I Fall Every Time I Meet an Alpha [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 40

What should I do? Zhong Xiaoxiao thought to herself. What does it have to do with me? I don’t care anyway.

Zhong Xiaoxiao had assumed that as long as she found her phone, she could go back, so she had no lingering attachment to this world. She was merely an observer always had been. Fate had played a cruel joke on her, making her transmigrate into the role of the female lead, occupying the female lead’s body, yet she remained nothing more than a bystander, watching from the sidelines.

Meng Yuqing, Meng Yuzhou they were just like the people she had known in her past life. They intersected at a certain point in life, only to part ways later, each living their own separate lives.

How many of her former classmates could she even remember now? They were all just passing figures.

Zhong Xiaoxiao fell silent, and so did Meng Yuzhou. He knew that, being twins, he and his sister had always been together. And in the end, even university might not be an exception.

Before, Meng Yuzhou hadn’t thought much of it. But now, it felt like a curse. Meng Yuqing was like a curse, clinging to him, bringing him misfortune and unbearable pain.

Meng Yuzhou heard the wail in his heart, there was a hole there now. The wind rushed in, chilling him to the bone.

The car came to a stop.

Zhong Xiaoxiao finally escaped her torment. She turned to Meng Yuzhou and said, “We’re here. Thanks for driving me back.”

As she moved to get out of the car, Meng Yuzhou watched this girl preparing to leave him for the second time, and his heart turned cold.

“Can you wait for me?” Meng Yuzhou suddenly asked.

“Huh?” Zhong Xiaoxiao was confused. “Wait for what?”

“Wait for me,” Meng Yuzhou said, his eyes weary yet carrying a trace of stubbornness. “Wait for me to sort out my thoughts.”

“Oh, well… go ahead and sort them out, then.” Zhong Xiaoxiao was held back by his words, unable to leave the car, though she was inwardly anxious. She couldn’t just storm off when he had been kind enough to drive her home.

“Mm.” Meng Yuzhou saw how readily she agreed but wasn’t sure if she truly understood or if she even cared.

Seeing no trace of sorrow on Zhong Xiaoxiao’s face, he couldn’t help but ask, “Did you… really like me?”

“I did like you.” Zhong Xiaoxiao instinctively echoed his words, only realizing afterward, oh god, what nonsense was she spouting? She didn’t like little brats.

Hearing her response, Meng Yuzhou seemed somewhat satisfied. He exhaled and let her go. “It’s late. You should head back.”

“Okay… goodbye.” With that, Zhong Xiaoxiao got out of the car.

Once outside, she waved at the car as it drove away.

Watching it disappear, Zhong Xiaoxiao sighed in relief and turned toward home.

When she arrived, Zhong Yuanyuan was waiting for her, her expression restrained. “Xiaoxiao, why did you go to Xiaoqing’s house again without saying anything? Have you forgotten what she did to you? Can’t you just… stop associating with her?” Her tone carried a pleading note, as if she wanted to scold but didn’t dare.

Zhong Xiaoxiao had called earlier to say she was at Meng Yuqing’s place, and her mother hadn’t said anything at the time. She had almost forgotten, the original female lead’s mother was against her having any contact with Meng Yuqing.

But she hadn’t gone there to see Meng Yuqing…

Ugh, it was too complicated to explain.

“I know,” Zhong Xiaoxiao could only try to placate her. “I’ll keep my distance from her from now on.”

“Good…” Having said her piece, Zhong Yuanyuan didn’t press further and changed the subject. “Have you eaten?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

A brief silence fell between them. Zhong Xiaoxiao felt awkward, she was practically turning into an awkwardness magnet.

“Mom, I’m a bit tired. I’m going to rest early.”

“Alright, go ahead and rest then.”

Zhong Yuanyuan watched her enter the room and sighed quietly to herself.

Zhong Xiaoxiao returned to her room and collapsed onto the bed, her mind wandering. Where had the original female lead gone? If she went back, would the original female lead return?

Of course, she couldn’t know what would happen after she left, just like how the dead could never know the affairs of the living.

It wasn’t that Zhong Xiaoxiao was particularly attached to this “mom,” but after spending so much time together, even strangers could develop some affection, let alone when she was inhabiting the body of her daughter.

As she lay there lost in thought, Zhong Xiaoxiao suddenly realized, she hadn’t even found her phone yet, and here she was worrying about what would happen after she returned. Wasn’t that a bit ridiculous?

In any case, she should focus on finding the phone first!

The school’s authoritarian policies had finally broken the students’ resistance. The barred windows on the teaching building couldn’t help but remind one of an American TV show: Prison Break.

Gan Qingyun stood on the balcony, gazing out at the world through the iron bars.

The deeper autumn grew, the more desolate the scene below became.

A dull gray sky, yellowing leaves, and a desolate state of mind.

“You look like a melancholy poet,” Du Lingyan appeared beside her, habitually draping an arm over her shoulder. She rested her chin on Gan Qingyun’s shoulder, her body leaning limply against her.

To an outsider, the two might have seemed intimate, but in truth, their hearts were miles apart.

Gan Qingyun was sick of her behavior, tolerating her harassment, her overstepping, her demands for repayment. She thought Du Lingyan was deranged, but it was too late to push her away now.

Once she had used her, she couldn’t shake her off.

She owed her.

And she would just have to keep owing her.

“Look, they’re still living just fine,” Gan Qingyun motioned for her to look downstairs, where Meng Yuqing was pulling Zhong Xiaoxiao aside, saying something. Zhong Xiaoxiao seemed annoyed, but the overall atmosphere was harmonious.

Gan Qingyun hated them with a passion, they were nothing but eyesores to her. She wished every last one of them would just drop dead. Meng Yuqing, Zhong Xiaoxiao, and Du Lingyan.

Du Lingyan was committing crimes for her, yet she felt nothing. Who told her to harbor such improper feelings for me? She deserved to die too. She really should die.

“I’m committing crimes for you, and yet you haven’t given me any reward…” Du Lingyan whispered into her ear, her voice low. “Tonight, come to my place. Just the two of us…”

The implication in her words was unmistakable. “You’ve got to give me some incentive to keep working, don’t you?”

Gan Qingyun suppressed her disgust and replied, “Fine.”

That night.

Gan Qingyun went to Du Lingyan’s home. Du Lingyan seemed to be in high spirits.

One arm wrapped around her waist, the other gripping her chin, Du Lingyan leaned in and bit down on her lips.

At first, Gan Qingyun struggled slightly, but Du Lingyan was relentless in this matter. She held her chin firmly, teeth sinking into her soft lips. This was the person she had longed for, someone she had wanted to touch, to possess. So badly it drove her mad.

Gan Qingyun recoiled inwardly from her touch, yet her body betrayed her, going weak.

Du Lingyan pushed her down onto the large bed and pounced on her like a wild beast.

Gan Qingyun’s mind was a mess, her expression cold.

Her first kiss, she had wanted to give it to someone she loved. But now, it had been stolen by this woman.

Her hatred burned even fiercer.

She hated everyone who had ever hurt her. They would all pay.

Du Lingyan peeled off her clothes, pressing down on her, determined to leave his marks all over her body.

“You are mine.” Du Lingyan caressed her and kissed her lips.

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