After Transmigrating into a Novel, I Am in a Relationship with My Scummy Ex-Girlfriend’s Mother - Chapter 2

Huo Qingzhuo rushed toward the location she had previously sent to Shen Junfu. She didn’t trust this strange “system,” and she was even skeptical of everything happening now. She only trusted herself.

In her past life, Huo Qingzhuo was an orphan. She had learned early on that where she was—or even which world she was in—didn’t matter. What mattered was holding her destiny in her own hands.

In the plot, all of “Huo Qingzhuo’s” hardships and pain stemmed from Shen Junfu. Although Huo Qingzhuo was confident she could never fall in love with him, she was more than happy to eliminate the trouble at its root.

“Warning! Host, please do not seek your own destruction. Arbitrarily changing the plot will result in the risk of being obliterated!”

As Huo Qingzhuo drew closer to her destination, 007 became increasingly anxious, screaming in an attempt to stop her suicidal behavior.

“You really don’t give up, do you?” From 007’s earlier reaction, Huo Qingzhuo knew the entity didn’t actually have the authority to kill her, so she naturally ignored it.

Watching the unrepentant Huo Qingzhuo, 007 trembled entirely within her hand. It already saw two dead ends ahead: either being obliterated right here or being completely controlled by the host with no hope of ever turning the tables.

Seeing that time was running out, 007 steeled its heart and decided that a miserable life was better than a good death.

“Host, stop! I don’t have the authority to obliterate you, but the automatic plot-repair function of the novel world’s Heavenly Laws can! If you keep going, we’ll both die! We are a single unit, bound together to fix the loopholes in this world. Stop now!”

007 covered its eyes with its two wings. Only when it felt the wind around them stop did it breathe a massive sigh of relief, opening its eyes just a crack.

Huo Qingzhuo looked at 007 with a scrutinizing gaze. “Which of your words are true, and which are lies?”

“I swear on my core programming that what I just said is true,” 007 scrambled up and pointed a wing to the sky as if taking an oath, seeing that she still doubted it. “I admit I deceived you before, but that was only because I wanted us to complete the mission successfully. Once the mission fails, we will both be obliterated. I don’t want to be sent back for recycling yet.”

By the end, 007 was practically in tears, crying until its data turned into garbled code on Huo Qingzhuo’s hand.

“So,” Huo Qingzhuo looked at 007 coldly, completely unmoved. “What you mean is, you were originally a tool meant to assist me, but you wanted to control me completely instead?”

“Hiccup.” 007 hadn’t expected its host to be such a cold-blooded and heartless person. Its crying stopped abruptly, followed by a sob-induced hiccup. “Host, you must believe me, this was all for our own good. Based on past experience, humans are emotional creatures who often act too impulsively, leading to mission failure and ultimate obliteration.”

“Mission? That’s yours, not mine.” Huo Qingzhuo gave the 007 in her hand a hard squeeze. 007 let out an “ouch,” and a distorted operation panel appeared before her eyes.

“That’s more like it. Since you are a tool belonging to me, you should listen to me. Keep your little schemes to yourself, and I might let you live a bit longer.”

After reading the text on the operation panel, Huo Qingzhuo pressed the confirmation button.

The panel that just popped up was the introduction interface that should have appeared when 007 forcibly bound itself to her. It detailed 007’s usage and functions, as well as their relationship as a symbiotic pair.

Because this was set according to the humanitarian standards of the Space-Time Administration, it was heavily biased toward the host. 007 had hidden it out of fear, but unfortunately, its efforts had now come to naught.

Following the instructions, Huo Qingzhuo easily pulled up 007’s settings, changed everything to “Host Priority,” and opened all of 007’s permissions to herself.

Seeing 007 lying submissively in her palm without struggle, Huo Qingzhuo satisfiedly chose to digitize the system and placed it into her mind.

“Warning, warning! Host, please evacuate immediately. The automatic plot-repair function has been activated. The distance between the protagonist Shen Junfu and the host is too close. The host is at risk of being obliterated.”

The current 007 prioritized Huo Qingzhuo above all else, so any factors threatening her were naturally included in its calculations.

Previously, Huo Qingzhuo had intended to break up with Shen Junfu to change the plot. She had stopped now, but the nearby Shen Junfu had already spotted her and was walking over. Because they were too close, the plot-correction function automatically targeted Huo Qingzhuo for attempting to alter the story.

Now that she understood the cause and effect, Huo Qingzhuo naturally wouldn’t use her life as an experiment. She cursed Shen Junfu’s ill-timed sharp eyesight, turned her bike around, and prepared to leave.

“Warning! Host, run! Shen Junfu is running toward you!” 007 shrieked in her head.

