Forced to Become the Female Lead's Beloved Wife [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Time slipped by unnoticed, bringing Wen Yige’s birthday ever closer. The girls had secretly asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner, likely out of concern for her feelings. Li Wancheng simply smiled and shook her head, saying, “The food outside probably isn’t as good as what you make.”

Turning her head, Li Wancheng caught the faint smile in Wen Yige’s eyes.

In the end, they decided to celebrate Wen Yige’s birthday at Li Wancheng’s house. On the special day, Wen Yige carefully changed into a dress she had kept hidden deep in her closet—a gift from her mother the previous year that she had been too afraid to wear for fear of getting it dirty.

Before leaving, she meticulously adjusted her appearance in the mirror. Noticing the faint shadows under her eyes, she turned to the vanity and lightly concealed them with her mother’s foundation.

When Li Wancheng opened the door, this was the sight that greeted her: Wen Yige stood there in a long white dress, its fitted waist accentuating her slender figure. The hem fell just below her knees, revealing a glimpse of her delicate, fair calves. A thin layer of gauze draped over her shoulders and collarbones, creating an alluring, veiled beauty, like a pipa player half-hidden behind her instrument.

The moment their eyes met, Wen Yige lowered her head and gently pursed her lips. Her heart skipped a beat as Xu Zhimo’s line flashed through her mind: “The tenderness of that lowered gaze, like a water lily blushing in the cool breeze.”

A beauty that had once existed only in her imagination now had a tangible form.

“Is it strange?” Wen Yige asked, noticing Li Wancheng staring at her without speaking for a long moment. She wondered if her outfit wasn’t to her liking.

Li Wancheng blinked, then her eyes curved into a soft smile. “No, it’s beautiful.” She was simply surprised to see Wen Yige dressed up, having grown accustomed to her usual bare-faced look.

The girl wore an apron, her smooth golden hair pulled back into a bun. Wen Yige noticed a small patch of white on her cheek, likely flour. She raised her hand to wipe it away.

Just then, Nanny Wu emerged, her eyes crinkling with a smile as she greeted them. “The birthday girl is here! Come in, come in.”

Li Wancheng stepped back to make way for Wen Yige. Nanny Wu, noticing Wen Yige’s lingering gaze on the girl, her wrinkles deepening with amusement, teased, “She insisted I teach her how to bake a cake; said she wanted to make one for you herself.”

Before Li Wancheng could stop her, Nanny Wu had spilled the beans. Li Wancheng turned her head away, slightly embarrassed. Wen Yige shifted her gaze to look at her, catching sight of her faintly pink earlobes. Her heart felt as if it were wrapped in honey, and she chuckled softly.

Nanny Wu, feeling awkward around the two young women, excused herself soon after Wen Yige arrived, saying she needed to visit her grandson at noon.

The vast house was suddenly empty except for the two of them. For some reason, despite their familiarity, facing each other now felt a little awkward.

A few strands of sunlight filtered through the windows, casting dappled shadows and a faint warmth across their bodies.

Li Wancheng spoke first. “I finished the cake. I just hope you like it.”

“I love it,” Wen Yige replied instantly, her voice clear and her eyes sparkling.

A cake she made for me with her own hands? How could I not love it?

Li Wancheng couldn’t help but smile at her earnest expression. She gestured toward the kitchen. “There you go. You said you wanted to cook yourself, and Nanny Wu has already prepared everything.”

Inside the kitchen, two figures stood side by side. Li Wancheng washed vegetables, assisting Wen Yige. She glanced at Wen Yige’s face, now noticeably more refined with light makeup. “Why haven’t I ever seen you wear makeup before?”

In high school, many girls secretly wore makeup, but Wen Yige had never been one of them. Li Wancheng had always assumed she simply wasn’t interested.

“Makeup is such a waste of time,” Wen Yige replied. After a moment, she chuckled softly, as if remembering something. “When my mother wasn’t as ill, she used to wear makeup occasionally. When I was little, I loved to play dress-up and would often beg her to teach me.”

Since it was just the two of them for dinner, Wen Yige prepared a simple meal with small portions, knowing there was a cake waiting for them.

She had just set down the plates and was about to sit when the dining room lights suddenly dimmed. Then she saw Li Wancheng approaching, holding a cake and softly humming “Happy Birthday,” the candlelight casting flickering shadows as she walked.

“Happy birthday, Yige,” Li Wancheng said, her face illuminated by the candlelight, just as radiant as the first time Wen Yige had met her.

Bright and dazzling, her heart fluttered with the same initial excitement.

Surrounded by darkness, Wen Yige found her own tiny reflection in the depths of Li Wancheng’s eyes. She closed her eyes, smiled softly, and made her birthday wish.

After dinner, Li Wancheng suddenly felt like watching a movie and asked Wen Yige if she was interested. Li Rui, her doting father, had set up a projector in a separate room just for her movie nights.

A small projector stood at the back of the room, while a plush beanbag sofa occupied the center, offering ample space.

“Can we have some wine?” Wen Yige tugged at Li Wancheng’s sleeve, asking softly.

Perhaps because she had just turned eighteen, Wen Yige was eager to try things that had previously been considered off-limits. Having gone through that phase herself, Li Wancheng understood perfectly. She handed Wen Yige the remote and stood up. “Sure, you pick the movie. I’ll grab the drinks.”

Mindful that Wen Yige hadn’t drunk alcohol before, Li Wancheng brought only two cans of beer. As she entered the room, she noticed the girl sitting on the sofa, looking slightly nervous. Assuming it was just the normal reaction to trying something new, Li Wancheng didn’t pay much attention. She pressed a can into Wen Yige’s hand with a light laugh. “It’s just beer. It won’t get you drunk.”

