After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Memories

◎All memories returned to her mind◎

Wen Fengyue originally wanted to fight for her rights, but the moment her eyes met the bruises on Jiao Qingyin’s body—still clearly visible despite the use of medical spray—she lowered her eyes guiltily.

“I…”

Now, by consciously recalling, Wen Fengyue remembered what she had done in her drunken state. From opening her optical computer permissions for Jiao Qingyin and showing her the diary, to pinning Jiao Qingyin down and doing all sorts of excessive things…

One could only say it was lucky she hadn’t shown Jiao Qingyin her Star Net browsing history; otherwise, all those “study materials” she had watched to learn how to push the other down would have been exposed.

Seeing that Wen Fengyue had become well-behaved, Jiao Qingyin let go, sat to the side, and handed her own optical computer to the other.

“How…”

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

Wen Fengyue’s eyes widened. The iris authentication passed immediately after Jiao Qingyin’s soft “Yes.”

Jiao Qingyin’s action was natural, not intended to touch Wen Fengyue or prove her trust, but simply because she wanted to do it.

Before the other could react, Jiao Qingyin clicked on a certain page and showed it to Wen Fengyue with a slight frown. “Someone posted the documents you uploaded to the Interstellar Court. How… do you want to solve this?”

She had already asked Lin Chu to have Forged Star Entertainment control the public narrative, suppressing many unfavorable rumors. It would be easy to clarify this matter, but… it depended on whether Wen Fengyue could accept making her past experiences public.

Wen Fengyue’s burning chest felt a chill. She took Jiao Qingyin’s device and skimmed the post attacking her.

Disregarding years of upbringing, unfilial to parents, bullying her younger sister, cutting ties with her family after becoming famous…

Jiao Qingyin watched her expression. Seeing that Wen Fengyue wasn’t overly angry, she said: “It involves the handiwork of some people who were kicked out of Forged Star Entertainment recently. They even got in touch with… those three people.”

Hearing this, Wen Fengyue scrolled down and saw a video.

The couple who had adopted her faced the camera, tearfully accusing her of treating her family harshly, trapping the three of them in the Starship Jump Center, and causing them to suffer cold looks in a strange place like Blue Star. If not for the help of a “kind person,” they claimed they would have almost starved.

“This part is actually a fact,” Wen Fengyue felt annoyed the moment she heard those two speak; her expression and voice turned cold. “A kind person… what a pity.”

Her expectations for familial love had long since been ground into dust. Seeing these things now, she only felt they were like annoying bugs and wanted to resolve the matter as quickly as possible.

Jiao Qingyin also felt it was a pity. When the incident happened, she and Wen Fengyue were participating in “Blue Star Adventurer,” so they had overlooked this family. Had she known, she would have had the system find more trouble for them.

The so-called “kind person” was a subordinate of a former Forged Star Entertainment shareholder.

As for the anti-fan who posted the legal documents on the anonymous forum, it was likely no coincidence that he “just happened” to see Wen Fengyue’s application.

With the evidence these people held, it was impossible to deal a practical blow to Wen Fengyue. They mostly wanted to muddy the waters and use social pressure to create a negative impact on Wen Fengyue and the company, paving the way to topple the current president of Forged Star, Lin Chu.

Wen Fengyue and Jiao Qingyin were Forged Star’s two highest-traffic artists. Starting with Wen Fengyue was likely just their first step.

“I’ll send all the relevant evidence directly to your mother,” Wen Fengyue looked up and smiled at Jiao Qingyin, her cold expression softened by the smile. “She can handle it however she wants.”

“…” Jiao Qingyin couldn’t resist. She stepped forward and rubbed Wen Fengyue’s head.

She was afraid Wen Fengyue would be sad.

Wen Fengyue was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly by grabbing Jiao Qingyin’s arm. Taking advantage of the situation, she pestered the other for a kiss.

After one, there was naturally another, and another. By the time Jiao Qingyin realized the other wasn’t sad at all, she was already somewhat dazed and enamored.

Both annoyed and amused, Jiao Qingyin bit Wen Fengyue’s lip, then rolled off the bed while the other was in pain.

Amidst Wen Fengyue’s accusatory gaze, she displayed a kind smile. “We agreed on one month. Not a single day less.”

With the evidence in Wen Fengyue’s hands, Lin Chu’s speed in dealing with the “bugs” was incredible.