Glancing back hurriedly, Huo Qingzhuo saw a tall girl in a white tracksuit and a black baseball cap running toward her. To her, the girl looked like the Soul-Reaping Messenger. She stomped on the pedals and swerved back the way she came.

“Huo Qingzhuo, why are you running?!” Shen Junfu, who had just arrived, frowned at the retreating figure and shouted, quickening her pace to give chase.

“Host, host! You’re going against traffic, slow down! No, Shen Junfu is catching up! Run!” It was truly a case of a wolf in front and a tiger behind. 007 cowered in her mind, trembling.

“Shut up!”

Huo Qingzhuo barked. She knew she was going against traffic. Glancing at the closing distance between her and Shen Junfu, she steeled herself and accelerated against the flow of traffic to quickly escape Shen Junfu’s line of sight.

A bicycle is still a vehicle, and it’s faster than a person running. Soon, Shen Junfu was nowhere to be seen. Huo Qingzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sparse traffic on the road, and prepared to cross the street.

“Holy crap! The chain fell off!”

“AAAAHHHHHH!”

The former was Huo Qingzhuo, and the latter was 007. The scream was accompanied by the piercing sound of brakes, and both consciousnesses plunged into darkness.

When Huo Qingzhuo woke up again, she was already lying in a hospital.

“Ugh.” She raised a hand to support her aching forehead and slowly opened her eyes. Looking at the ceiling, the previous events flashed before her. It seemed like her chain had snapped while she was crossing the street, and then she was hit by a black car… so, whose fault was that?

Calculating her current impoverished state, her first reaction was the question of liability. She reached out with one hand to find her phone to check the laws, while the other propped her up as she tried to sit.

She closed her eyes and shook her groggy head. Her searching hand didn’t find her phone, but instead touched something else—something soft, smooth, and delicate, like a piece of the finest mutton-fat jade.

Her movements froze. Belatedly, she opened her eyes and stiffly turned her head, only to lock eyes with a pair of cold, clear, moon-like gazes.

A boom went off in her head, and she felt as if she heard the sound of something shattering.

“It’s you…” Huo Qingzhuo stared unblinkingly at the person before her. A memory flashed of a figure she had glimpsed on the side of the road while heading to the Winslleton  Golden Icon Awards in her previous life. Though brief, the impression had been incredibly deep.

“What did you say? Are you alright?” A slender, delicate hand waved in front of her eyes, pulling her thoughts back from another dimension.

A voice as cool as spring water flowed into her ears, momentarily clearing her foggy brain. It also made her realize that the jade-like object her hand was still pressing and touching was, in fact, the other person’s hand.

She withdrew her hand as if she’d been electrocuted. Even with her notoriously thick skin, she couldn’t stop her face from burning. She nodded dumbly.

“That’s good. I’ll go call the doctor. Don’t move.”

The person gently leaned over to support her back, propping up the pillow for her, then walked out to find the doctor.

“Phew!”

The sudden memory, the impact of such beauty, and the close physical contact—especially that movement that almost felt like being pulled into an embrace—made it hard for Huo Qingzhuo to catch her breath. She feared even breathing too loudly might offend the lady.

Taking advantage of the other person’s absence, she finally got her stalled brain working again.

“007, what’s going on? Who is this person? Why did I see her in my previous world too?” Her mind was flooded with questions.

Aren’t these two different worlds? Why is the same person here? Who is she? And why did her hand… feel so good to touch?

She mentally scolded herself for that last “filthy” thought for a second and tried to focus on other problems. But the scene just now kept looping like a revolving lantern, unsettling her heart.

Ding! System permissions too low, unable to perform cross-dimensional access.

Ding! This person is not in the plot; there is no information on her in the database.

“What use are you then?” After hearing 007’s two useless answers, Huo Qingzhuo sighed helplessly. “Then you should at least know if my car accident was caused by that damned plot-correction thing, right?”

“Plot correction classifies anyone attempting to destroy the plot as a dangerous element and can even obliterate them if necessary. This was indeed the plot correction’s doing, but something blocked it for the host. That is why you only suffered minor injuries instead of being completely obliterated.”

007 pulled up the playback. If it hadn’t been for that black car knocking Huo Qingzhuo and her bike to the side of the road, the next speeding truck would have hit her head-on in the middle of the street. She would have died instantly.

“This plot correction is ruthless,” Huo Qingzhuo mused, falling into thought with 007. “Do you think it has something to do with that person just now? I have a feeling that someone I’ve seen in two different dimensions isn’t just a coincidence.”

“Host, what are you planning?” 007 had a bad feeling.

“Nothing.”

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Huo Qingzhuo leaned back against the headboard, pretending as if nothing had happened.