After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 13

Chu Ling felt like she was about to grind her teeth to dust. By the time the massage reached its conclusion, she had even lost the energy to scream.

Her already sore and aching body had been mercilessly pressed by Song Qingyi, leaving her half-paralyzed.

Even after the massage ended, Chu Ling remained sprawled on the small bed, completely unwilling to move.

Tears still glistened at the corners of her eyes as she shot accusatory glances at Song Qingyi, hoping to evoke even a shred of guilt.

But it was clear Song Qingyi felt no remorse whatsoever. In fact, she even asked, “Feeling better now?”

The tears hanging in Chu Ling’s eyes suddenly fell. “Song Qingyi, you really crippled me with that massage. Were your techniques even correct? Did you even find the right pressure points? Why do I feel so weak from the pain?”

Hearing the complaint, Song Qingyi’s lips curled slightly. She gave Chu Ling a slow once-over before replying, “Oh? If you were truly crippled, I’d take full responsibility.”

For some reason, Chu Ling sensed a hint of danger. She quickly shook her head. “No, no! I feel great now!”

With that, she dragged her battered body toward her room with sheer willpower. “I’m going to sleep!”

The implication was clear: Song Qingyi could see herself out.

Song Qingyi chuckled softly but didn’t follow, simply watching as Chu Ling retreated.

She’s still so lively seems like my massage was quite effective after all.

Meanwhile, Chu Ling collapsed onto her bed the moment she reached her room.

She had truly suffered. Only sleep could heal the trauma inflicted upon her body.

As for Song Qingyi, forget it. She didn’t want to see her right now.

Chu Ling refused to admit it, but she was experiencing a kind of reflex reaction just the sight of Song Qingyi made her entire body ache in phantom pain.

Unaware of Chu Ling’s thoughts, the unfairly scorned Song Qingyi didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she stared at the small bed where Chu Ling had lain, her gaze dark and unreadable.

She couldn’t deny it, there had been selfish motives behind her decision to massage Chu Ling herself.

For one, she couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else touching Chu Ling, even for a massage. And secondly… she had wanted an excuse to touch her openly.

She just hadn’t expected the atmosphere between them to be completely devoid of any ambiguity. The process had been more brutal than an execution.

Chu Ling’s screams had been truly harrowing. At first, Song Qingyi had tried to convince herself otherwise, but as the cries grew increasingly agonized, she fell into rare silence.

She sighed inwardly at Chu Ling’s obliviousness and her talent for ruining the mood. How can someone be this dense?

Still…

Song Qingyi lightly rubbed her fingertips together, as if savoring the lingering softness of Chu Ling’s skin. It was a sensation she couldn’t forget.

A faint regret flickered through her, she wished she could have lingered a little longer. The corners of her lips lifted, her expression softening.

By the time Chu Ling woke up, it was already afternoon. She blinked groggily as her mind slowly booted up.

As her senses returned, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the soreness in her body had lessened.

So the massage actually helped? With that realization, Chu Ling happily forgave Song Qingyi.

Earlier, she had even suspected that Song Qingyi had pressed so hard out of spite though she had no idea what she’d done to deserve it, the sheer intensity had felt like pure revenge!

But that was her past self talking. Now, after waking up to noticeable improvement, Chu Ling reconsidered. Maybe she had been too quick to judge.

Checking the time, she lazily stretched, working out the stiffness from her long nap.

Once fully awake, she got up, ready to seek out Song Qingyi.

Song Qingyi wasn’t in the room, and it was unclear whether she had gone out for work or had already gone to soak in the hot springs.

Chu Ling curiously left the small courtyard and walked along the winding path, sending messages as she went, though there were no replies.

She had originally intended to check the lounge, but at the next turn, she heard a familiar voice.

Was that Song Qingyi’s voice?

Thinking this, Chu Ling instinctively turned toward the source of the sound.

Once the trees no longer blocked her view, the scene ahead became clear.

She couldn’t mistake that figure, it was indeed Song Qingyi. But just as she was about to call out, another voice reached her ears besides Song Qingyi’s.

She seemed to be talking to someone, addressing them as Ah Yin.

A-Yin.

