I Was Taken by the Female Lead After Transmigrating into a Book - Chapter 3

Bai Feifei’s mind was a chaotic mess, listening with one ear and letting it go out the other. She mumbled a few “mm-hmms.”

On the other end, a voice exploded, “No way, no way, no way! Didn’t you say you’d only love me, spoil me, and like me in this life? How could you forget me…?”

“That was when you were three and the little chubby kid next door snatched your ice cream. I only said that to comfort you,” Bai Feifei interrupted her, her face blank. “It’s not a holiday. Why are you suddenly calling me so early?”

The original book once described Fu Xiaoxiao.

Fu Xiaoxiao always preferred to chat directly on WeChat for general matters, use messages for less important things, and make voice or video calls for crucial ones. The fact that she had made a rare phone call now made Bai Feifei find it particularly strange.

Fu Xiaoxiao sniffled for a moment.

Then, she suddenly began to sob, wailing at Bai Feifei, “Babe, I can’t go on!”

Bai Feifei said, “…Let’s talk in person.”

She arranged to meet Fu Xiaoxiao at her place in the afternoon, then hung up. She was lucky enough to find some painkillers and anti-inflammatory pills in a drawer that hadn’t expired. She took them according to the instructions and then started to think.

The constant, dense stinging pain in her body finally disappeared as the medicine took effect. Bai Feifei clutched her stomach, which was starting to ache from the pills, and finally remembered something she had deliberately pushed into the deepest parts of her memory.

She had been transmigrated into a book once before. That time, she had a system with her, and the only instruction it gave her was: help Huo Wu. Help her reach the position she was meant to be in.

She had spent twelve years with Huo Wu in the book. When Huo Wu turned sixteen, she left her and left the book… because her mission was complete.

Bai Feifei took a deep breath, realizing she had accidentally fallen asleep just now. She didn’t know if those events were just a dream or if they were truly reality.

Bai Feifei looked at the rain outside, poured herself a glass of water, and went down to the first-floor living room. She slowly sipped the water, thinking about how heavily it was raining.

The door was opened from the outside. Before she saw the person, she heard that distinct, clear voice.

“Babe! Feifei!” Fu Xiaoxiao shouted, her voice echoing. The sound of plastic bags rustled beside her. “Your dear little baby is here!”

Bai Feifei was speechless.

Her thoughts were pulled back to reality. Bai Feifei slowly walked toward the door, still holding her glass. When she saw Fu Xiaoxiao’s disheveled state, she finally stopped and said in surprise, “Did you just vacation in Syria?!”

Fu Xiaoxiao closed the door. When she saw Bai Feifei, her eyes lit up. She spread her arms and let out a little cry, ready to pounce on Bai Feifei.

Bai Feifei immediately stuck out her leg to block her. But just as she lifted her leg, her face instantly changed. She frowned and leaned on the nearby sofa.

Fu Xiaoxiao took two steps back and asked carefully, “Are your kidneys weak?”

Bai Feifei looked up. The gentle reunion atmosphere was shattered by Fu Xiaoxiao’s thoughtless nature. She said mercilessly, “Get lost.”

Bai Feifei moved to the sofa and sat down, hugging a throw pillow. Her mind was once again filled with Huo Wu.

Thinking of the strangely unsolvable situation between her and Huo Wu, she felt a little dejected. They used to have the closest and most intimate relationship.

Fu Xiaoxiao, knowing she was in the wrong, sat like a little wife in the corner of the sofa, her butt on the edge. She said shyly, “Can I keep talking now?”

Bai Feifei gave her a look that said, “Spit it out.”

Given the permission, Fu Xiaoxiao’s expression changed as if she were in a play. She threw herself back onto the sofa and cried out, “I can’t go on!”

She had said this on the phone.

Bai Feifei cleaned out her ears, waiting for Fu Xiaoxiao to finish her act.

After shouting the first line like she was a wronged party, Fu Xiaoxiao seemed to have run out of material and her voice returned to normal.

“My mom kicked me out of the house!” Fu Xiaoxiao wailed. “She didn’t even give me a suitcase. She threw my clothes, makeup, and bags into a garbage bag and kicked me out!”

Bai Feifei glanced at the pile of garbage bags and gave a very fair assessment: “The bags are good quality.”

“Of course they are! They’re airline-grade garbage bags. You can’t even cut them with a knife,” Fu Xiaoxiao said smugly.

She paused for a moment, realizing something was wrong. “Don’t change the subject! How am I going to live now?”

This really… stumped Bai Feifei.

