My Sweet Little Flower Turned Out to Be a Sinister Ghost - Chapter 4

“Xiaomi~ Xiaomi~”

After Song Yuehua left the building, she took a taxi back to her apartment. The moment she pushed the door open, she was stunned by the sight before her.

How could it be so messy?

Countless pieces of clothing were scattered across the sofa and carpet. Opened delivery boxes were carelessly tossed on the floor.

Fortunately, “Song Yuehua” didn’t have the habit of eating takeout at home.

“Oh my god…” Song Yuehua held her breath and tiptoed into the room, afraid of stepping on something.

As she turned to close the door, a faint, mosquito-like sound came from behind: “Meow~ Meow~”

Song Yuehua’s heart stirred. Following the sound, she looked down and saw a small tuft of orange fur peeking out from under the sofa. Two round, gleaming eyes shone in the shadows, like two pieces of amber submerged in water.

“Huh? I didn’t expect ‘Song Yuehua’ to have a cat?” She crouched down, her voice unconsciously softening by several degrees. “Kitty~ come out.”

Song Yuehua slowly extended her hand, her fingertips hovering in the air, patiently waiting for the cat to approach.

The little orange cat tilted its head, studying her. Its wet nose twitched as it sniffed the air, and finally, mustering its courage, it hesitantly took two steps forward.

Song Yuehua’s heart melted. She slowly reached out her hand, wanting to stroke the little orange cat’s head.

But the cat “whooshed” back under the sofa, leaving only the tip of its rapidly swishing tail.

“Why did you run away again?” Song Yuehua withdrew her hand in disappointment.

Animals’ instincts are always sharp. Could it have already sensed that she wasn’t its original owner?

Where had the original Song Yuehua gone?

“Never mind, there’s no use thinking about it.” Song Yuehua stood up. “Let’s clean up this mess first.”

She folded the clothes and put the scattered items on the floor into the cabinets.

After tidying up the living room, she carried the neatly folded clothes and pushed open the bedroom door.

Pulling open the wardrobe handle, she discovered a locked box in the bottom compartment.

After hanging up the clothes, Song Yuehua crouched down and shook the box. It felt light, probably containing books or a diary.

She stared at the combination lock for two seconds but ultimately placed it back untouched.

“Who knows, it might be something precious,” she muttered softly, standing up and glancing around the bedroom. It was much tidier than the living room, though the bedsheet was as wrinkled as a pickled vegetable. She quickly stripped off the bedding and tossed it into the washing machine.

With the living room cleared of clutter, it felt much more spacious, and Song Yuehua noticed the cat’s belongings in the corner.

A chipped enamel bowl sat beside a cardboard box filled with litter. Strangely, there was no unpleasant odor at all, and the litter was neatly arranged.

How odd. The items prepared for the cat were pitifully simple, yet the litter box was meticulously maintained. Did she like the cat or not?

Spotting the empty bowl, Song Yuehua suddenly remembered something. She rummaged through the kitchen cabinets and finally found a bag of cat food tucked away in the farthest corner.

The production date was from last month, fortunately, it hadn’t expired.

As soon as Song Yuehua poured the cat food into the bowl, she heard rustling sounds from under the sofa.

Holding her breath, she hid behind the curtains, peering through the gap near the sofa legs.

After a full five minutes, a small tuft of orange fur slowly emerged, followed by a wet nose and round, gleaming eyes.

The kitten cautiously looked left and right, and only after confirming no one was around did it trot over to the bowl on its short legs.

It seems the kitten doesn’t get along well with me.

Song Yuehua thought this to herself.

Ding.

The crisp ringtone sounded particularly jarring in the quiet living room.

“Oh no!” she fumbled to pull out her phone and mute it. When she looked up, she saw the kitten dart back under the sofa in a flash.

“Ah,” Song Yuehua sighed as she retreated from the living room, leaving the space to the kitten.

[Yu Xian: I have something on next month, so my friend will be feeding the cat instead of me.]

[Yu Xian: When are you going to tidy up your things? When I go to feed the cat, I can barely find a place to step.]

An acquaintance?

Song Yuehua held her phone, unsure how to reply.

The next second, Yu Xian withdrew the last message.

[Yu Xian: Could you be a little gentler with Song Xiaomi? She gets stressed every time I go to feed her.]

[Yu Xian: If she weren’t so attached to you and refused to leave, I wouldn’t have let you keep her.]

As soon as Song Yuehua saw these two messages, they were withdrawn again.

[Yu Xian: Song Xiaomi’s appetite has been a bit off lately. Could you pet her more?]

[Yu Xian: She won’t bite you.]

It seemed the situation was more complicated than she had imagined.

Song Yuehua thought for a moment and replied with an “Okay.”

Even though the person on the other end had just sent those messages, they didn’t reply for several minutes after seeing Song Yuehua’s response.

[Yu Xian: Thank you.]

After receiving the message, Song Yuehua felt that the other person probably hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

Seeing that enough time had passed, she gently opened the bedroom door and peeked through the crack into the living room.

The enamel feeding bowl was empty.

Song Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief.

She closed the door, took out her phone from her pocket, and tried to gather more information about “Song Yuehua.”

But there was very little to go on.

Whether it was always like this or not, “Song Yuehua’s” phone had almost no strangers aside from a few essential contacts.