That name was all too familiar. There was only one person who could make Song Qingyi sound so gentle yet helpless.

Chu Ling felt as if she had been struck by lightning, frozen in place for a long moment.

She didn’t catch what Song Qingyi was saying her mind was stuck replaying that name over and over.

It had to be the person she was thinking of.

One of the female leads from the novel Ye Zhiyin.

Chu Ling shuddered and instinctively wanted to leave.

She didn’t want to see Ye Zhiyin. She didn’t want to have anything to do with her, no matter how small the connection.

Had Song Qingyi come here specifically to meet Ye Zhiyin?

The question flashed through Chu Ling’s mind, and she immediately answered it herself.

Why did she keep forgetting? Song Qingyi was the antagonist in the novel, in love with Ye Zhiyin. Her obsession with the female lead had driven her to madness.

The gap between them was enormous.

Even if Chu Ling hadn’t fallen for Ye Zhiyin as the novel’s plot intended, and had instead married Song Qingyi, theirs was only a contractual marriage. In terms of closeness, they were far from intimate.

It would be better if she didn’t disturb their meeting. There was no role for her here anyway.

Chu Ling thought she was being very calm, but deep down, she knew there was a faint discomfort just weak enough for her to ignore.

She wanted to leave, so she moved.

But just as she was about to turn away, Ye Zhiyin’s gaze suddenly landed on her.

“Hm? Qingyi, is that someone you know?”

Hearing this, Song Qingyi turned as well. The moment she saw Chu Ling, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Caught off guard, Chu Ling stiffened. She forced a smile, but when she noticed Song Qingyi’s slight frown, her heart sank.

Did Song Qingyi think her presence was an interruption? But she hadn’t meant to, she just hadn’t had time to leave yet.

Chu Ling’s smile grew rigid, but Song Qingyi remained silent.

Instead, it was Ye Zhiyin who seemed to sense something and gave Chu Ling a friendly smile.

Chu Ling returned the smile, then turned and walked away as naturally as she could manage.

Only after she was completely out of their sight did her stiff body finally relax.

Ah, she felt a little upset. Why?

Was it because of Song Qingyi’s expression?

Had she really not wanted to see her? Or was it because Ye Zhiyin was there that she didn’t want Chu Ling around?

Chu Ling couldn’t figure it out, but she could guess that her appearance had probably caused Song Qingyi some trouble.

If only she had known…

If only she hadn’t gone looking for Song Qingyi in the first place.

Sigh.

Chu Ling’s expression turned dejected. She really wasn’t a good contractual partner. If Song Qingyi wanted to terminate their agreement early, she wouldn’t object.

After a chaotic whirl of thoughts, she realized there was no use dwelling on it any longer.

So, Chu Ling steadied her emotions, resolving to accept whatever decision Song Qingyi made.

Thankfully, they hadn’t told their mothers about the marriage. Otherwise, getting divorced just days after tying the knot would have been ridiculous, Chu Tong’s mom would’ve definitely given her a long, sarcastic lecture.

The thought made Chu Ling chuckle.

Ah, whatever. No point overthinking it.

Come to think of it, she’d run into Ye Zhiyin today. Was there no escaping her after all? Was this the plot’s forced progression?

With a heavy heart, Chu Ling grabbed her bathrobe and headed for the hot springs.

After all, she was already here!

No matter how bad her mood was, the hot springs were innocent. Her body still hadn’t fully recovered, and a good soak would help speed up muscle repair.

Otherwise, in her current state, even if she wanted to run from the female lead, she wouldn’t get far.

How pathetic!

Meanwhile, after Chu Ling left, Ye Zhiyin smirked at Song Qingyi. “So that’s your special someone? Hiding her from me, huh? Well, not my fault, she came knocking on her own.”

Song Qingyi frowned slightly, her mood darkening.

Earlier…

Chu Ling’s expression had clearly shifted when she saw Ye Zhiyin. Did she know her? Why? When? There shouldn’t have been any overlap between them.

The more she thought about it, the more restless she became. Finally, Song Qingyi lifted her gaze to Ye Zhiyin. “From now on, stay away from Chu Ling.”

Ye Zhiyin: “…Huh?”

What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?!

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