Romance Allergy [Book Transmigration] - Chapter 2

In front of the bedroom door of the thirty-second-floor presidential suite, a gust of wind seemed to swirl past, brushing through the clean, empty doorway where no one could be seen.

If the bedding on the bed had not maintained the messy arc of having just been tossed aside, Xu Tianse would have thought she was hallucinating.

After standing frozen for three full minutes, she finally snapped back to her senses. She walked to the sofa by the window, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and took two shallow sips.

Her eyes, beautiful and exquisite like cat’s-eye gemstones, stared blankly at a single point, lost in thought.

Dou Anyao. What was going on with her?

The first time Xu Tianse met Dou Anyao was last year.

At that time, the latter had just won the award for the Most Influential Singer in Asia-Pacific and was naturally invited to perform at the Mislandu fashion show. Xu Tianse was also walking in that show, and that was how they first met.

Xu Tianse thought it was just a chance encounter, but to her surprise, the woman appeared in her hotel restaurant the very next day and warmly invited her to dinner.

Xu Tianse felt that aside from her singing, which was not terrible, the woman had no redeeming qualities, so she mostly ignored her. However, the woman was persistent, finding all sorts of reasons and excuses to get close to her for a long time.

Even last night, she did not know where the woman had caught wind of her itinerary. Dou Anyao knew she was returning to Xiangdu yesterday and knew which hotel she usually stayed at, showing up at her door slightly tipsy and acting crazy.

Thinking of Dou Anyao’s lines from last night, like “I thought if I didn’t see you, I wouldn’t miss you, but I overestimated my own love for you” and “I miss you, and not just today,” they were so greasy they made her toes curl. They were almost on par with today’s line: “Your Highness, this humble servant shall take her leave.”

Recalling this, Xu Tianse involuntarily tightened her grip on the water bottle.

Did the other woman really think she could make Xu Tianse fall for her using such sentimental clichés?

For over a year, Xu Tianse had not told her to get lost. Instead, she had kept in contact, sometimes loose and sometimes tight, like playing a fish on a hook. She simply wanted to see what kind of tricks this woman, known in the industry as the “Beauty Harvester,” actually possessed.

But now, just as Xu Tianse was about to scoff, the image of Dou Anyao’s face suddenly flashed before her eyes. It was a face fit for the lead in a tragic youth romance film, specifically the moment her eyes brimmed with tears.

After a moment of silence, she took back the words “nothing special” that were about to escape her heart.

It seemed she did have a few tricks up her sleeve.

Dou Anyao, wearing only a white bathrobe and clutching a bundle of clothes, rushed out of the luxury presidential suite. She looked left and right in the hallway before finally ducking into the fire escape.

The sensor light flickered on at the sound of the door closing. She looked up and after confirming there were no surveillance cameras in the stairwell, she let out a sigh of relief.

Her heart was still racing. Even though her bare feet were stepping on cold tiles, she felt as if she were walking on clouds, a sense of unreality.

Anyone would feel like they were dreaming.

One second, she had been worshiping Buddha to pray for a good marriage, happily heading down the mountain waiting for a sweet romance to fall into her lap. The next second, she had stepped into thin air.

When she woke up again, a system had appeared in her mind, telling her she had fallen down the mountain and was in a vegetative state. Her soul had transmigrated into a book, and if she did not complete the tasks, she would die or never be able to go back. Who could process that?

“System, was my task just now completed?”

For some reason, besides the nervousness, Dou Anyao felt a hint of excitement, as if she were playing a level-based game. She was fearful yet eager to try.

The System, which had watched her perform that “smooth combo” of actions, remained silent for three seconds before speaking in a businesslike tone.

**[Congratulations to Host. The task “Sever all ambiguous relations with Xu Tianse” is complete. Reward: 20 Points.

Remember, our slogan is: Uphold Purity, Treat Others with Sincerity!]**

Now that it was confirmed the task was complete and she would not die for the time being, Dou Anyao unfolded the clothes in her arms, preparing to put them on.

She had not looked closely before, but now she realized the clothes were a pair of light blue jeans and a white halter-neck polo shirt.

The outfit looked quite casual and comfortable. Dou Anyao did not even take off the bathrobe; she simply shook out the jeans, intending to pull them on.

Wait.

As she lifted her leg to step into the pants, Dou Anyao suddenly felt something was off. She stood back up and held the pants against herself to measure them.

Looking at the pants that reached all the way to her chest, Dou Anyao fell into deep thought.

“Strange, why do these pants look longer than my own lifespan?”

“These pants don’t seem to fit,” Dou Anyao asked doubtfully.

System: “Maybe because they aren’t yours?”

Dou Anyao: “?!”

What are you talking about?

A minute later, after sorting through her memories and confirming that the clothes she had snatched were indeed not the original owner’s, Dou Anyao covered her face with one hand, feeling heavy-hearted.

When she woke up and saw she was in a bathrobe with a set of clothes conveniently placed at the foot of the bed, she naturally assumed they were “her” clothes.

Was there a problem with that logic? None at all.

Who could have known the original owner had gone to see Xu Tianse with wine last night, only to have her hands shake from drunkenness and spill it all over herself? Those clothes were currently rotting like pickled vegetables in the bathroom.

“Then, should I wear them or not?”

At 11:00 AM, when the assistant came to pick up Xu Tianse for a shoot, she brought in a set of clothes.

“Sister, are these yours? I saw them at the door. I thought I remembered you having a set like this,” the assistant, Yi Nian, asked Xu Tianse hesitantly.

The tall figure buttoning her shirt in front of the mirror looked up. Her gaze circled the familiar clothes in the assistant’s arms before indifferently looking away. “Throw them away.”

“Huh? Oh, okay.”

