Forced to Become the Female Lead's Beloved Wife [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Wen Yige felt an inexplicable warmth from Li Wancheng’s fingertips, despite their coolness. The touch on her injury sent a faint tingling radiating outward.

“Mmm…” Her voice was soft and lingering, the drawn-out note suddenly striking the calm surface of Li Wancheng’s heart, sending ripples. Unconsciously, her fingers pressed a little harder.

The shoulder strap was gently pushed aside. Wen Yige kept her head lowered, avoiding eye contact with the girl beside her. The crinkling sound of the packaging tearing open reached her ears, followed by the medicinal aroma. A cool patch was applied to her shoulder blade, and warm fingertips pressed through the adhesive. Cold and warmth intertwined, sending sparks of sensation coursing through her body, disturbingly intimate.

Li Wancheng didn’t linger. After applying the patch, she pulled the girl’s shirt back up to cover it.

The space fell silent for a moment. “Thank you,” Wen Yige murmured, twisting the corner of her school uniform in her fingers as she turned to thank the girl softly.

“It’s nothing, just a small gesture,” Li Wancheng replied, tilting her head with a teasing undertone in her voice. “Besides, helping a beauty is always a pleasure.”

Seeing Wen Yige blush, she sobered. “I just spoke to the teacher. You should rest here a little longer. There’s no rush to go back.”

Wen Yige had just called her homeroom teacher, Director Liu, and briefly explained the situation. Given her background, Director Liu naturally agreed without hesitation.

Li Wancheng’s gaze briefly swept over Wen Yige’s slightly upturned nose, lingering briefly on her cherry-red lips.

The compliment about her being beautiful wasn’t entirely a joke.

Although Wen Yige usually didn’t wear makeup and often dressed in the school uniform that looked worn and faded, nothing could diminish the delicacy of her features. Even though she hadn’t fully grown into her looks yet, one could already glimpse the striking beauty she would become.

“Okay…” A faint warmth flowed through Wen Yige’s heart as she watched the girl before her, who had already lifted half of the curtain and was about to step out.

She bit her lip for a few seconds, her voice unconsciously quickening with urgency. “Are you going back?”

Li Wancheng paused, turning slightly to meet Wen Yige’s clear, expectant eyes. Amused, she asked, “What? Are you afraid to stay here alone?”

Before Wen Yige could answer, she added, “I’m just going to buy a bottle of water. I’ll be right back.”

Watching Li Wancheng’s figure fade into the distance, Wen Yige finally straightened her clothes and slowly stepped out, her face still pale and bloodless.

“Doctor, about the cost of the ointment…” She wanted to ask if she could owe it for now and pay when she had money.

The doctor in the white coat, head bowed over his notes, replied absently without looking up, “Oh, the girl who was here earlier already paid for it.”

Already paid…

Wen Yige froze, the girl’s bright smile flashing before her eyes. Her fingers tightened subtly against her sleeve, and her heart swelled with an indescribable emotion.

At the campus supermarket entrance, Li Wancheng stood waiting for the cashier to ring up her items. Suddenly remembering something, she put back one of the bottles of mineral water and replaced it with a carton of milk.

Only after finishing her shopping did the System finally speak, its calm electronic voice tinged with confusion: “Host, why are you so concerned about her?”

Logically, Li Wancheng had already achieved her goal by preventing Xu Zhou and Wen Yige from meeting and developing a relationship. She could have simply delivered Wen Yige to the infirmary and left, with no need to specially run out to buy her something and then rush back to keep her company.

“Little Seven, you’re still too young,” Li Wancheng murmured, gently shaking the carton of milk in her hand. A glint flashed in her eyes. “As the saying goes, ‘Winning hearts is paramount.’ In situations like this, simplicity and directness are key, strike at the root cause.”

*****

When Li Wancheng returned to the infirmary, she found the pale, slender girl sitting by the bed, engrossed in memorizing English vocabulary from a book, completely oblivious to her arrival.

Li Wancheng approached quietly from behind and suddenly snatched the English book from Wen Yige’s hands. “Top student Wen, you don’t need to be so diligent. Make sure to rest properly when you should.” Her tone stiffened as her gaze fell upon the faint shadows under the girl’s eyes.

Before Wen Yige could recover from the sudden loss of her book, two items appeared in her hands.

“The doctor said you have slightly low blood sugar. Have some bread to tide you over.” Li Wancheng didn’t wait for a response, shoving the milk and bread into Wen Yige’s arms.

The girl tilted her head, half-closing her eyes as she looked at Li Wancheng, her expression clearly stating that refusal was not an option. The weight in her hands was undeniable. Wen Yige lowered her gaze to the food, her fingers clenching and unclenching before she softly murmured, “Thank you.”

Seeing that her refusal had been accepted, Li Wancheng’s expression softened. She casually kicked a nearby chair with her foot and slumped into it lazily. “What are you thanking me for? We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“If you’re tired, take a nap. I’ll wake you when school’s out.” She yawned lightly, pulled out her phone, and propped it against the chairback, idly swiping through it.

Wen Yige sipped her milkshake through the straw, letting the rich, creamy flavor wash over her tongue. She glanced at the bottled water in Li Wancheng’s hand, and her heart felt as if it had been gently pecked by a bird. The sensation spread through her like the milk sliding down her throat, a faint tremor followed by a lingering sweetness.

So, did she buy this milkshake just for me?

