After Transmigrating as a Wealthy Woman: Donβt You Dare Touch My Baby! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 102
Lately, Zhu Xingtong had fallen in love with a cafe tucked away in the furthest corner of the central plaza. Compared to the bustling crowds at other shops, this place was pitifully deserted. But the owner didn’t seem to care.
It wasn’t surprising that few people came; the coffee prices were astronomical. It gave people the feeling that it wasn’t a matter of being unable to afford it, but rather that it simply wasn’t necessary. Consequently, the place was exceptionally quiet.
Xingtong didn’t actually like coffee; she just liked the silence and the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Every time she visited, she ordered a glass of milk and sat by the window with her notebook, where inspiration seemed to flow endlessly. Milk happened to be the cheapest item on the menu.
Zhu Xingtong: …It’s not that I can’t afford coffee! It’s just that the milk was normal price the first time I came, and the second time, it suddenly dropped!
Yes, a price drop. Only for the milk. The clerk had even given her a “Half-Price Milk Membership Card.” It was absurd. A seven-yuan glass of milk was now five yuan, and with the card, only two-fifty! Xingtong had even worried the milk might be expired, but it was perfectly fresh.
She had secretly asked the waitress, her little fan, who told her that the owner had just come up with the membership card on a whim recently. Almost every regular had one, though almost no one else ever ordered just a glass of milk.
Xingtong leaned back, occasionally stealing glances at the neighboring table. According to her fan, the owner wasn’t often in the shop, yet Xingtong ran into her every single time she visited.
The owner was an incredibly intellectual beauty. Unlike Xingtong, the cafe seemed to be just a side business. Her main profession remained a mystery. Every time she appeared, she sat not far from Xingtong, her eyes downcast as she focused on her laptop or a book. Sitting there, she looked like a painting.
She moved like a model! Her gait was steady and graceful; Xingtong suspected the woman could walk with a glass of water on her head without spilling a drop. Xingtong noticed this because such poise usually came from living in front of a camera. Like her “cub” in the other world.
Thinking of her cub made Xingtong’s heart ache. She picked up her milk, gulped it down, and ended up with a white mustache. She licked it off with a small tongue and let out a tiny burp.
Hehe, delicious. Time for the restroom!
What Xingtong didn’t know was that every movement she made was being watched by the woman at the next table. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the woman stared at the book in her hand, but a doting, indulgent smile played at the corners of her lips.
Little ditz.
Once Xingtong left for the restroom, the owner focused back on her book. It was none other than “Quick Transmigration: I Am the Big Heroine.”
Most people would find it awkward to read a book where the protagonist shared their name, but Zhong YingΒ was different. She wasn’t reading for the plot or the “face-slapping” action; she was reading it as a record of a life she might have had if she hadn’t met Zhu Xingtong.
So, “The woman cherished by the Creator” meant this all along,Β Zhong Ying thought, closing the final page. She took a sip of her coffee. But does it matter if I was just a character in a book?
When Xingtong returned, she passed by Zhong Ying and noticed the book on the table. She stuttered, “That book…”
Zhong Ying smiled. “What about it?”
“I… I wrote that.” Xingtong felt a bit embarrassed.
“I know,” Zhong Ying replied. “Xiao Zhang recommended it. It’s very good. The author ‘Zhu Zhu’ is very talented.”
“Ah! Thank you.” Xingtong scratched her head. “I was just curious because you’re always here reading. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Not at all,” Zhong Ying said, tucking a strand of hair behind her earβa gesture that made Xingtong’s brain freeze. “I only started reading it because Xiao Zhang said the protagonist had the same name as me. It piqued my interest.”
Xingtong froze. “Boss… your name is Zhong Ying?”
The owner nodded with a smile. “Yes.”
Xingtong’s mind raced. Zhong Ying. The name is the same! And she looks so much like her! The steady gait! The black-and-white clothes! Even the way she tucks her hair!
Xingtong’s gaze became intense, almost predatory, as she stared at the woman. Zhong Ying felt a bit helpless under the scrutiny. “Miss Zhu… is something wrong?”
Xingtong snapped out of it, waving her hands. “No, sorry! I’m just surprised. I’ll… go back to my seat now.”
It’s impossible,Β Xingtong told herself. How could a character from a book appear in the real world?
But as she walked away, she stopped and whispered a single word: “Cub?”
The owner didn’t have an instinctive reaction. Xingtong felt a wave of sadness.
“Miss Zhu? Did you say something?”
Xingtong shook her head. “Nothing.” She walked away without looking back.
Only after she left did Zhong Ying finally look up. She had kept her eyes downcast because she was afraid to look into those bright, expectant eyes. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling a flicker of regret for not revealing herself immediately.
Was Zhong Ying angry? Yes. This little thing had kept her identity as a “Transmigrator” and “Creator” a secret until the very end. If Zhong Ying hadn’t found her way here, Xingtong would have let her believe she was dead forever. This heartless little thing needed a lesson.
Just then, Xingtong’s phone rang.
“HelloβMom…”
“Zhu Xingtong! I messaged you to come home for a blind date! Why aren’t you back yet?” Her motherβs loud voice echoed through the quiet cafe. Xingtong tried to muffle the speaker in panic. Social death!
“I’m busy with work! I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise!” Xingtong whispered.
“You’d better be! By the way, do you still like that girl you had a crush on in high school?”
Xingtongβs heart skipped a beat. “Mom! That was forever ago! Don’t talk about it!”
“It’s a new era, same-sex marriage is legal! Don’t be afraid! If anyone says a word against you, your old lady will beat them up! But back to that girl…”
Suddenly, a shadow fell over Xingtong. Startled, her hand slipped, and she accidentally hung up the phone.
Zhong Ying had appeared right beside her. Had she heard the call?
“Er… Boss Zhong?” Xingtong looked up, flustered.
Zhong Ying wore a playful, teasing smile, but her eyes were dark and stormy. “Miss Zhu… going on a blind date?”
Xingtong nodded blankly. “Ah…” Social death confirmed! A 25-year-old woman going on a blind date!
Zhong Ying leaned in close, one hand bracing against the shelf behind Xingtong, the atmosphere suddenly heavy with an impending explosion. “You’re going on a blind date.”
“Yes…?” Xingtong looked around, confused. What was happening?
Zhong Ying took a quiet, deep breath, let go of the shelf, and picked up a cup. She laughed, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Nothing. I just happened to overhear. So, Miss Zhu even had a female crushΒ back in high school?”
Xingtong’s cheeks flushed. “Ah… that was a long, long time ago.”
Zhong Ying: …I am so angry. I’m literally about to lose it.
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