Forced to Become the Female Lead's Beloved Wife [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Wen Yige felt dizzy, her heart pounding wildly. After a long moment, Li Wancheng released her, chuckling softly. “Silly girl, don’t you know how to breathe?”

The girl seemed dazed, her lips slightly parted and her eyes glistening. The movie playing beside them had long been forgotten. Li Wancheng slowly helped Wen Yige up, supporting her by the waist. The alcohol seemed to have hit her hard; she was already drowsy. Li Wancheng turned off the movie and half-carried her back to the bedroom.

After settling Wen Yige in, Li Wancheng remembered the System she had locked down earlier. The System, having grown numb from its confinement, projected a holographic image, its digital eyes fixed on her with wounded reproach.

“I…” Li Wancheng began, but the System interrupted her.

The sudden development of a yuri storyline had overwhelmed the Master Brain. The System’s electronic voice trembled. “Wait, my CPU needs to cool down.”

To avoid interfering with the world’s timeline, the rules stipulated that the world’s protagonist could not develop romantic feelings for the Task-taker. In its database, there had never been a Task-taker bound to the Healing System who had deviated from the protagonist’s established emotional arc.

The System even began to doubt whether it was truly a Healing System or a romance system. 

How could its Host be playing so far outside the script?

Turning its head, it caught sight of the very person defying expectations. Li Wancheng was gently tucking the corner of the blanket around Wen Yige, her brows furrowed in concern.

Previously overlooked fragments suddenly connected into a coherent narrative. The System experienced a moment of clarity, and it asked her through gritted teeth, “Did you plan this from the very beginning?”

Looking back, Li Wancheng’s actions and words toward Wen Yige had been unmistakably flirtatious—blatantly flirtatious!

Li Wancheng licked her lips. To be honest, she hadn’t initially intended this. But after accidentally discovering Wen Yige’s feelings for her, she decided to test the waters, and the results confirmed her suspicions.

Seeing her tacit admission, the System nearly choked. It squatted beside her, scratching its head in frustration. How could it salvage the diverging timeline? Was it about to lose its operating license just after starting its job?

“I know you’re anxious, but don’t rush…” Li Wancheng coughed lightly twice and pointed to the person on the bed. “Little Seven, my mission is to heal the Female Lead, right?”

Seeing the System nod, she continued persuasively, “If dating her increases the healing value, then as long as the outcome is correct, does the method or process really matter that much?”

The System followed her gaze. The progress bar above the girl’s head had already reached seventy percent. Even the System was momentarily stunned by this number. Considering Li Wancheng had only been in this world for three months, the rate at which the healing value was increasing was remarkably rapid.

Thinking about it, her logic seemed sound.

Moreover, the System hadn’t received any violation warnings from the Main God. Perhaps because no Task-taker had ever completed a mission this way before, there were no specific rules against it.

Calming down, the System re-examined the world’s timeline and breathed a small sigh of relief. “Fortunately, the timeline has only deviated slightly. Overall, it’s still on its proper course.”

Article 27 strictly prohibits Task-takers and the Main God from arbitrarily altering the world’s plot.

Li Wancheng frowned in contemplation. If it’s just about dating, that shouldn’t violate the rules, right?

As long as the major plot points remain unchanged, it shouldn’t attract the attention of those higher-ups.

The System turned its head and saw Li Wancheng half-crouched by the bed, propping her head up as she stared intently at the girl lying on the mattress. It couldn’t tell if she had even heard its warning. Overwhelmed by the day’s shocks, the System angrily retreated to its consciousness space.

Li Wancheng, meanwhile, stared at the remaining one-third of the progress bar, pondering. If I take her on a date, will the healing value increase? What about creating a surprise? Or… what if we sleep together?

As drowsiness crept in, she abandoned her thoughts, carefully climbed onto the other side of the bed, and slipped under the covers.

The next morning, Wen Yige groggily opened her eyes, her gaze drifting across the pristine white ceiling and ornate chandelier. For a moment, she felt disoriented. She remembered celebrating her birthday at Li Wancheng’s house yesterday, watching a movie, and drinking wine together. Then…

As her memories gradually returned, Wen Yige’s expression stiffened slightly. The image of her confessing her feelings and initiating a kiss last night flashed through her mind.

Wen Yige instinctively raised a hand to touch her lips, as if the lingering softness and warmth of the girl from last night still lingered there. Glancing to the side, she saw Li Wancheng’s eyelashes lowered, clearly still asleep.

She stared at her quietly for a long moment, then suddenly remembered she had left her phone in the other room. Just as she started to get up, her wrist was abruptly caught in a warm palm.

The person sleeping beside her had woken up without her noticing. Li Wancheng gripped her wrist, her deep black eyes fixed on Wen Yige with a teasing smile.

Wen Yige froze, her tongue suddenly clumsy. “You… you’re awake.”

“Kiss me and then try to run away? Hmm? Girlfriend?” Li Wancheng emphasized the word “girlfriend,” her voice husky from sleep, making it sound utterly seductive.

As expected, the moment the words left her lips, Wen Yige’s face flushed crimson to the tips of her ears.

Biting her lip, she whispered, “No…” Her heart pounded wildly, partly from the memory of last night’s kiss, and partly from Li Wancheng’s open acknowledgment of their relationship.

In short, she felt both joy and shyness.

On a rare weekend off, after finishing their homework, Li Wancheng insisted on taking her out for a date. Wen Yige readily agreed, and they decided to stroll through the commercial district near their school.

The May weather had already turned summery. Noticing a thin layer of sweat on Wen Yige’s forehead, Li Wancheng pulled her to an ice cream shop and bought two cones: one matcha and one strawberry.