Unlike the baseless claims from Wen Fengyue’s foster parents, Wen Fengyue’s side had detailed evidence. Hospital reports from different periods proved just how poorly she had lived all those years.

Even Lin Chu couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for this person who wanted to lure her daughter away.

As the lawsuit began and evidence was posted one by one on Star Net, the netizens who had been incited into one-sidedly accusing Wen Fengyue finally realized they were being used as pawns. They immediately turned back to scold the people who had manipulated them.

The hashtag #WenFengyueGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry#, which had once trended, vanished without a trace.

Wen Fengyue watched with cold indifference. She had never cared what these people said about her; now, seeing them apologize to her didn’t stir a single emotion.

Under the gaze of a galaxy-wide live broadcast, she walked alone to the plaintiff’s seat in the Interstellar Court, not giving the family in the defendant’s seat even a single glance.

The prosecution process operated in an orderly fashion. Wen Fengyue sat silently, listening to her lawyer lay out the evidence item by item, her expression frost-cold.

The festering scars formed in her childhood, which had never been cut away, were now exposed in public, yet she felt as if she were listening to someone else’s story.

Seeing that the tide had turned, Wen Fengyue’s foster father’s emotions collapsed.

Before the judge struck the gavel, he suddenly stood up, completely disregarding the live broadcast, and began shouting curses: “If we hadn’t adopted you into our home, you wouldn’t be where you are today—!!”

He spat out foul language, but only for a few sentences—the court robots determined he had aggressive intent and tasered him unconscious.

The foster mother screamed and held him, shouting loudly, and was consequently tasered as well.

In the defendant’s seat, only their daughter remained, shivering.

Wen Fengyue turned her gaze toward her.

This “younger sister,” who had always been arrogant and found joy in stealing things from her, met her emotionless gaze and turned pale with terror, squeezing two high-pitched screams from her throat.

“I was wrong, I was wrong—”

Wen Fengyue had waited many years for this admission of guilt, but now that she heard it, she realized she didn’t actually care about this apology.

Ultimately, the Interstellar Court ruled that her adoptive family was guilty of child abuse, illegal possession of others’ property, infringement on others’ right to life… a long list of crimes that Wen Fengyue couldn’t be bothered to remember.

She only valued the final result—she successfully severed the kinship relationship with this family and became a completely free person.

As for what punishment those people would receive, she didn’t care at all.

Walking down from the plaintiff’s seat, Wen Fengyue walked light-footedly to the gallery and was embraced by a warm hug.

She hugged Jiao Qingyin back forcefully.

This was her home.

In addition to Wen Fengyue’s former adoptive family, the former high-level executives of Forged Star Entertainment also received their corresponding punishments.

Lin Chu’s methods were extremely ruthless. These troublemakers, who originally only had their shares taken and faced a few lawsuits without being held accountable yet, were now being uprooted. Even the capital they needed to stage a comeback was eradicated.

These upheavals lasted for nearly a month, and for Wen Fengyue, this month was as long as several years.

During the day, both she and Jiao Qingyin were busy with work. After returning home at night, she could at most get a few kisses from the other; all other substantive actions were forbidden.

Moreover, Jiao Qingyin actually kept her word. Throughout this month, no matter how Wen Fengyue acted spoiled or admitted her mistakes, she didn’t give the other a chance to share the bed.

Wen Fengyue endured the days of sleeping alone with difficulty, her gaze toward Jiao Qingyin often full of grievance and resentment.

But although physical contact had decreased, Wen Fengyue’s sense of security had become stronger, because she could feel that Jiao Qingyin liked her—and liked her very much.

She slowly discovered this point inadvertently—

When she peeked at Jiao Qingyin, she would happen to meet her gaze; when filming at different sets and she missed her, she would see cute emojis sent by the other the moment she picked up her device; she would get jealous when someone got close to Jiao Qingyin, and the other would also be unhappy when someone got close to her…

Just thinking about these small details made Wen Fengyue’s heart race. Unfortunately, she always recalled these things before bed—which led her to crave sleeping with Jiao Qingyin even more agonizingly.

However, she rarely suffered from insomnia. Every night, she would dream of strange fragments, most of which were her life with Jiao Qingyin in a magical world.

At first, Wen Fengyue felt these were just simple dreams. But gradually, she found that many fragments of the dreams could be linked together, and the details were incredibly refined and believable.