Fu Xiaoxiao was a typical flower vase—she had a beautiful face but couldn’t do anything.

Her only advantage was that she was naturally optimistic and had a thick skin—this was a compliment. She didn’t take anything to heart and could forget the biggest problems by the next day.

Even though she was a high-achieving student from a top university, she was useless at work and was extremely spoiled. Bai Feifei wasn’t surprised at all that her lawyer mother had kicked her out.

She then thought about it and said, “Sell your body.”

Fu Xiaoxiao cried even harder. “I’m a conservative! I strictly follow the rule of no sex before marriage!”

Bai Feifei shrugged. “Well, what do you want me to do? Cry with you? I didn’t even cry the day my dad went bankrupt and took me to jump into a river.”

Fu Xiaoxiao was stunned. She moved forward with a pained expression, hugging Bai Feifei’s head and pressing it against her chest. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry—” Her tone suddenly shifted as she remembered something. “Wait a minute, didn’t Uncle commit suicide by jumping off a building? When did he take you to jump in a river? Weren’t you traveling at the time?”

Bai Feifei was also stunned for a moment. Then she smiled casually and said offhandedly, “Oh, I was just making it up.”

But Fu Xiaoxiao couldn’t bring herself to be angry.

They looked at each other, both feeling a little sad, and turned away.

The room was silent for a while. After a moment, Fu Xiaoxiao straightened her chest and said, “To be honest, you’re the one who’s really miserable.”

Bai Feifei responded casually, “Yeah, I guess so.”

She was still fiddling with her phone, needing to download all the apps she used regularly. She had to rely on those apps to get all the information from the outside world.

She had left six years ago at the age of sixteen and had been separated from Huo Wu for six years. Her understanding of this world was completely out of date.

Fu Xiaoxiao’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked out the window, choking up. “This rain is heavier than the day my mom used a fire poker to beat me.”

“You bet. It’s also heavier than the day my dad drove a car with me in it to jump into a river.”

Fu Xiaoxiao turned her head. “If you lie to me again, I’m really going to get mad.”

Bai Feifei just smiled at her and didn’t say anything.

Fu Xiaoxiao wiped away non-existent tears from her eyes, leaned closer, and asked, “You’ve been messing with your phone ever since I got here. What are you doing? When did you get a new one?”

“I lost my phone last night,” Bai Feifei said, glancing at her.

She had finally finished setting up all the essential apps. The rest of the visual data, including videos and texts, was stored in the cloud. If needed, Bai Feifei could download it to see what the original owner had been doing all these years.

Just thinking about the few lines describing the original owner made her head throb.

She speculated that after she left, the system must have taken over her body again—after all, she was just a minor character who could retire once her task was done.

Fu Xiaoxiao said, “Oh,” and saw the screen. She asked curiously, “Who are you adding on WeChat? Why is there no name? What’s the profile picture? Just a white square?”

Bai Feifei stared at the empty nickname field for a moment, then clicked on the profile picture that was just a white square.

The picture was automatically magnified. At the very bottom, a small, almost imperceptible dot appeared.

The dot had no discernible color or shape and turned into a bunch of pixels when enlarged.

“Huh, how artsy,” Fu Xiaoxiao said to herself, not minding the silence. “What does that mean? Are you going to be an artist? Not chasing your acting dreams anymore? Take me with you, take me with you! My mom only left me 200 yuan, I’m going to starve!”

Bai Feifei gave her an elbow, telling her to let go, and glared at her. “Stop it. This is Ah Wu’s WeChat.”

She clicked on the line that said ‘Add to Contacts,’ and a notification popped up saying the request had been sent.

Bai Feifei’s heart suddenly began to pound fiercely, as if it was about to leap out of her chest after running a ten-kilometer race. It felt like she was waiting for some final judgment, and all she could feel was tension.

A moment later, her request was rejected.

Bai Feifei’s heart stopped beating for a second.

She swiped down, her face blank, and let out a sob identical to Fu Xiaoxiao’s. “My heart hurts.”

Fu Xiaoxiao sniffled, lying down with her. “Baby, you’re the one who’s really miserable.”

Bai Feifei felt a little dejected, but she bit her lip, reopened her phone, and sent another friend request.

It must have been because she didn’t include a note just now.

Second time: “It’s Bai Feifei.”

Beside her, a sigh of regret could be heard. “If she doesn’t accept you, let’s find someone else, okay?”

Bai Feifei ignored her and sent the request.

A moment later, her phone conveniently chimed with a notification.

This time, her friend request was accepted.