It was as if her existence was merely to advance the protagonist’s emotional arc.

Song Yuehua opened the chat boxes of these few contacts again. Aside from Yu Xian, who had sent a few messages about the ginger cat, the chat history with the others was completely blank.

This was a bit sloppy, wasn’t it? Was she supposed to figure everything out on her own?

Song Yuehua put down her phone and opened a backpack next to the desk, which looked like the one she used for classes.

Finally, there was something important inside.

Her student ID card and some other documents.

After examining everything, Song Yuehua put them away.

Wait, she was still a college student, right? Shouldn’t she be attending classes?

Song Yuehua hurriedly opened her phone again and realized it was currently the National Day holiday, with classes resuming in two days.

…

If she remembered correctly, when she first transmigrated, Bai Qingyu mentioned she was in the Computer Science department, right?

A sense of desolation began to creep over Song Yuehua.

Aside from the name, she had nothing in common with “Song Yuehua.” In her original world, she had studied English for two years and now knew nothing but English.

With trembling hands, Song Yuehua logged into the academic system and saw a class schedule that made her dizzy after just one glance: Single-Variable Calculus, Geometry and Algebra, Discrete Mathematics…

Oh my god, she hadn’t even heard of some of these. Song Yuehua felt her vision darken.

Was this really happening to her?

Staggering, she moved to the desk and opened the textbook for her major.

Great. She didn’t understand a single thing.

Sweat was already beading on Song Yuehua’s forehead.

Was she going to make “Song Yuehua” fail her courses?

Absolutely not!

In her original world, Song Yuehua was a decent student, good enough to save a considerable amount of money through scholarships.

Ever since she chose her academic track in high school and bid farewell to physics, she could no tolerate failing grades.

Song Yuehua glanced at the calendar and calculated: she still had three weeks until midterms. There was time!

She refused to admit defeat!

Clenching her fists, she pulled her laptop closer, opened an online university course, flipped open a textbook, and began her frantic attempt to make up for lost time, like the goddess Nüwa mending the heavens.

Wasn’t it just math?

Ten minutes later…

Zzz…

Thump! Her head hit the desk, jolting her awake.

Her forehead throbbed from the impact. Shaking her heavy head, she muttered, “No, no, I can’t fail!”

Propping her chin on her hand, she forced her eyelids to stay open a crack and continued staring blankly at the sea of symbols.

As night deepened, she rubbed her sore neck and switched on the desk lamp. The warm yellow light illuminated the densely packed calculations on her draft paper.

The room was silent.

Song Yuehua stared at the textbook’s standard answer, then looked down at her own result. They weren’t just slightly different, they were completely unrelated.

Defeated, she slumped back in her chair.

Then, a flash of orange caught the corner of her eye.

Her unfocused gaze sharpened instantly. A little orange kitten was slipping through the slightly ajar door, its paws tapping softly on the floor.

“Kitty, kitty?” she called instinctively, then quickly corrected herself, “Xiaomi~ Xiaomi~”

The kitten, which had been tucking its tail and looking wary, suddenly perked up at the sound. Its amber eyes lit up.

It paused, tilted its head, and studied Song Yuehua for two seconds before padding over with short, hesitant steps.

Her heartbeat quickened inexplicably. She watched nervously as Xiaomi reached her leg and gently brushed its fluffy tail against her bare calf. The soft touch felt like a wisp of cotton rolling through her heart.

“Aiya!” Overjoyed, she scooped the kitten into her arms.

So, it hadn’t warmed up to her before because she’d been using the wrong name!

She gently rubbed Xiaomi’s head with her fingertips. The little one narrowed its eyes contentedly, nuzzling into her palm, purring softly.

Ah, her mind, muddled by math formulas, was instantly purified by this warm, fluffy bundle.

Song Yuehua lost herself in cuddling the cat for half an hour until her eyes caught the open textbook on the desk. Reality snapped back.

She glanced down at Xiaomi, comfortably curled in her arms.

Gritting her teeth, she mustered all her willpower to gently set the kitten on the floor. “Be good, I need to study.”

Xiaomi seemed surprised to be put down, its limbs still curled mid-air.

Once it realized what happened, its slit-like eyes widened into round saucers. With a soft “meow,” it leaped gracefully onto the metal frame beside the desk, found a small empty spot among the piled books, and curled into a fuzzy ball.

“So cute, so cute.” Song Yuehua’s eyes were practically smiling.

But the fear of failing dragged her back to her studies.

By 3 a.m., after three consecutive yawns, she finally gave up and crawled into bed.

Although it was her first night after transmigrating, having been tormented by mathematics for half the night, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. In her drowsiness, she felt a warm, fluffy thing jump onto the bed and curl up at her feet.

The next morning, Song Yuehua was awakened by the urgent ringing of the doorbell.

She groggily opened her eyes to find sunlight already streaming through the gaps in the curtains and falling on her pillow. As her gaze drifted downward, it suddenly landed on a fluffy patch of orange.

A kitten was curled up beside her pillow, rolled into a soft, furry ball, its tail tip gently resting on its ears.

Its breathing was light, its little belly rising and falling with each breath, causing the fur on its back to quiver slightly.

So blissful o(￣▽￣)o

She decided to forgive the world for one second.

Song Yuehua slipped on her slippers and went to open the door.

The moment she pulled the door open, she was met with a figure she hadn’t expected to see.