Dreams generally have no logic, so dreams capable of reaching this level… definitely had a problem.

Wen Fengyue faintly suspected… that her dreams were her past life with Jiao Qingyin.

She planned to ask Jiao Qingyin if she had similar memories—but given that remembering a past life in a dream sounded a bit absurd, she hadn’t found a suitable time to ask yet.

Also feeling that this month was passing too slowly were the drama fans of Satellite. Following the broadcast of Episode 10, the originally light tone of the plot took a sharp downward turn. Wei Ling began to spread her net, controlling Cheng Xing’s life bit by bit.

They screamed while covering their mouths at the intimate interactions between the two leads, while simultaneously worrying about their ending.

This kind of twisted love always felt like it wouldn’t last!!

The fans’ premonition was confirmed after Wei Ling took away Cheng Xing’s hearing aid. This resulted in the feelings between the leads becoming deeper and the tension becoming greater, yet people felt it was even more heart-wrenching.

The heart-wrenched fans waited impatiently for the next episode every day. On the days Satellite didn’t air, they practically counted the seconds.

Compared to the leads’ relationship, the two stars were obviously countless times sweeter. They were occasionally photographed moving together, and most of these photos came from a blogger named “Hidden Moon Person” (Yin Yue Ren).

This blogger posted high-definition photos that others couldn’t take. At first, people didn’t believe she was a friend of Jiao Qingyin and Wen Fengyue, until Jiao Qingyin once “accidentally” liked one of her posts and then quickly unliked it. Only then did everyone believe it.

Since Jiao Qingyin knew “Hidden Moon Person” was posting these photos but didn’t stop her, it meant the blogger’s actions had her permission.

The CP fans of “Jiao Tang Yue Liang” (Caramel Moon) were having the time of their lives “eating candy.” Then, at around 5 PM this afternoon, “Hidden Moon Person” posted a photo of the two walking out of the set hand-in-hand.

“I always feel like Teacher Wen is especially happy today. Why is that?”

“‘Satellite’ seems to be wrapping up soon. Is she happy that she can go on vacation with Xiao Jiao?”

“Vacation means they can go on dates! They can do this and that in the bedroom during the day too!”

“This and that!”

Although it was slightly different from the CP fans’ imagination, Wen Fengyue was indeed looking forward to this and that with Jiao Qingyin—the one-month term was up, and she felt the future was full of hope!

To ensure the long-awaited event would proceed smoothly, Wen Fengyue hid the fact that she had a slight headache these past few days from Jiao Qingyin. Her sparkling eyes made it impossible for the latter to say no.

After returning home, Jiao Qingyin helplessly moved her hand, which was being held tightly by Wen Fengyue. “Let go a bit, or I can’t take off my clothes.”

Wen Fengyue blinked. “I can help you take them off.”

Jiao Qingyin’s ears felt a bit hot. Although Wen Fengyue hadn’t explicitly mentioned how many days were left in the month, she had been practically glued to her lately; what she was thinking was self-evident.

She coughed lightly, signaling Wen Fengyue to let go.

Wen Fengyue lingered for a while but still obediently let go.

Jiao Qingyin avoided Wen Fengyue’s direct gaze, turned slightly away from her, unzipped her sun-protective jacket, and hung it on the rack by the door.

Thinking the other might have calmed down, she said: “Eat first, or shower first, or…”

“Eat Jiao Jiao first,” Wen Fengyue replied immediately.

Jiao Qingyin couldn’t take it anymore and turned to glare at Wen Fengyue.

Wen Fengyue felt an unbearable itch in her heart from that glare. No longer restraining herself, she wrapped her arms around Jiao Qingyin’s waist and picked her up in a princess carry.

Because of the lesson from last month, Wen Fengyue didn’t dare to go too far this time. After carrying the person to the sofa and kissing her enough to get her fill, she tucked in her claws and sat next to Jiao Qingyin, pretending to be well-behaved.

Jiao Qingyin was a bit breathless. She pulled the other’s silver hair and threatened in a low voice: “If you do this again, I’ll scold you.”

Instead, Wen Fengyue became expectant: “It’s okay, I like listening.”

“…” Jiao Qingyin pinched Wen Fengyue’s cheeks, making her unable to say anything except for muffled hums.

