After Transmigrating as the "Green Tea" Fake Heiress, I Got My Happy Ending with the Real Heiress - Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Though this idea was absurd, Ruan Yu couldn’t dismiss it.

Because that person truly wasn’t Wen Yun. Their personalities and behaviors were vastly different; aside from her appearance and voice, she was completely another person.

She felt an emptiness in her heart, sat down on the bed, and hugged the Shiba Inu body pillow.

The Shiba Inu pillow had been with her for many days now. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but she truly hadn’t had nightmares during this time. Occasionally, she would dream of the future.

There were the long vacations after the college entrance exam and the campus life during university—all futures she hadn’t experienced in her past life. And in every dream, that person was there.

This could no longer be called mere trust; it was dependence.

The various experiences of her past life had repeatedly warned Ruan Yu not to place expectations on anyone, yet after being reborn and meeting someone who genuinely cared for her, she couldn’t help but rush forward like a moth to a flame, giving away her trust.

And as time passed, she had grown accustomed to the sense of security that person provided.

She was so dependent on that person that even just imagining her departure filled her with unease.

Furthermore, if that person left, who would the remaining body belong to?

Would the original Wen Yun return? Or would the person’s departure cause the body to die as well?

The more Ruan Yu thought about it, the more scared she became. After much deliberation, she decided to send her doubts to He Sheng.

That person often said He Sheng was a “big dreamer” and was always eager to discuss any strange topic with her.

However, considering her own experience was too unbelievable, she chose to confide in He Sheng by describing it as a dream:

“I had a strange dream. In the dream, I was bullied by a family member who looked just like Yunyun, who targeted me at every turn. I eventually committed suicide to end the pain.”

“But after I died, I went back to the day I first arrived at the Wen family. Everyone else was the same as in my past life, but the Yunyun who bullied me had a complete change of character, becoming the person you and I are familiar with now.”

“No matter what I wanted to do or say, she respected me, supported me, and firmly stood by me, planning my future and encouraging me to move forward.”

“But the more completely Yunyun treated me with such kindness, the more afraid I became.”

“I was afraid that she would suddenly leave one day, just as the person who once bullied me would suddenly disappear.”

“So I tried every means to keep her by my side, monitoring and protecting her, not letting anyone take her away, and not giving her a chance to leave.”

“Even so, on a future day, Yunyun still left. The person who remained was the one who bullied me. She smiled and grabbed my neck, threatening to take everything away from me…”

“I was being choked and felt like I was suffocating. Then I woke up.”

She tried her best to calmly describe the future that worried her, but after sending it, she felt that she was being irrational. Even if it was just a dream, the content shouldn’t be shared with an outsider. She long-pressed the message, ready to retract it.

But before she could press Unsend, He Sheng sent a message:

“That’s a really weird dream~”

“But I can tell that you actually care about Yunyun a lot! You care so much that your subconscious wants to force her to stay by your side, hehe~”

After reading the reply, Ruan Yu couldn’t help but ask: “If I care about her, why would I dream of her turning into someone else?”

“Well, there are many possible explanations,” He Sheng replied. “You could interpret it as not wanting her character to have the kind of dark side that you loathe. Or you could interpret it as you having genuinely experienced the events in the dream, but the reset made you temporarily forget them.”

The latter sentence sent a chill down Ruan Yu’s spine. Her fingers trembled slightly: “Do you really believe in the existence of such a thing?”

“Why wouldn’t I believe it?” He Sheng countered. “More and more research shows that humans have hope of time travel if technology advances to a certain degree. Whether it’s rebirth or transmigration, they are both forms of time travel. My current self might not have experienced such high technology, but that doesn’t mean the parallel universe version of me hasn’t. And I am just one individual in this small world. The universe is vast; none of us are gods, so how can anyone be certain that such things absolutely don’t exist?”

Ruan Yu was actually persuaded by her seemingly serious words. After much thought, she tentatively asked: “Then what do you think? If transmigration really exists, is it possible for a transmigrator who has already arrived in this world to return to their original world?”

“That depends on the type of transmigrator,” He Sheng answered seriously. “If they are high-tech transmigrators, such as those carrying or bound to a System from a higher dimension, they are very likely to go back once their mission is complete.”

“Higher-dimension System? Mission?” Ruan Yu was puzzled.

“It seems you’re not familiar with this popular culture,” He Sheng said with a touch of helplessness. “It’s okay. If you’re interested, I have a lot of web novels with similar themes here. I’ll recommend them all to you!”

Thus, Ruan Yu received over twenty links from a legitimate web novel reading app.

