Male Lead, Let Go of That Heroine—Let Me! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“What was going on with Yan Hui just now?” Only after returning to the company did Song Lan dare to ask. “Why did she suddenly start hitting someone?”

Xiao Su glanced at Zong Yue and said weakly, “I guess it’s because Yan Hui saw President Li hit the Captain, so she laid hands on Li Hou?”

Song Lan looked at Zong Yue, curious. “Since when did you and Yan Hui get so close? Close enough for Yan Hui to hit someone for you?”

Zong Yue’s mind was a mess right now. Thinking back to Yan Hui’s final look—filled with complaint and grievance—she felt that perhaps she shouldn’t have been so harsh with her. She had clearly beaten Li Hou for her sake.

“I… I don’t know.”

Fang Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief. “It scared me just now. That President Li’s head was bleeding from Yan Hui’s beating, and then she kicked him several more times. If Zong Yue hadn’t stopped her, President Li would probably have been beaten to death by Yan Hui.”

Song Lan knew about Yan Hui’s background, but she truly hadn’t expected Yan Hui to have a connection with the Century Hotel. Feeling exhausted, she said, “Fine, let’s just act as if we don’t know anything about this. Fortunately, the confidentiality of that banquet is very strong. As long as the people inside don’t talk nonsense, it’ll be fine. Everyone is tired today, get some rest. Dismissed.”

“Sister Song Lan,” Zong Yue called out to her, “Is Yan Hui not back yet?”

Song Lan: “No, she said she’d be back later, that she had things to handle. Why?”

Zong Yue shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Watching Zong Yue’s retreating figure, Song Lan detected a hint of disappointment. She wondered, “What’s wrong with Zong Yue? Her mood isn’t quite right. Has anything happened between the four of you lately?”

Fang Xiaoxiao shook her head. “Nothing major. At most, Yan Hui asked the Captain to accompany her for dance practice.”

Song Lan was surprised. “Yan Hui practiced dancing? What’s the story?”

Xiao Su explained, “A few days ago, Yan Hui wanted to practice dancing and asked the Captain to teach her. They practiced for a long time. The next day, the Captain seemed too tired and rested in the dorm, and nothing has happened since then.”

Song Lan pondered for a long time but couldn’t make sense of it. “Fine, whatever. Let it be. I’m tired too, let’s get some rest.”

It wasn’t until midnight that Yan Hui returned to the dormitory. Upon reaching the fourth floor, she found someone standing at her door: it was Zong Yue.

Hearing footsteps, Zong Yue turned and looked at Yan Hui. “You’re back?”

Yan Hui raised an eyebrow. “Is something up?”

“No… nothing much.” Zong Yue had originally wanted to have a good talk with Yan Hui and thank her, but the moment she saw her, she found herself unable to say anything.

Yan Hui opened the dormitory door and walked in. Seeing Zong Yue still standing at the doorway, she asked, “Coming in?”

Zong Yue looked at Yan Hui and frowned. “Have you been drinking?”

After hitting the male lead, Yan Hui had been in a good mood and went to a nearby bar for a few drinks, even flirting with a few cute girls, staying out until nearly dawn.

“What?” Yan Hui propped herself on the bed and smiled ambiguously. “Afraid I’ll lose control under the influence?”

Zong Yue walked in and closed the door. “You went drinking?”

“I’m not allowed?”

“It’s so late. It’s not safe for a girl to drink alone.”

“What right do you have to manage me?” Yan Hui raised an eyebrow. “Who are you to me?”

Zong Yue looked up. “I am your captain. I should be responsible for you.”

Lying on the bed, Yan Hui burst out laughing. “Captain? Don’t you think saying that is very amusing?”

Seeing Yan Hui’s lazy, indifferent attitude, Zong Yue felt a stifling anger rise to her head. “Yan Hui, I am talking to you very seriously.”

Yan Hui propped up her head and curled her lips. “Do I look like I’m not being serious?”

The two fell into a period of silence. Yan Hui looked at Zong Yue and sighed. “If you have nothing else to say, take care on your way out.”

Zong Yue didn’t move; she just stared at Yan Hui. Yan Hui didn’t look away either; the two stared at each other in silence.

Zong Yue spoke first. “About today… thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Why did you…” Zong Yue wanted to ask why Yan Hui had stood up for her.

Yan Hui smiled. “What do you think?”

Zong Yue felt she knew why Yan Hui did it, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. “I… I don’t know.”

Yan Hui gave a half-smile. “Zong Yue, I’ve found that you really say the opposite of what you mean, don’t you?”

