After Transmigrating, I Fell in Love with a Top-Tier Movie Queen - Chapter 117

Although it was summer, it wasn’t too hot in the early morning. She could see the gardener in the yard trimming some uneven branches. Ye Linghua was sitting alone on the grass. The morning sun wasn’t hot or harsh.

She was sitting cross-legged with a laptop on her lap.

She must be dealing with work. Ye Linghua was always like this, never handling work in the room while Lin Xin was sleeping.

In Ye Linghua’s words, it was because she was afraid the noise of work would disturb Lin Xin, and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to focus on work if she kept looking at her.

Lin Xin muttered again: “She has a huge crush but talks so properly.”

Lin Xin was about to reach out to open the window and call Ye Linghua when her extended elbow accidentally bumped a small bookshelf on the desk. The shelf, piled with books, tumbled to the floor under the impact.

Lin Xin was startled by the accident. Her eyes involuntarily fell on the books scattered across the floor. Scanning them, she was surprised to find that these books were not the kind Ye Linghua usually read.

Besides books on sports cars, there were books on fortune-telling and even one or two piano music scores.

Lin Xin: “…” A strange sense of incongruity settled in her heart.

She had been to Ye Linghua’s study. It was filled with various books, including one or two novels.

Back then, Lin Xin had teased her, asking why a big CEO like her would read such girlie books.

Ye Linghua always smiled and said, “Well, you know! Delving into different fields is a good way to broaden one’s horizons.”

That’s what Ye Linghua said, but Lin Xin had never seen books related to metaphysics in her study.

Moreover, although there were piano scores, Ye Linghua only read Chopin’s scores. The scores lying on the floor now were a Beethoven collection.

As for cars, there were only one or two books, and those were sent to her by Xing Yan.

But the car books here were uniformly about sports cars and related maintenance.

These books…

Lin Xin was filled with a sense of oddity, but she didn’t think too much of it. After all, Ye Linghua had a huge study, so it was natural for her not to have seen all of it.

Besides, even if Ye Linghua genuinely didn’t like them before, it didn’t mean she didn’t like them now!

People always change. Moreover, Ye Linghua, who left this family, had turned over a new leaf.

But do preferences really change? Could one switch from liking Beethoven to Chopin? Could one stop caring about sports cars after liking them?

Especially when she had more wealth now!

Lin Xin couldn’t help but ponder while she reached out to gather the scattered books.

As she tidied up, she suddenly noticed a diary with a gold-stamped red leather cover. Lin Xin paused. A diary?

Because it had fallen on the desk, the diary was open.

Lin Xin immediately saw the last line on the page: “Hello, my name is Ye Linghua too.”

“Too?”

Lin Xin froze, glanced over the diary again, and then her entire body trembled. There were two different handwritings on one page of the diary?

She reached out and closed the diary, suppressing the shock in her heart. But she couldn’t help but examine it. The diary looked old; it wasn’t from the last couple of years.

Did the rebellious Ye Linghua of a few years ago also have a habit of writing a diary?

She looked closer at the diary. It was a small notebook, likely made by a high-end stationery company in Japan, perhaps called “Life Diary.”

She herself had wanted to buy one before. Although a few hundred yuan each wasn’t cheap, it wasn’t unaffordable either.

But later, she thought that with her laziness, she wouldn’t be able to keep a diary. So, even though she had picked out the diary, she ultimately didn’t buy it.

Such an expensive diary was still so well preserved. Clearly, its owner had written in it diligently.

Lin Xin tucked the diary back onto the shelf, then sat down on the chair, clearing her mind.

Outside the window, the rustling of tree branches and occasional bird calls could be heard.

The sun moved up in the sky, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, falling onto the desk in front of her.

Even tiny specks of dust were visible to the naked eye.

Lin Xin’s thoughts finally returned slightly from the surrounding nature.

But her mind couldn’t help but wonder: Why are the handwritings different? Why?

Even if a person changed their ways, handwriting was like a fingerprint—it could mostly be used to identify a person.

What caused the different handwritings?

Lin Xin felt as if she were being tempted. She raised her hand again and reached for the bookshelf. The sunlight illuminated her fair hand, making it look like translucent white jade.

She pulled the diary back out. The luxury notebook, known as the Life Diary, felt exceptionally distinct in her hands.

She opened the first page and saw the thick paper divided into three parts by faint blue lines. The month and date, but no year, were recorded at the top of each page.

This was a three-year diary. Each page of the diary was divided into three sections.

The “June 9th” at the top meant that the entries on this page were written on June 9th over three years.

In other words, the entry for the same day each year was recorded on the same page.

This was the unique feature of the Life Diary. The space for writing was limited, allowing for a quick record of the day’s events and feelings, which reduced the pressure of keeping a journal and made it easy to complete.

Since the entry for the same day each year was recorded on the same page, one could easily see what they had done on that specific day over the years when flipping through it.

Lin Xin had been drawn to this feature, thinking it made journaling easier and interesting, and had considered buying it.

She hadn’t expected that she and Ye Linghua would have such a similar thought.

A bit of happiness welled up in her heart. Lin Xin reached out and opened the first page. She first read the entry in the first year’s section: [Hello, I am Ye Linghua. Today marks my tenth year in the Ye family, and I am finally grown up. I can no longer hide behind Mother. I don’t know where to go from here.]

She continued to the second year’s entry for the same day: [I really am useless. Even with more funds and information than others, I still lost everything.] Lin Xin paused. This must be what Ye Youling meant about giving her 1 million, which was then squandered?

Then, she read the third year’s entry for the same day: [Hello, my name is Ye Linghua too. This is my first year here. From now on, I will help you complete this imperfect life.]

BAM! Lin Xin felt something explode in her mind. Although she hadn’t yet formed a complete thought, the sentence made her heart panic.

Something had slipped out of her control.