[Quick Transmigration] I Cried After Scumming the Little Puppy - Chapter 15

Unable to bear the straw pricking her backside any longer, Fang Yu stood up and paced the room. She found the main door and tried to push it open, but it remained motionless, seemingly mocking her futile efforts.

Deflated, Fang Yu suddenly remembered a lingering doubt.

[Fang Yu]: 018, how did I dodge Ren Xingxian’s attack earlier? It felt like my body reacted on its own.

She tried to recall that strange, almost transcendental experience.

[System]: Because the original owner frequently followed her father into the deep mountains and dense forests to hunt. She has fought bears and slain wolves; she possesses a keen intuition for danger. Since you have transmigrated into her body, you naturally inherited these skills. No training required.

[Fang Yu]: Please, from now on, only assign me to “Great Hero” martial arts worlds!

[System]: →_→ You think you’re Spider-Man playing some kind of level-clearing game?

[Fang Yu]: You sure know a lot. Keeping up with the trends of the modern world?

The System went silent for a moment. It seemed it had accidentally revealed its own dream of becoming a “Great Hero” in the System Dimension. It quickly and cleverly changed the subject.

[System]: Are you not curious about the circumstances of your arrival?

Oho, quite the desire to perform, Fang Yu thought. She raised an eyebrow, signaling it to continue.

[System]: The original owner and Ren Xingxian have been married for three years, yet no affection ever bloomed. Facing the original owner’s icy, miserable face every day, Ren Xingxian grew disheartened. She decided she wanted a child, thinking that a baby might eventually warm the original owner’s heart.

In this world, all same-sex couples have heard of the “Tongmiao Valley.” This power emerged forty years ago in the wealthy Jiangnan region; they are reclusive, protecting only their own territory. Their leader, known as Qing Miao, is nearly sixty years old yet looks like a man in his twenties, with not a single wrinkle of time upon him. He declared that the valley possesses a miracle known as the “Spirit-Gathering Fruit.” After consuming it, any person regardless of gender can conceive.

He charges no gold or silver. If one seeks the fruit, they need only tell him a joke that makes him laugh.

This miracle even caught the interest of the current Emperor, who tested a fruit on a palace eunuch. When it actually resulted in a pregnancy, the Emperor deemed it a worthy discovery and issued an imperial decree encouraging Qing Miao to continue his research.

Tongmiao Valley seized this opportunity and issued a summons for scholars to join them. Many families, lured by the Emperor’s endorsement, sent their children to try their luck.

When Ren Xingxian proposed this idea, the original owner was revolted. To her, being married to Ren Xingxian was already a sacrifice of her life’s happiness; the thought of a child was too much. She refused with a cold sneer.

Ren Xingxian resorted to her old tricks, bringing in the parents to pressure her. The original owner’s disgust only deepened, stating: “If you want to go to Jiangnan, go yourself. I will not accompany you.”

Ren Xingxian gritted her teeth and traveled to Jiangnan alone. Upon her return, she consumed the Spirit-Gathering Fruit and forced a night of passion upon the original owner.

By the first month of pregnancy, Ren Xingxian was gloomy, confined to her room to recover. The original owner never once inquired about her health. Bored and restless, Ren Xingxian who was naturally active agreed to join her brothers from the Escort Agency on a three-month mission to protect a shipment of silk.

When she returned, three months pregnant and showing a slight bump, her first thought was to find the original owner. Even if she wasn’t wanted, just seeing her husband’s face brought her joy.

But she couldn’t find her anywhere. After questioning a maid named Tao Fen, she learned that for the past three months, the original owner had spent every single day at the Drunken Flower Pavilion, paying for the company of the courtesan Lian Rui—drinking, playing the zither, and reciting poetry.

Ren Xingxian was so enraged her stomach began to cramp.

Fang Yu clapped her hands, interrupting the story.

[Fang Yu]: And then she came to corner me, slapped Lian Rui, smashed that eyesore of a zither, and the original owner kicked her over?

[System]: Host, you really make me feel like I have no sense of accomplishment.

While she was conversing with the System, a faint sound came from the door.

“Do you think Miss Fang is awake today?”

“Likely so. The Mistress’s drug kept her unconscious for seven days. If she doesn’t eat soon, she won’t last. But the Mistress won’t let her off that easily.”

Fang Yu’s skin crawled. What does Ren Xingxian have in store for me?

The voices drew closer. The bolt slid back, and a second later, Fang Yu was hit by the long-lost sunlight, making her eyes ache. She shielded her face, and before she could even see who had entered, a disdainful voice called out from above.

“Oh? You’ve got quite a stubborn life, haven’t you? You’re awake.”

Fang Yu’s brow furrowed. Before she could retort, the visitor rudely slammed a soup bowl onto a wooden bucket near the door. The hot broth splashed onto her lower leg, but the maid showed no remorse. Instead, she stood tall and haughty. “Here is your food for today. Eat it or don’t. We’ll be back for the bowl tomorrow!”

Fang Yu’s temper flared. She was certain this maid was acting on orders from Ren Xingxian’s personal attendants; otherwise, she wouldn’t dare treat a master this way.

She looked at the so-called “meal”: a tiny bowl containing yellowed dough knots and another filled with rotten cabbage leaves floating in a layer of grease. It was utterly unappetizing.

She called out to the System: 018, can you be like a golden finger in a novel and manifest some food?

[System]: That is a skill only A-Rank systems are qualified to learn. I am only B-Rank. I can’t manifest anything.

[Fang Yu]: I’m shocked! You systems actually have rankings?

[System]: Of course. Competition between systems is fierce. We all try to bind with excellent hosts to upgrade ourselves to higher levels.

Fang Yu felt a playful urge to tease it. And how many stars do you give this host?

[System]: Passable, I suppose.

[Fang Yu]: You “trash” system! You can’t even manifest food and yet you dare be dissatisfied with your host?

System 018 wanted to cry. Why does this host’s mood change so fast?

Realizing the System was useless, Fang Yu’s hand trembled as she took a sip of the yellow dough soup. “Gah—ptui! Is this even fit for human consumption?”

She couldn’t describe the taste—bitter like coptis root, sour like fermented greens, and thick with a slimy texture. Even though she spat it out instantly, the foul flavor lingered in her throat. She took it back; she would never insult pig intestines again. This wasn’t soup; it was a lethal poison!

The maid’s face darkened instantly. “Don’t refuse a kindness! If you won’t eat, then forget it!”

Huffing, she grabbed the bowls to leave. Fang Yu’s eyes narrowed, she could use this chance to escape the woodshed. 018 said her body was agile; slipping past two maids should be a breeze.

As the maid prepared to slam the door, Fang Yu held her breath, gathering her strength for a leap. But mid-air, her body suddenly turned soft and weak, and she slammed back down onto the floor.

At the same time, the door clicked shut and locked. Fang Yu was plunged back into darkness.