Having her thoughts exposed, Zong Yue stubbornly replied, “I don’t.”

“Whatever you say. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to sleep.”

Seeing Yan Hui close her eyes in a gesture of dismissal, Zong Yue got up and left.

As Zong Yue closed the door, Yan Hui opened her eyes and smiled.

Having offended Yan Hui, Li Hou was directly blacklisted.

With half a month left until Q&K’s concert, Zong Yue, Xiao Su, and Fang Xiaoxiao continued to rehearse, while Yan Hui went to record the second episode of the variety show Simulated Life.

The theme of the second episode was “Flower Marriage,” a horror theme centered around a ghost wedding.

This episode took two full days to film. Everyone wore ancient costumes and hairstyles, allowing them to immerse themselves in the game.

Yan Hui looked at her blood-red bridal gown. She was currently in a wedding chamber, the room filled with red silk, the bed covered in longans and peanuts. Yan Hui looked at the lock on the door, remained silent for a while, and then started eating the peanuts and longans from the bed.

The production team watched for a full hour as Yan Hui silently ate. She finished all the fruit and nuts in the wedding chamber. Everyone else’s story progress was halfway through, while Yan Hui was still just eating.

The director took a deep breath. “Trigger the special effects. Scare her out of there.”

Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered out. A wailing sound slowly began to rise. Yan Hui clapped her hands, showing no scream or fear. A ghostly wind ruffled her hair. Yan Hui walked to the door, looked at the combination lock, and entered “0715.” The lock opened. Yan Hui stepped out of the room, turned back toward the camera, and gave a slight smile.

Looking at the atmosphere they had created, combined with Yan Hui’s slightly eerie “glance back and smile,” the director’s crew felt an involuntary chill.

It was pitch black outside the room. Night had fallen. Red lanterns hung along the corridors. No one was around; it was silent. In the center of the courtyard, a willow tree was draped in red and white silk ribbons. Beneath the willow tree was a dry well. Yan Hui peered down; there were only a few puddles at the bottom.

Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out. Yan Hui turned to see someone in white running toward her. From a distance, they looked like a ghost, but Yan Hui immediately recognized it was Tan Yingying.

Tan Yingying was screaming as she ran, as if someone were chasing her. Yan Hui looked past her; there was no one there.

Running into the courtyard, Tan Yingying saw a figure in red under the willow tree. Her eyes widened, and she screamed, “A ghost! Ahhh!…”

Yan Hui, her head throbbing from the screaming, said helplessly, “Is there a ghost as good-looking as me?”

Hearing the person speak, Tan Yingying found the voice familiar. She looked over through her tears and realized it was Yan Hui. She immediately lunged forward, hugging her and sobbing, “Yan Hui, Yan Hui, you scared me to death, you scared me to death, ugh…”

Yan Hui patted her back, comforting her. “Don’t be afraid. There are no ghosts. It’s just the production team playing tricks. Don’t be afraid.”

Tan Yingying clutched Yan Hui’s waist tightly, her tears rubbing all over Yan Hui’s clothes. Yan Hui always had patience for pretty and cute girls. After thirty minutes of careful comforting, Tan Yingying finally regained her composure.

The five of them had been placed in different locations. As soon as Tan Yingying opened her eyes, she found herself in a mourning hall, dressed in funeral garb. When the room went dark, the ancestral tablets glowed green, accompanied by mournful weeping and cold gusts of wind from nowhere. Terrified, Tan Yingying bolted out, which led her to Yan Hui.

“Have you seen the others, Yan Hui?” Tan Yingying asked.

Yan Hui shook her head. “Haven’t seen them.”

“Then… should we go find them?”

“What else?” Yan Hui looked around. “Stay here and play with ghosts?”

“Ahhh…” Tan Yingying hugged Yan Hui again, shouting in fear, “Don’t scare me!”

Yan Hui gave a faint smile. “Let’s go. We’ll find them and regroup first.”

“Mm-hmm.” Tan Yingying gripped Yan Hui’s hand tightly and, with tears still in her eyes, followed Yan Hui out.

The filming location was an ancient mansion. Yan Hui estimated its size; it was roughly a five-courtyard mansion with a backyard and a two-story attic. The decorations were old-fashioned, adding a layer of eeriness under the dark night.

The two walked into the main hall. Red silk hung everywhere, and there were two prayer mats on the floor. It looked like a place where a wedding ceremony—the bowing to Heaven and Earth—would take place.

“Is… is this for a wedding!?” Tan Yingying asked curiously.