They cuddled on the sofa for a long time. Today, when Jiao Qingyin was removing her makeup in the dressing room, she had casually tied her hair into a ponytail for convenience and had forgotten to let it down. The more Wen Fengyue looked at it, the more she liked it, and she couldn’t help but recall a certain scene in her dreams.

The Jiao Qingyin in her dreams also wore such a ponytail. Wearing riding gear and holding a long sword, she had flicked away the veil Wen Fengyue used to hide her inferiority.

The heart palpitations in the dream continued to this moment, causing Wen Fengyue, in a moment of impulse, to blur out the words she had been considering for a long time: “Jiao Jiao, I want to tell you something.”

Wen Fengyue rarely spoke in such a serious tone. Jiao Qingyin, who was leaning in her arms using the silver-white hair to braid a plait, paused her fingers and looked over.

“Go ahead.”

After the words left her mouth, Wen Fengyue regretted it a bit, but when she met Jiao Qingyin’s gentle eyes, all her concerns were tossed aside.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Fengyue said: “Lately, I’ve had a very long dream…”

She selected the beautiful parts of the dream to tell Jiao Qingyin, avoiding the memories of her wandering in displacement and also avoiding parts of her jealous memories.

A large reason Wen Fengyue felt the dreams weren’t just dreams was that many annoying fellows in her dreams surrounded Jiao Qingyin. If it were a simple dream, given her personality, these people wouldn’t exist at all.

Jiao Qingyin listened seriously for a long time until Wen Fengyue stopped and asked nervously: “What… what do you think of this dream?”

She immediately changed her wording after speaking, “I mean—have you had similar dreams?”

Jiao Qingyin looked at her steadily for a moment and replied: “Yes.”

Wen Fengyue’s eyes brightened instantly. She couldn’t help but describe a scene of her and Wen Fengyue going hunting together—but she didn’t mention that she was a wolf in the dream.

Finally, she asked: “If you also have these dreams, could you tell me too?”

Jiao Qingyin’s breath hitched slightly as she asked back: “Why…?”

“Because… I feel these dreams are especially real, like… we’ve experienced them together,” Wen Fengyue said, feeling strangely lost. “But my dreams aren’t continuous enough, as if some things have been forgotten by me… I want to remember them all.”

Jiao Qingyin was quiet for a long while before replying: “…I’ve only had a few dreams occasionally, not as detailed as yours.”

She originally thought Wen Fengyue would be disappointed, but instead, the other breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s good,” Wen Fengyue became visibly happy. “I was afraid I had forgotten everything while you remembered; that would be too unfair to you.”

Jiao Qingyin opened her mouth but made no sound.

In her happiness, Wen Fengyue didn’t notice. She hugged Jiao Qingyin and nuzzled her affectionately, not forgetting to say: “In the past… and in the future, if there’s ever anything only you remember, you must remind me. I’ll remember!”

“Besides, memories related to you are the most important memories. I don’t want to forget a single bit.”

Jiao Qingyin pressed her head. The awkwardness she felt before because the other had forgotten the past vanished completely.

If only one of them could keep all the memories, and she had to choose, she would choose herself.

It wasn’t a good feeling to be the only one who remembered the past. Since Al had a personality that was easily prone to gains and losses, it was better for her to be the one who remembered.

Furthermore, she was confident that no matter how many times Al forgot her, she could make the other fall in love with her again.

The “main business” was postponed for several hours at Jiao Qingyin’s request. After humming and hawing for a while, Wen Fengyue still didn’t achieve her goal, so she hugged Jiao Qingyin from behind and waited in the kitchen with her for the soup to finish simmering.

Hearing the bubbling sounds coming from the pot, Wen Fengyue gradually became sleepy. Half-asleep, she complained in a low voice: “I’m older than you and I’m your senior; you should listen to me.”

She had also only recently discovered that she was being wrapped around Jiao Qingyin’s finger, which didn’t fit her cold and strong public image at all.

Jiao Qingyin arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Did I not listen to you?”

Hearing this, Wen Fengyue was stunned for a moment, then thought back carefully. It seemed Jiao Qingyin indeed went along with her; she would agree to almost anything she wanted to do, except…

“You gave me the cold shoulder for a month,” Wen Fengyue protested.

“Then were you the one who made a mistake first?” Jiao Qingyin asked back patiently.

Wen Fengyue was talked into a circle and for a moment couldn’t think of what was wrong. Was she really the dominant one in this relationship?

