[Quick Transmigration] I Cried After Scumming the Little Puppy - Chapter 3

Once she was certain Li Ruoruo had truly fallen asleep, Fang Yu finally relaxed. A wave of discomfort washed over her; she felt sticky and grimy all over. In her original world, she was the type of woman who couldn’t go a day without two showers.

Having finished processing the original owner’s memories, Fang Yu couldn’t wait any longer. She hailed a cab home and threw herself into the bathroom, scrubbing herself from head to toe.

Once she felt refreshed and clean, she turned off the shower and leaned over the sink, studying her reflection through the lingering steam. To her surprise, the original owner possessed a pure, sweet face that looked particularly radiant and delicate amidst the mist.

The only jarring element was her hair—dry, frizzy, and fried from excessive bleaching and perming. It simply didn’t match the softness of her features.

Fang Yu knew at a glance that the original owner used “makeup sorcery” to paint herself into a fierce, intimidating “Big Sister.” She only washed the facade away in bed, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase “honest and exposed.”

Her phone rang a few times in the living room, but Fang Yu ignored it. After drying her hair and changing into fresh clothes, she took a taxi back to the hospital. She figured Li Ruoruo should be awake by now.

But when she pushed open the door to the VIP ward, the bed was a mess of tangled sheets. The person who should have been lying there was gone. The room was deathly empty.

Is she in the bathroom?

She checked every corner of the small ensuite, but there was no sign of Li Ruoruo. Fang Yu intercepted a young nurse passing by the room. “Where is the patient from this room?”

Since this floor consisted entirely of VIP singles, the staff usually knew the status of every patient.

“Are you referring to the young lady admitted this morning?” the nurse asked. “She insisted on being discharged about an hour ago, despite our protests. We tried calling the emergency contact, but no one picked up.”

Fang Yu pulled her phone from her pocket. Sure enough, there were several missed calls from an unknown number, likely made while she was in the shower.

“I see. Thank you.”

The nurse nodded shyly and excused herself to continue her rounds. Fang Yu’s expression darkened. Playing runaway? Is she treating my words like background noise?

Fang Yu returned home to contemplate her next move. As night fell, the housekeeper, Auntie Jia, asked what she wanted for dinner. Fang Yu listlessly rattled off the names of three dishes.

The original owner’s parents had divorced when she was very young. Her father, a CEO of a multinational corporation, had won custody but spent the entire year traveling for business. Unable to be there, he had hired a housekeeper to look after her. Ten years of missing parental warmth had molded the original owner into the flighty, promiscuous character she was today.

After a solid night’s sleep, Fang Yu woke up early, energized and ready to hunt someone down.

She went to her own classroom first. The room was a cacophony of noise—the distinct, rowdy atmosphere of a “remedial” class for underachievers. But the moment Fang Yu stepped through the door, the silence was instantaneous. She blinked, startled. The original owner’s authority was apparently quite formidable.

Actually, she thought, this ‘fox-borrowing-the-tiger’s-prestige’ thing feels pretty good.

She strutted to her seat with an arrogant, world-beating swagger. Immediately, a boy from the next desk leaned over to flatter her. “Sister Yu, why are you wearing the uniform today? You still look great, though.”

Duan Ming stole glances at her as he spoke. Fang Yu, who usually wore expensive streetwear to school, was suddenly wearing the uniform she had always called “ugly as hell.” He couldn’t help but be shocked.

The uniform was a generic design shared by several local schools—likely a cost-saving measure by the administration. The top was a grey, blazer-style jacket over a standard white shirt. The bottom, however, was baffling: a knee-length red plaid skirt that was bulky and pleated, an unflattering cut that usually made people’s legs look short.

Fang Yu’s height and slender frame saved the look. It wasn’t that she was trying to stand out; it was simply that when she opened her closet this morning, it was filled with ripped T-shirts, leather jackets, and tiny black dresses. To her adult eyes, those felt a bit too “immature,” so she had reached for the buried uniform instead.

After the self-study period, a glamorous girl sauntered over and provocatively scratched Fang Yu’s palm with her finger. “Sister Yu, heading to the restroom?”

The suggestion was blatant.

Fang Yu pulled her hand away sharply. “I’m going to see my girlfriend, so I’ll pass,” she said coolly.

Liang Si was stung by the rejection but didn’t dare lash out. She knew Fang Yu had a girlfriend, but hadn’t Fang Yu always treated Li Ruoruo like a disposable toy?

Ignoring the girl’s confusion, Fang Yu walked a few hundred meters to the Moral Education Building where Li Ruoruo’s class was located. The school buildings were only three stories high, and the classes were arranged numerically. Fang Yu’s class was a dozen rooms away from Li Ruoruo’s, placing them in entirely different buildings.

As she strode into the honors building with her usual intimidating aura, she drew everyone’s gaze. The top-tier students stopped grinding their practice exams, stretching their necks to see what the “Big Sister” was up to.

Fang Yu slammed her hands onto a desk, her presence looming and oppressive. “Why aren’t you resting in the hospital?”

The girl at the desk clutched a compass so hard it nearly poked a hole through her draft paper. Her body trembled uncontrollably. How can she always be this self-righteous?

Li Ruoruo summoned her courage and snapped back, “What I do is none of your business!”

Hiss.

The onlookers collective gasped. Is Li Ruoruo feeling suicidal? She’s actually talking back to the Big Sister? They were already imagining the scene of Li Ruoruo being dragged to the floor.

But the next scene left them staring in disbelief.

Fang Yu grabbed Li Ruoruo’s hand and pressed it against her own chest. Her voice was so tender it practically dripped with honey. “When you’re hurt, it hurts me right here.”

Li Ruoruo was forced to look up. She felt the blood rush to her head; it felt as if a thousand fireworks were exploding in her heart at once.

She had begged Fang Yu countless times to show her even a shred of genuine affection—anything to stop her from feeling like a “cardboard cutout” girlfriend. But Fang Yu had always been unmoved, simply patting her head and telling her not to overthink.

What was this now? Was it a prank?

Li Ruoruo glared at her, her eyes filled with a mix of resentment, exhaustion, and bottled-up grievance. “Please do not disturb my studies.”

Fang Yu didn’t back down. She remained smiling brightly. “Your hand is injured, it’s not convenient for you to write. How about I help you with your homework?”

The moment she said this, the students nearby began to choke back laughter, their expressions twisting in an agonizing attempt to stay quiet.

What kind of joke was Fang Yu telling? Everyone in school knew the Big Sister was a total academic disaster. She failed every subject and sat dead last in the rankings. She was the one who usually dumped her homework on her girlfriend to do.

And now, she was offering to do homework for a student in the Honors class?