After the Second Playthrough, the CP-Less Female Lead Kneels and Begs Me for Forgiveness [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 60

“According to the investigation results, this is the place,” Shang Yin said to Shao Yu.

Only the two of them had come this time, fearing that too many people would alert the target. Shao Yu gave an affirmative hum and pressed the doorbell without hesitation. When there was no response, she kept pressing it until the door finally opened.

A woman wearing a mask peeked out from behind the door. “Who are you?” she asked.

Shao Yu sized her up surreptitiously. Judging by her brow and eyes, she indeed looked like the person in the photos. “Miss Song Xin, do you happen to know someone named Shao Xibei?”

The woman replied, “Why are you asking about that? She and I went our separate ways long ago. The police keep asking me the same thing—if you’re not tired of it, I am. I’ll say it one last time: I have no idea where Shao Xibei went. we had a falling out a long time ago. If you can’t find her, go ask my sister, Song Xiuran; they’ve been quite close lately.”

The woman acted naturally, poised and calm. Shao Yu, however, frowned. This tone and attitude didn’t match the descriptions of the gentle person in the investigative files.

“Ahem,” Shang Yin coughed twice to draw attention. “Miss Song, may I ask why you’ve been wearing a mask this whole time?”

The woman said, “I’ve had an allergic reaction lately, and my face is covered in rashes.”

Shang Yin and Shao Yu didn’t discover much during this trip. In the end, the woman took off her mask; even with many rashes, her facial features were clearly visible. It was indeed Song Xin.

As they sat in the car, Shao Yu was lost in thought. According to the investigation results Shang Yin had brought regarding Song Xiuran, that person had been in a car accident a few days ago and was still lying in the hospital. Beyond that, they had investigated everyone who might hold a grudge against the Shao family, but nothing useful came up.

With all leads exhausted, Shao Yu pulled out her phone and clicked on the mysterious text message she had received: Check Song Xin.

Shao Yu lowered her eyes, her fingers lightly brushing the screen. “There is something wrong with this Song Xin.” She dialed a number. “Send some people to keep an eye on Song Xin.”

As night fell, moonlight spilled through the window onto Shao Xibei’s cheek, making her skin appear translucent and smooth.

Click.

The bedroom door was carefully opened. A figure walked in stealthily, approaching Shao Xibei’s bedside to gaze intently at her exquisite face. Song Xin stared at the alluring scene and couldn’t help but lean down, whispering in her heart: Xibei…

However, just as she was about to touch her, Song Xin was suddenly pushed away. Shao Xibei sat up, her eyes clear and devoid of any sleepiness.

“Song Xin, sneaking in in the middle of the night—you really have some nerve.”

Song Xin smiled and licked her lips. “Xibei, why don’t we give it a try? You might find you actually like it.”

Shao Xibei felt suffocated by these words. Was this still the female lead who only cared about her career? Listen to that—what kind of nonsense was she spewing? “Give it a try”? Like hell she would. Even with Shao Xibei’s good upbringing, Song Xin made her want to curse out loud.

What an idiot. Was the World Consciousness blind? How could it choose someone like this to be the female lead?

“F*** your father, Song Xin! Are you a complete moron?”

Song Xin was stunned by the profanity, but then she cupped her face and laughed. “Xibei, you’re so cute when you’re swearing.”

Shao Xibei was silent. Shao Xibei was furious. Shao Xibei wanted to hit someone. Her hand moved faster than her brain; the moment the thought flashed, her fist had already slammed into Song Xin’s cheek.

Caught off guard, Song Xin’s head snapped to the side. She covered the half of her face that had been hit, her eyes filled with sorrow. “Xibei, I know you resent me. If hitting me makes you feel better, then go ahead.”

Shao Xibei felt her skin crawl. Facing a Song Xin like this, she was truly helpless—neither hitting nor scolding worked. If she stayed with Song Xin any longer, she would go insane.

Shao Xibei simply lay back down and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, from her toes to the very last strand of hair.

Seeing this, Song Xin sighed. “Xibei, do you still have feelings for me in your heart? Otherwise, why couldn’t you bring yourself to hit me harder?”

Shao Xibei’s fists creaked under the covers. Dammit, Song Xin is a psychopath!!!

The room fell silent. About ten minutes later, Shao Xibei heard the sound of the door closing. Song Xin should be gone. Shao Xibei poked her head out; sure enough, the person was no longer there.

It was very late, but Shao Xibei had no desire to sleep. She stayed awake with her eyes open until the next morning. As the sky began to brighten, her expression turned stern—she couldn’t go on like this.

She came up with a plan: getting sick. It was cliché, but it might work. She had observed that there only seemed to be her and Song Xin here. The walls were too high to see outside, but she had never heard anyone else’s voice. Given how much Song Xin currently obsessed over her, she would surely take her to see a doctor.

Shao Xibei went to the bathroom, the only place without surveillance. She filled the bathtub with cold water and submerged herself fully while still wearing her clothes, leaving only her head above the surface. After staying in the cold water for a long time, it actually felt bearable. Looking at the ceiling, Shao Xibei felt a bit drowsy and simply closed her eyes.

Time passed minute by minute. The originally clear, transparent water in the bathtub was stained red. Shao Xibei couldn’t feel the pain; she didn’t realize the wound on her chest had reopened.

As her blood drained away, Shao Xibei felt increasingly powerless. She thought to herself that she must be this tired because she hadn’t slept the night before. Her consciousness drifted; she felt her body getting colder and colder, yet she didn’t have the strength to open her eyes.

This… cold bath was feeling a bit off.

[System Space]

[Warning: Host’s vital signs are dropping.] [Warning: Host’s vital signs are dropping.] [Warning: Host’s vital signs are dropping.]