Wen Yun, for once, finished all the problems within her capability and time limit today. After checking the answers herself, she surprisingly scored 115 points.

“This practice test was too easy…” she muttered. She meticulously corrected her mistakes on scratch paper, circled the challenging questions that stumped her, read the solution provided in the answers, and tried solving it herself again. She was still stuck, so she decided to make a note to go downstairs and find Ruan Yu.

She knocked twice, but there was no response. Wen Yun’s heart tightened. She raised her voice as a warning and opened the door to enter.

Ruan Yu was sitting at her desk with headphones on. An open history textbook lay before her, its pages covered in dense notes. She appeared to be reviewing key points from the textbook.

Seeing that she was fine, Wen Yun breathed a sigh of relief. She quietly moved the chair she usually sat in over to Ruan Yu’s side and sat down silently before gently tapping her shoulder.

Perhaps Ruan Yu was completely immersed in her studying. The light tap made the girl shudder all over. She quickly grabbed the phone on the desk, tapped it a few times, and then hurriedly took off her headphones, apologizing, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I just got here anyway,” Wen Yun didn’t mind and even joked, “How is it? Is the soundproofing on these headphones good enough?”

Ruan Yu composed herself and smiled at her as usual: “It’s excellent. I didn’t hear you approach at all.”

With the exam paper in her hand, still wet with red ink, Ruan Yu’s thoughts were still lingering on the novels she had just read.

She was a very fast reader and knew how to skim for the main points. In less than two hours, she had read five or six books, grasping the basic concepts of what He Sheng meant by “System” and “Mission.”

In short, Systems could be divided into two categories: one that provided convenience to the host, a “golden finger,” and another that acted as a monitor, forcing the host to carry out various tasks. If the host refused to cooperate, they would be punished, potentially even erased from existence.

As for the types of missions, most were linked to the type of system.

For example, a “Villain Reformation System” would assign the host the task of reforming a villain. A “Sarcastic System” would force the host to be sarcastic anytime, anywhere, to maintain the original persona of the transmigrator and ensure the stability of the current small world. A “Plot Repair System” would periodically issue phase missions to “guide the plot toward a reasonable ending” for the host.

While reading, Ruan Yu also tried to speculate, feeling that the person beside her was probably bound to a monitoring system related to Wen Yun’s persona, but this system didn’t seem to be as compulsory as those in the novels she read, where the host had to “say and do things at all times.”

But no matter what kind of system the host was bound to, every story had an ending.

Realizing this, Ruan Yu’s hand habitually wrote down a series of formulas on the exam paper, but her mind was in chaos.

Although the ending of the stories varied due to the authors’ preferences, the protagonist was still the master of the entire narrative. Whether they stayed or left after completing the system’s mission depended on which world was more important to them—the current one or their original one.

Beyond that, there were many transmigrators with strong convictions who would ultimately choose to leave, regardless of how many satisfying people or things they found in the new world.

Translated into reality, this meant that she might not be able to keep that person.

“Are you tired?”

A familiar voice sounded next to Ruan Yu’s ear, concerned and anxious. “If you’re tired, get some rest early tonight. I think I have a clue about this problem. I’ll go back and figure it out on my own.”

Ruan Yu was pulled back to the present. She quickly shook her head, habitually smiling. “I’m not tired. I just suddenly thought of a formula outside the scope of the material, and my thoughts wandered.”

The tip of her pen scratched softly against the paper. She quickly regained her focus on the problem, writing down the steps while meticulously analyzing the solution with the person beside her.

She shouldn’t overthink things that were beyond her control.

Since she cared about this person, she should respect her choice.

The end of the month arrived quickly. The night before the sports meet, Lin Qiqi finally sent a message to Wen Yun:

“Yunyun, you’re a genius! Someone really wants to target Xiaoyu during the sports meet! [Image][Image]”

Wen Yun had just finished showering. She saw the message upon returning to her room and immediately frowned.

Probably because of the previous disastrous incident, the small group formed by the class members only mocked Ruan Yu with insults like “country bumpkins love to show off” and “hicks just want to prove themselves” when they heard she was running the 3000 meters; they didn’t say anything else.

This time, the targeting was done by individuals privately contacting the participants; there was no group discussion.

Wen Yun simply placed a voice call, intending to ask Lin Qiqi for details: “Did they voluntarily leak the news to you?”

“Yep. After all, I had already warned every participant competing with Xiaoyu beforehand!” Lin Qiqi laughed. “I told them they didn’t have to fake their ranking or be humble, but if anything happened to Xiaoyu during the race, they’d end up like Zheng Jiafei!”

Wen Yun: “…”

Should she say that this person truly deserved to be a villainous side character?

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