She took small bites of her sandwich, still trying to make sense of Li Wancheng’s actions. After all, their only previous interaction had been as desk partners, and someone of her status probably wouldn’t want to be friends with her.

But if that’s the case, why would she care so much about me? Could it be… like those other people, deliberately trying to embarrass me?

At this thought, memories from the past flooded her mind, taunting words and mocking smiles, vivid and clear. Her face paled for a moment before returning to normal.

No, she wouldn’t be that kind of person.

Unaware of Wen Yige’s internal turmoil, Li Wancheng was exhausted. She had stayed up late gaming last night and had accompanied Wen Yige on this errand. Her eyelids drooped, and she finally collapsed into a drowsy slumber by the bedside.

A few strands of hair slid onto Wen Yige’s pale hand, smooth and cool like small fish beneath lotus leaves.

It tickles… Wen Yige’s fingertips curled instinctively, her teeth gently biting her lip. After a moment of hesitation, she remained motionless.

Perhaps because she had grown up poor and accustomed to being bullied, her first reaction to someone helping her was unease. Partly, she feared it would lead to new rounds of humiliation, and partly, she worried she wouldn’t be able to repay this kindness.

Seeing the girl asleep before her, Wen Yige grew bolder, staring directly at her from her golden hair to her straight nose, and finally to her slightly parted, crimson lips… For a moment, even Wen Yige couldn’t untangle the complex emotions swirling within her.

After a while, perhaps tired of staring, she slowly blinked, feeling the steady breaths of the person so close to her. A thought crossed her mind:

Maybe this is just a passing whim of hers?

A whim to help, a whim to show concern. In the end, I’m just a convenient opportunity for her to do someone a favor.

She stared at the golden hair strand wrapped around her fingertip, her eyes filled with a complicated expression.

*****

Amidst the chaos, Li Wancheng stood alone in the center of the traffic. Through the haze, she suddenly saw a truck bearing down on her from the side. Her mind went blank for a moment, followed by the screech of brakes and screams from the crowd.

The massive impact struck her head-on, and for a moment, the world spun wildly. Then came the pain—agonizing, tearing pain that seemed to rip through her entire body. Darkness encroached at the edges of her vision. She tried to lift her head, but she couldn’t move a muscle. When she opened her mouth, no words came out, only a mouthful of crimson.

“Move! Move! Call 120!” The distant clamor of the crowd mixed with the shrill wail of sirens. Li Wancheng moved her hand, her fingers touching something warm. Her vision blurred as blood flowed over her eyes.

Am I… dying?

Consciousness faded, the sounds around her growing faint until they vanished entirely.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a boundless expanse of pale light, its edges lost in the distance. Before her stood a blue-hued projection. Though blurred, she could still discern the refined features of a young man.

Li Wancheng’s mind was still half-asleep as she squinted at the finely featured face before her, mumbling softly, “Have the Heibai Wuchang always been this handsome?”

Before she could ponder it further, the “Heibai Wuchang” suddenly spoke.

“Hello, Host. I am the Healing System, code 007.” The youth’s clear, soft voice carried a faint electronic undertone, betraying its synthetic origin.

“Your vital signs are fading. Complete the binding process and achieve the mission objective to be reborn.”

After these few words, the system fell silent. For a moment, the vast space echoed only with the shallow sound of breathing.

The woman, dressed in a flowing white dress, stood against the massive white backdrop, nearly blending into it. She met the system’s gaze calmly before a smile curved her lips. “Rebirth… Is it really that simple?”

In this world, gain always comes with loss. How could something as illogical as rebirth be so effortless?

The system’s digital lips curved into a calculated angle as it continued in a formulaic tone: “To become a Task-taker, previous memories must be erased. Host, do you wish to complete the binding process?”

******

The cicadas’ song outside grew increasingly distinct as Li Wancheng gradually awoke from her dream, remaining sprawled on her stomach, blocking out all the light.

“Little Seven,” she suddenly called out.

Perhaps having grown accustomed to the nickname over time, the system had abandoned its protests. A gentle electronic voice resonated in her mind: “What is it?”

“After I wake up, will the erased memories return?”

The system’s data trembled violently. After a two-second silence, it replied with strict restraint: “Once you complete the required number of healing tasks, the memories will automatically restore.”

In its central memory, the system recalled Li Wancheng, when they first bound, closing her eyes in deep thought for a long moment before opening them and softly saying: “Yes.”

It remembered the sudden desolation in her expression, her pupils reflecting a mix of reluctance and resolve, a complex emotion beyond its comprehension.

After a while, Li Wancheng opened her eyes, letting out a barely perceptible sigh as she glanced at the empty bed before her. “Where’s Wen Yige?”

“She only fell asleep a little while ago when she got a phone call and went out.”

She murmured softly in acknowledgment, then carefully removed the school uniform jacket Wen Yige had draped over her. Draping it over her arm, she walked out with a calm expression.

Due to her mother’s illness, Wen Yige always carried her phone with her to respond promptly to emergencies. Earlier, in the infirmary, her phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. Afraid of waking the sleeping girl, she quietly slipped out to answer the call.

Seeing the name on the old-fashioned phone’s screen, her breath hitched. “Hello, Director Liu…”

The loudspeaker blared with static, each crackle like a sharp hammer pounding on Wen Yige’s heart. 

“Your mother has just come out of the ICU. She says she wants to see you…”

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