Love Rival Turned Lover - Chapter 1

[System: Host, your mission is to travel through various worlds and break up the official CPs by sabotaging the male leads’ routes. You are about to enter your first mission world. Do you have any questions?]

In the unknown expanse, gray-black mist churned violently, flashing now and then with streaks of purple-black lightning. The system’s flat, mechanical voice—low, hoarse, impossible to tell if it belonged to a man or woman—shook the sea of fog beneath Qian Xun’s feet. It roiled so fiercely it felt as if it might swallow her whole at any second.

Qian Xun kept her wide eyes fixed upward, not daring to look down at the fog below. Fear of heights, it seemed, didn’t disappear just because she’d become a disembodied soul.

Hearing the system’s question, Qian Xun shook her head. “No.”

After dying, she had been suddenly bound to this system. She was still shocked, her mind blank—fried, really. She didn’t even have the mental capacity to form a question.

Being alive again was already more than enough.

[Good. Preparing to enter the first mission plane: a youth campus romance world. Please brace yourself. Commencing countdown. Three, two, one.]

[Transfer complete.]

As the words fell, Qian Xun’s figure disappeared from the void.

And at that exact moment, a purple-red bolt of lightning—carrying a force so terrifying it could tear worlds apart—split the void open. The murderous aura it carried nearly caused the system to crash entirely. In the brief clash between the two forces, the gray-black mist scattered and escaped as if fleeing for its life.

“Hmph. A mere scene—daring to lay a finger on her? You’re looking for death.”

A chilling female voice spoke with disdain as the last traces of gray fog retreated. With a single thought, she flooded the entire void with sticky, pitch-black mist.

“Mm.”

Half-conscious, half-asleep, waves of heat rippled up from Qian Xun’s lower abdomen. The searing sensation forced her lips to part, a helpless, breathy sound slipping out.

“So hot.”

Sensing something wrong, she bit hard on her soft lips to stop any more sounds from escaping. Forcing her eyes open, the glare of the overhead fluorescent light stabbed at them, making her shut them again on reflex.

It took several tries before she finally adjusted.

“What’s happening to me?”

Her head was spinning. She tried moving—but her limbs were numb, weak, almost useless. Only her fingertips twitched.

A surge of fear and urgency rose in her chest.

The mission, the mission—she hadn’t forgotten she was supposed to complete a mission. But right now, an ominous feeling crept up her spine. She didn’t know whether this body had been drugged or if it had always been this weak.

Either way, she couldn’t handle this.

Unable to move, unable to contact the system, Qian Xun shut her eyes. Sweat beaded on her delicate nose, her face turning frighteningly pale.

The clock ticked steadily.

Gradually, a warm blush spread across her cheeks. Her youthful, delicate body trembled faintly.

Her lips parted slightly, her lovely face showing a hint of despair. She might not have much life experience, but she’d watched enough melodramatic dramas to know.

This body had been drugged.

And not with just anything.

It was an aphrodisiac—the kind that stirred desire until it became maddening.

Boom.

Realizing this, whatever willpower she had left nearly evaporated. Heat surged through her body, pushing her toward the brink. She wanted to move, to tear at her clothes, to reach for anything cold.

“Mm, ah.”

In a run-down motel room, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen lay spread-eagle on the double bed, dressed in a white dress. Her face was pure, her figure slim and graceful. She lay defenseless, long black hair spilling messily around her, radiating the sweet, fresh temptation of a just-picked green apple.

Ling Qiao’er could even hear the faint gulping behind her.

“Pathetic.”

She cast a cold, disdainful glance at the yellow-haired, green-haired, red-haired punks behind her—trash through and through—then lifted her chin proudly and strode into the room. With a sharp click, she shut the door.

“Boss, this little bitch really didn’t know what was good for her.”

“Shut up!”

The short, rat-faced man with beady eyes snapped at his underling. “Idiot! Do you think she’s someone we can provoke? If the Ling family wants us dead, it’s easier than crushing an ant.”

Realization hit the green-haired thug so hard cold sweat dripped down his spine.

“S–sorry, boss. I—I get it now.”

The sound of the door closing jolted Qian Xun awake. Her heart sank instantly. Fighting to open her eyes, she stared through the haze.

Not a man.

A girl.

A very beautiful girl.

Had she misunderstood?

Blinking rapidly, Qian Xun gathered the last of her strength to plead.

“Help, help me, please.”

This body’s voice was soft, syrupy—like a glutinous rice cake drenched in sugar. It should’ve been heart-melting, yet Ling Qiao’er’s expression only darkened.

Standing by the bed, she looked at Qian Xun with icy contempt.

“So, this fragile act is what made Brother Bingyi lose his mind over you?”