After a moment, she added, “Even if it does, don’t worry. I’m here.”

The beer, fresh from the refrigerator, condensed a thin layer of mist as it met the air. The icy can numbed Wen Yige’s palm, momentarily suppressing the heat rising within her.

Wen Yige hummed softly in response, then felt the seat beside her sink slightly as Li Wancheng settled in. Their arms brushed lightly, and even this brief skin contact sent a ripple through her senses, making her feel as if she were already drunk despite not having touched a drop of alcohol.

The movie had already started playing—Titanic. To be honest, Li Wancheng hadn’t expected her to choose this film. She’d assumed girls like them would prefer sappy romance movies.

“Oh, I almost forgot about this,” Li Wancheng chuckled softly, pulling something from her pocket.

In the dim light, Wen Yige could barely make out a small necklace lying in the girl’s palm. It was shaped like a snowflake, glinting faintly as the light flickered across it. She tilted her head and asked, “Is it a snowflake?”

“Mm-hmm,” Li Wancheng nodded, explaining slowly, “Every snowflake in the world is unique. To me, you’re just as unique.”

When she’d been agonizing over what birthday gift to give, she’d stumbled upon this necklace and immediately thought of Wen Yige. Her initial impression of Wen Yige’s pure, pristine aura, and the delicate tenderness she’d gradually discovered through their time together. All of it made her truly one of a kind.

Li Wancheng raised her hand, using the projector’s light to feel for the tiny clasp. Wen Yige lowered her head in cooperation, allowing Li Wancheng to gently lift her hair. The girl’s fingertips brushed past her ear, tracing a path around to the nape of her neck.

Perhaps due to the dimness, Li Wancheng’s movements were particularly slow. The cool silver chain settled against Wen Yige’s skin, a stark contrast to her burning breath. Wen Yige’s fingers clenched the sofa fabric, growing restless under the subtle, rising heat.

She glanced away slightly, noticing their hair intertwined—black strands mingling with golden ones, blurring the line between them.

Deep within her heart, secret desires began to take root and sprout in the increasingly intimate atmosphere.

“Don’t you want to know what I wished for earlier?” Wen Yige suddenly asked, her voice slightly husky, perhaps from the wine, carrying an indescribable undertone.

Warm breath brushed against her neck, tickling her skin. Li Wancheng’s fingers paused, and she chuckled. “Wishes lose their power if you reveal them.”

Wen Yige smiled noncommittally, not pressing further.

Only an inch separated them; a slight lift of an elbow would bring them into contact. After a moment, she set down her empty can and turned her head. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

After leaving the room, Wen Yige didn’t head to the bathroom as she’d said. Instead, she went to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and noticed a few cans of beer still on the side. After a moment’s hesitation, she reached for one.

She drank two cans straight, until her head began to feel fuzzy. Only then did she slowly walk back to the room.

Some things are easier to say when you’re drunk, she thought. If things don’t go as planned, I can always use the alcohol as an excuse and retreat gracefully.

Wen Yige knew she was still conscious, but having drunk so much for the first time, her steps felt unsteady.

The room was already dim, and her tipsiness made it even darker. As she walked across the room, she tripped over something and lost her balance, falling forward.

Li Wancheng instinctively reached out to catch her, but the momentum carried them both to the floor. Fortunately, the carpet cushioned their fall, and the sofa behind them prevented any serious bumps.

The position they landed in was slightly awkward. Wen Yige was sprawled on top of Li Wancheng, her nose hovering just above her chest.

The girl’s breath carried a strong, though not unpleasant, smell of beer. Pinned beneath her, Li Wancheng could barely move. She gently patted Wen Yige’s back. “Did you hit anything?”

The person in her arms didn’t respond. After a long moment, two hands suddenly wrapped around Li Wancheng’s waist. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, the warmth of those palms burned through. Li Wancheng stiffened, then heard Wen Yige’s soft murmur against her.

“Wancheng… I like you.”

As Wen Yige’s lips parted, they brushed lightly against the skin of Li Wancheng’s chest, sending a faint shiver through her.

Is she drunk?

Li Wancheng shifted her slightly numb arm, about to tell Wen Yige to get up, when suddenly a soft warmth pressed against her lips, carrying the faint, wheaty aroma of beer.

A cautious kiss, brief as a touch.

Before Li Wancheng could fully process the kiss, Wen Yige was already staring at her with burning intensity, her voice unwavering as she confessed again, “I’m serious. I like you—not the way friends do. I want to kiss you, I want to be your girlfriend.”

Fueled by alcohol, the fiery passion buried beneath Wen Yige’s icy exterior slowly surfaced. In the dim light, the corners of her eyes seemed tinged with a blush-like red, stirring tenderness in Li Wancheng’s heart.

Alarm bells blared in Li Wancheng’s mind, the cacophony giving her a headache. She forcibly shut down the System and locked it in solitary confinement, finally finding some peace.

Perhaps because she hadn’t responded for too long, the heat in Wen Yige’s eyes gradually dimmed.

I was too impulsive after all, Wen Yige thought, lowering her head, her voice hoarse. “I’m sorry, I…”

Her words were cut short by warm lips pressing against hers. Li Wancheng cupped Wen Yige’s jaw and kissed her gently.

On the screen, Jack and Rose were embracing on the beach, their tender kiss drowned out by the crashing waves. When the tide receded, only a lingering warmth remained.

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