Yan Hui thought for a moment. “Where did you say you just came from?”

At the thought of that place, Tan Yingying’s face went pale. “I… I came from a place with a coffin. It… it scared me so much.”

Coffins, weddings, bowing to Heaven and Earth.

Yan Hui looked at Tan Yingying’s clothes—a green gauze pleated skirt. She looked down at her own clothes—an outfit resembling a red bridal gown.

Oh, she understood now!

This episode featured her getting married. No, she likely wasn’t marrying a human.

On the high table sat a contract. The paper read: Two families join in marriage, a pact made in one hall, a good destiny forever bound, matched as equals. Seeing the peach blossoms bright today, suitable for the chamber and home; predicting the harvest of descendants in years to come, may you flourish and prosper. With a vow of white-haired age, written on the grand paper; a covenant of red leaves, recorded in the mandarin duck register. Witnessed.

Tan Yingying understood. “These are marriage vows. It looks like someone just got married here.”

Yan Hui looked at Tan Yingying and sighed helplessly.

Hearing Yan Hui sigh, Tan Yingying asked in confusion, “What’s wrong? Is there a problem with the vows?”

“No,” Yan Hui patted her head. “You’re just very innocent.”

Tan Yingying thought Yan Hui was praising her and happily accepted it.

“Hey, found you guys.” Ou Jie was also in ancient costume, walking in with Lu Sheng and Li Weige.

Seeing everyone gathered, Tan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally, everyone is together. How did you find this place? Were you always together?”

Ou Jie shook his head. “No, the three of us met over by the main gate.”

“You went to the main gate?” Yan Hui looked at Lu Sheng. “The gate should be locked, right?”

Lu Sheng looked at Yan Hui’s clothes and nodded. “Yeah, it’s locked with a four-letter code lock.”

Yan Hui: “Did you try smashing it open?”

Lu Sheng: “…I’ll try that next time.”

Production Team: “……”

You guys are too much!

From those few sentences, Yan Hui had already confirmed that Lu Sheng was the “groom.”

So now there were two camps: Groom and Bride vs. Three Normal People.

The five of them split up to find clues in the mansion. Yan Hui and Lu Sheng conspired, operating in the shadows to eliminate Ou Jie and Li Weige. Meanwhile, Tan Yingying still believed Yan Hui was “good” and even tried to pull Yan Hui along to “kill” Lu Sheng.

Tan Yingying’s filter for Yan Hui was at least as high as the Himalayas. Lu Sheng watched with a mix of amusement and frustration as Tan Yingying stood protectively in front of Yan Hui.

“Aren’t you going to make a move yet?” Lu Sheng looked at Yan Hui and spread his hands. “I’m a gentleman; you handle the girl.”

Yan Hui said with distress, “What should I do? I’m also someone who cherishes beauty, and Yingying trusts me so much, I can’t bring myself to do it.”

Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow. “Then what? Let her win? The two of us surrender?”

“Sure,” Yan Hui agreed.

Tan Yingying watched in stunned silence as these two discussed how to “kill her” and then how to “let her win”!

Yan Hui and Lu Sheng escorted the dazed Tan Yingying to the door. The letter code was the initials of Lu Sheng and Yan Hui’s names.

In a daze, Tan Yingying unlocked the door and opened it. She looked at Lu Sheng and Yan Hui. “You… aren’t you coming out with me?”

Lu Sheng shook his head, looked at Yan Hui, and smiled. “I’m going to find peace in the earth with my bride, right, my lady?”

“Yes, husband.” Their fingers intertwined. Yan Hui waved at Tan Yingying. “Go on. Don’t look back. Just treat it like a dream and forget it.”

Looking at the two of them in their wedding clothes, fingers locked, Tan Yingying suddenly felt tears welling in her eyes.

They had found many documents in the mansion. Originally, everyone thought it was a forced marriage—the eldest son of the mansion had died young, and to prevent him from being lonely, the owner found a girl to hold a ghost wedding. It was supposed to be a tragic tale of injustice.

But—

To find clues, Tan Yingying had returned once more to the room with the coffin. After lying inside, she discovered the coffin was very large, enough to hold two people. Furthermore, she found a row of carved characters on the inner wall. Although she couldn’t see them clearly, she felt them out with her fingers.

It was a single sentence.

So, this episode wasn’t about a “Ghost Wedding,” but a love that crossed life and death.

As Tan Yingying walked out of the mansion and looked back, she saw Yan Hui and Lu Sheng embracing tightly. The words carved on the coffin echoed in her ears:

— I have come to find you, my Lu.

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