A phantom figure slowly condensed in the void, surrounded by floating spots of light. The System was shocked into a forced awakening from its hibernation by this news. The origin fragment had perfectly merged with it. It had tampered with this fragment slightly, so when the Main God destroyed it, the fragment went unnoticed and was preserved.

Its power had recovered by twenty percent—not enough to manifest its true form, but enough to communicate with Shao Xibei. However, the moment it connected, it saw Shao Xibei lying bloodless in a pool of red. The System’s breath hitched.

[Wake up! Shao Xibei!]

In her daze, Shao Xibei heard the familiar, cold mechanical voice.

“[Sys… System, you’ve finally contacted me.]”

Watching the scene unfold from within the system space, the System’s emotions grew tense.

[Get out of the water, quickly!]

Shao Xibei’s voice was as weak as a gossamer thread.

[System, I… I have no strength left. I’m so dizzy.]

The System wished it could manifest immediately, but its source energy was still insufficient. It needed to reclaim another source fragment.

The System could only watch in frantic helplessness. Fortunately, at that moment, the bathroom door was kicked open.

Song Xin appeared looking anxious, but when she saw the blood-red bathtub and the deathly pale Shao Xibei soaking in the water, her expression shifted into a state of unprecedented panic.

She practically sprinted over, ignoring the crimson water, and carefully lifted the girl from the tub. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

“Xi… Xibei, why would you do this?”

Holding her, Song Xin ran outside frantically, but the rattling sound of iron chains served as a sharp reminder. With trembling hands, Song Xin pulled out her keys, laid Shao Xibei on the bed, and began fumbling with the lock.

Because she was so panicked, her hands shook so violently that she missed the keyhole several times. Fine beads of sweat broke out on Song Xin’s forehead; she took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

Finally, the ankle cuff restraining Shao Xibei was unlocked.

Seeing this, the System couldn’t imagine what Shao Xibei had been through. To think she had been imprisoned like this. For the first time, its desire to kill was overwhelming.

The System’s energy began to leak out due to its rage, causing the entire system space to tremble. Damn it, what has the fragment of this world been doing?!

Song Xin carried the girl out without a moment’s delay. She practically ran out of the house where she had imprisoned Shao Xibei and past the towering perimeter walls.

If Shao Xibei were awake, she would have seen rows upon rows of bodyguards standing outside; escape would have been impossible. There were many tents here—their living quarters. Song Xin carried her into one of the tents.

“Doctor, look at her, quickly!!!”

The person Song Xin called “doctor” was a young woman wearing a black mask. Her eyes were obscured by long bangs, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

Song Xin placed the girl on the bed without hesitation. “Doc… doctor, please look, look at her!” Her voice was already breaking into sobs.

The female doctor walked over and waved Song Xin away. “Fine. Don’t stand in the way.”

Song Xin quickly moved to the other side, her eyes never leaving Shao Xibei for a second.

The female doctor scanned Shao Xibei from head to toe and let out a sneer, her tone odd and meaningful. “Miss Song, the hobbies of you wealthy people are truly peculiar. You seem to enjoy putting dog collars on people.”

Song Xin gave her a dark look and pulled out a gun, pointing it at her. “I told you to treat her, now.”

The female doctor raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. “Oh my, just a joke. Don’t be so angry, Miss Song.”

“Would it be convenient for Miss Song to step out for a moment? Having you staring at me makes me nervous.”

Song Xin didn’t move.

The doctor continued, “Rest assured, my life is in your hands. I won’t do anything unnecessary.”

Song Xin still didn’t move.

The doctor sighed. “Fine then, I’m starting.”

Her hands shook as she began to undress Shao Xibei. Song Xin hissed, “Why are your hands shaking?”

The doctor replied, “I told you, I’m nervous with you right here. If we delay any longer, she’s going to die.”

Song Xin’s breath hitched. She withdrew the gun and strode out of the tent. “You must save her,” she said as she exited.

The doctor’s hands immediately stopped shaking. She efficiently removed Shao Xibei’s dress and moved quickly to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound.

However, this wasn’t enough; she needed a blood transfusion. The doctor seemed troubled; it was impossible to get blood in a place like this.

[I can help you.]

A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in the doctor’s mind. She was startled for a moment but quickly regained her composure.

[Are you in my head?]

The mechanical voice replied: [Yes.]

[Let me take control of your body first, otherwise, Shao Xibei won’t make it.]

The doctor hesitated, but seeing Shao Xibei lying weak and pale on the bed, she agreed.

In the blink of an eye, the doctor found her body being controlled. She could feel her limbs moving, but she wasn’t the one operating them.

[What exactly are you? Or who are you?] the doctor asked.

[I am you, Song Xiuran,] the System replied.

The moment it had approached this masked person, the System had felt its own source aura. After attempting to possess her, it discovered that this person was indeed its own fragment. The fragment’s name in this world was Song Xiuran.

The System placed its hand over Shao Xibei’s wound. An invisible current flowed into Shao Xibei’s body. This “qi” was the System’s energy, converted through the medium of this world into the substances the human body required.

A few minutes passed, and color gradually returned to Shao Xibei’s face.

The System breathed a sigh of relief. A second later, Song Xiuran reclaimed her body. Since the System was not the original owner and Song Xiuran’s current mental and physical state was strong, taking back control was easy.

Song Xiuran performed a thorough check; the pulse was steady and strong, and there was no longer any immediate danger.

At that moment, Song Xin’s voice came from outside: “Doctor, what’s the situation?”

Song Xiuran lowered her eyes and grabbed a small blanket to cover the girl. She couldn’t take Shao Xibei out of here yet. This was a deserted island in Europe, and there was absolutely no signal. Furthermore, it was heavily guarded by layers of men.

Song Xiuran couldn’t understand how Song Xin, with her current assets, could afford to hire so many people.

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