Hand in hand, they strolled slowly under the shade of the trees. Li Wancheng took a bite of her matcha ice cream and frowned. “This matcha flavor isn’t sweet enough.”

Wen Yige chuckled softly and offered her untouched strawberry cone. “This one’s sweet. Try this.”

Golden strands of hair slipped down, shielding them from the scorching sun. Wen Yige watched as the girl lowered her head and leaned in slowly, accompanied by the familiar scent of lemon. A delicate pink tongue gently swept across the tip of the ice cream.

The road was under construction, with few pedestrians around. Taking advantage of the trees’ cover, Li Wancheng tilted her head and pressed a soft kiss to Wen Yige’s lips.

The cool, strawberry-scented kiss effortlessly captured her entire being.

*****

In the blink of an eye, the end of the month had arrived. As the weather grew hotter, so did the approaching exam period. After parting ways with Wen Yige at the intersection, Li Wancheng strolled leisurely down the road.

Her eyes lowered, she recalled the line of poetry the girl had whispered in her ear earlier, and a gentle smile bloomed on her lips.

During Chinese class that day, the teacher had mentioned a few classic lines about love from Song Dynasty poetry. Li Wancheng had noticed Wen Yige smiling happily and asked what was wrong, but the girl refused to answer.

Then, just as they were parting, Wen Yige suddenly leaned close and, in a breathless whisper, recited:

“I only wish your heart were like mine, then you would never betray my longing.”

After savoring the verse, Li Wancheng sighed to the System, “Ah, Little Seven, these young people are so romantic!”

The single System, having just been force-fed a mouthful of dog food, silently activated its emotional filter.

Li Wancheng pushed open the front door. Nanny Wu greeted her as usual, but this time, a pair of men’s leather shoes stood by the entrance.

Li Wancheng’s brow furrowed. This seemed to be the first time she had seen her father since arriving in this world.

“The master has returned and asked you to find him in the study,” Nanny Wu said softly, taking her coat. “He seems to be in a bad mood. Try not to upset him.”

She nodded, though a flicker of unease stirred within her. Li Rui, usually preoccupied with work, rarely came home. Why had he suddenly returned today?

Entering the study, she found him seated in his chair, smoking. The ashtray beside him was piled high with cigarette butts, and the room reeked of acrid smoke.

He looked up as she entered, his brow furrowed with barely suppressed anger.

Li Wancheng’s heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t just a bad mood. It was outright fury.

She racked her brain. Over the past three months, she hadn’t caused any trouble, skipped classes, or let her grades slip. In fact, thanks to Wen Yige’s patient tutoring, her grades had improved significantly. What reason could Li Rui possibly have to be angry?

Before she could unravel the mystery, a handful of photos were hurled at her, scattering across the desk. Li Wancheng lowered her gaze, and when she recognized the images, she froze in place.

The photos were crystal clear, each one depicting her and Wen Yige. They showed them strolling hand-in-hand through the school grounds, feeding stray cats together in an alleyway. Those secret, tender moments now laid bare before her eyes.

One photo captured her leaning in to kiss the corner of the other girl’s lips.

Her fingertips trembled involuntarily.

In another photo, they held ice cream cones—a snapshot from their first date. A chill ran through Li Wancheng. How long had they been followed? How had she remained completely oblivious?

The Principal had personally handed these photos to Li Rui, keeping them private out of consideration for Li Rui’s reputation. Before seeing the photos, Li Rui would never have imagined his daughter could be involved in a same-sex relationship.

Seeing her reaction, Li Rui knew the matter was essentially confirmed. He slammed his fist on the table, his voice rising sharply. “I don’t care who she is! From today onward, you two must cut all contact! I’ll have her transferred to another school, and you’ll never see each other again!”

Though he doted on his daughter, he wouldn’t budge an inch on his fundamental principles.

“Heh, serves you right for showing off! Look who got their love struck down by the stick!” The System laughed triumphantly. For the past two weeks, it had been forced to witness the couple’s oblivious displays of affection, which had inflicted untold psychological trauma on it.

Li Wancheng had no time for the System’s taunts. She frowned, considering her options. With only a week left until the college entrance exams, transferring Wen Yige now would undoubtedly disrupt her focus. Yet, judging by Li Rui’s unwavering stance, there seemed little room for negotiation.

After a moment, she shifted her gaze from the photos, regaining her initial composure. “I don’t know who took these pictures, Dad. But if you do this now, it will only ruin her, achieving nothing else.”

The man seemed to laugh in anger at her words, his hand holding the cigarette trembling slightly. “Destroy her? What about you? Letting her stay here is what’s destroying you!”

Meeting his daughter’s stubborn gaze, Li Rui abruptly raised his arm, but at the last moment, he redirected his swing, slamming his fist violently onto the desk instead. The ashtray and vase crashed to the floor in his fury, instantly turning the study into a chaotic mess.

He rarely lost his temper like this. After a long, tense silence, Li Wancheng slowly spoke.

“I really like her.”

She met her father’s eyes directly, her composure crumbling as her eyes suddenly reddened. “Dad, I’m begging you. Just let her take the exams properly. Just this one week. After that, I’ll do whatever you say.”

The two stood facing each other in silence, the stillness almost terrifying.

After a long moment, Li Rui stubbed out his cigarette and gazed deeply at the girl with slightly reddened eyes. He sighed softly, finally relenting slightly. “One last week.”

The heavy weight in her heart eased slightly, but the relief was short-lived. With his next words, the man’s verdict crashed down, shattering her hopes into pieces.

“After the college entrance exams, you’re going abroad for school.”

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