had done nothing wrong; it was Al who had forgotten their past. As a shuddering sensation washed over her, Jiao Qingyin bit down on the tie, putting all the blame squarely on Al’s head.

When Wen Fengyue gets her memories back, she’s finished!

“The episode is halfway over, where is the legendary twist?”

“The new character is cute, but a total ‘Green Tea’ (manipulative), badmouthing Cheng Xing in front of Wei Ling.”

The 10th episode of Satellite had drawn a massive crowd due to the rumored twist. Just as some were about to leave, the screen darkened, and a heavy rain began to fall.

“Cheng Xing finds her junior lying on the ground, Golden hair stained with mud. She has stopped breathing. The umbrella falls from Cheng Xing’s hand. Wei Ling turns around slowly, her face devoid of her usual warmth, looking cold and sinister. Seeing it’s Cheng Xing, she hides a small medicine bottle in her sleeve and smiles perfectly. “Did you come to find me?” Cheng Xing takes a step back. Wei Ling’s gaze turns deep. “Are you afraid of me?””

The viewers were terrified. “Ah??” filled the screen.

The drama continued. Wei Ling called emergency services, claiming she had just arrived and found the girl having an asthma attack. Her gentle voice was convincing, but the viewers, having seen her hide the medicine bottle in a close-up, felt a chill down their spines.

The doctor confirmed the junior died of acute asthma, possibly triggered by pollen. She usually carried medicine, but today, she had “forgotten” it.

“Did she forget or did Wei Ling take it?”

“I don’t accept this! Professor Wei would never hurt anyone!”

Wen Fengyue had played the role too well; she was the viewers’ “White Moonlight.” Seeing her turn “black” was hard to swallow. While fans and antis argued, the novel-readers were gleefully watching the chaos.

The episode ended with a shocking reveal: Wei Ling’s bedroom walls were covered—completely covered—in photos of Cheng Xing. Every private moment, every tear, captured.

“I was wrong. Not a gentle professor, but a yandere professor.”

“Goosebumps. I can’t sleep tonight.”

The twist caused viewership to skyrocket, but simultaneously, a new trending topic appeared: #Wen Fengyue Severance of Kinship Document#. An anti-fan working at the Interstellar Court had leaked a document showing Wen Fengyue applying to sever ties with her foster parents. People immediately assumed she was being ungrateful now that she was famous.

While the Star Net was in an uproar, the real Wen Fengyue was waking up with a massive hangover.

Jiao Qingyin opened her eyes, her body aching. She gritted her teeth and looked at the person holding her. Wen Fengyue was still sleeping, her brows furrowed in a nightmare. Jiao Qingyin’s anger softened. She tried to move her hand, but Wen Fengyue gripped it instantly.

“Awake…” Jiao Qingyin’s voice was incredibly raspy. Her vocal cords had been overused last night.

Wen Fengyue opened her eyes slowly. She dreamed… she had arrived in the new world before Jiao Qingyin, and then—she clutched her head, unable to remember what happened next. A splitting headache lasted until a hand massaged her temples.

“Jiao Jiao…?” Wen Fengyue’s vision cleared. Wait—! She pulled Jiao Qingyin into her arms and tried to release magic tentacles—but failed.

Only then did “Al” realize she was in a strange place with no elemental energy. Most importantly, she had no memory of the marks on Jiao Qingyin’s body. She didn’t doubt Jiao Qingyin; she realized she had forgotten something vital.

“Al, what’s wrong?” Jiao Qingyin asked, her voice pained.

Another wave of pain hit, and Al lost her strength. When Wen Fengyue woke up again, Jiao Qingyin was sitting by the bed, reading.

“Awake?” Jiao Qingyin looked at her. For a few minutes earlier, she felt like the old Al had returned.

“I…” Wen Fengyue clutched her head. Fragmented memories of flying, setting off fireworks, or being in a wheelchair flooded her mind—each more absurd than the last. But a voice in her head said those were real, and her 20 years in this world were the fabricated ones.

Jiao Qingyin pulled her into a warm embrace. “Don’t rush. I will always wait for you.”

The memories of “Al” and “Wen Fengyue” were clashing. The World Consciousness wouldn’t allow them to merge easily; forcing it would result in Jiao Qingyin being expelled as an “impurity.” The only way was for “Wen Fengyue” to slowly absorb the memories in her sleep.

Calmed by the embrace, Wen Fengyue stopped forcing the memories and instead focused on the present. She kissed Jiao Qingyin’s neck, ready to continue from last night.

Jiao Qingyin’s brow twitched. She flicked Wen Fengyue’s forehead.

“One month,” Jiao Qingyin sneered. “One month. You are not allowed in my room.”