Seeing the person leaning on her shoulder had stopped moving and seemed to be thinking hard about something, Jiao Qingyin suppressed a smile, opened the soup pot, and added a spoonful of salt. “It’ll be ready to eat soon.”

At this moment, Wen Fengyue finally remembered another thing. “You haven’t called me Teacher Wen for a long time!”

Jiao Qingyin thought to herself that it was because on that night a month ago, Wen Fengyue had forced her to call her “Teacher” too many times in bed; she now had a psychological shadow over that title.

But such a reason could definitely not be told to the other truthfully; otherwise, who knew how much Wen Fengyue would toss and turn her.

Thus, Jiao Qingyin said: “Don’t you like me calling you Al?”

Of course she liked it. Wen Fengyue loved it when Jiao Qingyin called her that, but… the title of “Teacher” was different. Hearing Jiao Qingyin call her that in private gave her a strange sense of immorality.

Wen Fengyue wheedled for a bit but didn’t achieve her goal. Frustrated, she ground her teeth against the back of Jiao Qingyin’s neck.

Since it didn’t hurt anyway, Jiao Qingyin ignored the other’s childish behavior. But after a while, she felt a weight on her back; the person grinding her teeth had stopped moving.

Jiao Qingyin turned back strangely, only to see Wen Fengyue with her eyes closed, as if she had suddenly fallen asleep.

She had seen a similar situation once a month ago… Jiao Qingyin became alert instantly and called out to the system: “Check—”

Before she could finish, Wen Fengyue opened her eyes.

The light of the setting sun shone into the kitchen from outside the window, making Wen Fengyue’s beautiful eyes appear slightly green, like mossy stone steps.

Jiao Qingyin relaxed but still asked: “Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?”

Wen Fengyue’s gaze went blank for a while before slowly focusing. She gazed at Jiao Qingyin and, after a long time, let out a “Sorry.”

Jiao Qingyin suddenly had a certain premonition, and her heartbeat accelerated along with it.

She instinctively spoke: “Al…?”

Wen Fengyue opened her eyes in a daze. “Mm?”

She wanted to respond to Jiao Qingyin, but she was too sleepy, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.

Jiao Qingyin supported Wen Fengyue, who almost slipped, casually turned off the stove, and quickly brought the person to the second floor.

She placed Wen Fengyue on the bed, and the latter fell completely asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow.

Linking this to the “dreams” Wen Fengyue had mentioned, Jiao Qingyin felt her own heartbeat clearly audible.

She felt for some reason that after the other woke up this time, she would completely recall their memories from the previous world.

Unable to say if it was more surprise or more nervousness, Jiao Qingyin sat by the bed and held Wen Fengyue’s hand, wanting to give her a bit of strength this way.

In the dream—

Wen Fengyue watched Jiao Qingyin turn into fragments of light in her arms. Her emotions collapsed, and countless black tentacles sprouted from her body. The terrifying power directly distorted the sky.

In the largest cathedral of the Imperial Capital, amidst the terrified screams of the believers, a crack appeared on the statue of the Creator God.

Not just there, but all the Creator God statues across the entire continent underwent changes of various sizes.

Wen Fengyue began a hopeless journey in her dream.

From magic to alchemy, from pharmacology to theology, she tried countless methods to revive a life, but she was never able to find Jiao Qingyin back.

She wailed on the pitch-black road, calling Jiao Qingyin’s name over and over again. But this time, the other would not take her hand and wipe away her tears again.

Wen Fengyue dreamed of walking onto the altar, using Jiao Qingyin’s true name and her own blood in a delusional attempt to trace back time and find her.

But what she found… was a silent, lifeless body.

Jiao Qingyin’s body.

Under heart-wrenching despair, Wen Fengyue chose to take her own life.

She had lost her most beloved person; living had no meaning for her anymore.

After killing herself with her own hands, Wen Fengyue opened her eyes once again.

She remembered. She had been resurrected by the ring Jiao Qingyin gave her, and then she, she—

Wen Fengyue laboriously raised her hand, wanting to see the ring worn on her ring finger, but in the next second, her nerves tensed instantly and her pupils contracted into a small point—

What appeared before her eyes was not a desolate altar, but a cluster of small white flowers.

She had never seen this kind of flower before, but the name of the flower appeared in her mind.

This was Baby’s Breath (Gypsophila). It was the first gift the “her” of this world had given to Jiao Jiao.

…?

This world…?