Yi Nian was a bit baffled. If the clothes were not Xu Tianse’s, she would not have said “throw them away,” she would have said they were not hers.

But since they were her clothes, why were they placed neatly at the suite’s entrance, and why did she want to throw them away?

Though she found it strange, her habit of “doing more and talking less” kept her from asking.

Once the little assistant left, Xu Tianse’s mind drifted slightly.

After Dou Anyao woke up, not only did she stop pestering her with greasy lines, but she even said things like “it’s over between us.” Xu Tianse had been half-skeptical.

She thought the woman was playing a game of hard-to-get, saying they should not meet again while simultaneously taking her clothes to create an excuse for the next meeting.

It was definitely a trick.

Xu Tianse could have guessed that within three days, the woman would surely message her, saying something like, “Sorry, I took your clothes by mistake,” using it as a natural reason to contact her again.

However, looking at it now, after sobering up, did she really intend to make a clean break?

In the suite’s living room, Yi Nian, who was confirming Xu Tianse’s upcoming schedule, turned around as she heard footsteps.

No matter how many times she saw Xu Tianse, she would habitually daze for a moment. The woman was too exquisite; she truly lived up to her title as the “Angel on Earth.”

However, the angel seemed a bit out of it today.

“Sister, did you button your shirt wrong?”

Yi Nian pointed cautiously at Xu Tianse’s clothes.

Following the System’s guidance and the memories in her head, Dou Anyao went to the hotel front desk to get a replacement room card, packed her phone and other belongings from the room the original owner had booked, and finally, after much dodging and hiding, returned to the original owner’s apartment. Only then did she have time to slowly process the information.

She had been single for thirty years, waiting at home for a “home-invasion” style of love to find her. After hearing that the Buddha at Lingdu Mountain was very effective, she had sincerely climbed the mountain step by step to pray for a marriage.

Unexpectedly, she slipped on the way down and tumbled down 999 steps.

Perhaps seeing how sincere she was, the Buddha could not bear to let her die young. Coincidentally, this “Purity System” needed someone at that moment, so they threw her, an innocent woman who had been single for years, into this situation, calling it a chance to experience life as a “Player” or “Sea King.”

She had transmigrated into a Girl’s Love (GL) novel centered around a “chasing the wife at the crematorium” trope.

The original owner was also named Dou Anyao. She was a talented singer, but also a “scumbag” player. She could navigate between seven different beauties in a single day, using their resources to achieve her own goals. This was largely why she could thrive in the entertainment industry despite having no powerful background other than her voice.

However, this character setting meant she was destined not to be the protagonist. In the book, she was the pile of ash scattered after the crematorium. In other words, she was cannon fodder.

The original owner’s parents divorced after her middle school graduation. Her mother immigrated and remarried, and her father remarried during her second year of high school. The stepmother brought along a sister four years younger than her: the novel’s female lead, Wen Zhixin.

The stepmother and sister were both very kind to the original owner. Wen Zhixin, in particular, had liked her for her entire youth.

Perhaps because the original owner grew up amidst her parents’ constant fighting, she was resistant to emotions. Consequently, she did not value Wen Zhixin’s devotion at all and scoffed at her confessions of love.

However, once Wen Zhixin found true love and stopped revolving around her, the original owner regretted it. She shamelessly begged for her back, saying things like, “I’m sorry, I only just realized I love you,” and went back to harass her.

Thinking of this, Dou Anyao’s fist tightened. “This original owner is too much of a scumbag! Did she really like the female lead? Or did she just feel a sense of loss because the person always behind her was gone?”

As the saying goes: Late affection is cheaper than grass!

The more Dou Anyao thought about it, the angrier she got. She vented to the System in her mind: “So frustrating. Why can’t people be sincere with each other? Shouldn’t you exchange a sincere heart for a sincere heart?”

“What kind of decent person becomes a player? Having someone to date is already good enough, okay?”

Upon hearing this, the Uphold Purity System immediately played a sound effect of loud applause: [You are absolutely right! From now on, you are my 999th host. Host 999 has the highest level of enlightenment in the world!]

Dou Anyao: “Fine. 999 sounds like I will live a long time.”

But what goes around comes around. The original owner’s retribution had arrived.

Although the entertainment industry was a melting pot, there were sincere and pure people, many of whom had truly liked the original owner.

System: “Because the original owner was too much of a scumbag and crushed too many innocent young hearts, the grievances of those she wronged reached a tipping point. Heaven wants to sanction her.”

“So, you must now remain clean. You cannot engage in ambiguous relationships, you cannot toy with people’s feelings, and you must remain single for one year. Otherwise, you will die.”

Dou Anyao: “Wait, I’ll what?”

She had not really said anything, right? How did we get to the part where she dies?

“Don’t be too afraid. You did very well just now. As long as you complete the tasks I issue and successfully remain single for a year, not only will you not die, but you will also earn a lot of points.”

“And accumulating enough points can allow you to return to your original world or exchange them for many things you can’t even imagine.”

The System’s voice suddenly took on a seductive tone.

“I know you. You were a homebody who only knew how to draw at home. You rarely interacted with people and longed for a sincere relationship.”

“You can treat this as a field exercise. Experience social interaction and human contact. That way, once you have enough points to return to your world, you won’t have to worry about being single anymore.”

Seeing that Dou Anyao was silent, the System spoke again: “Do you want to die?”

Dou Anyao: “Ah, well.”

Seeing her hesitation, the System said coldly: “Besides, even if you’re unwilling, you’ll still die. Don’t forget, you already slipped and fell down Lingdu Mountain. If your soul hadn’t come here, you wouldn’t even be able to maintain your status as a person in a vegetative state.”

“Stop,” Dou Anyao interrupted the System, speaking with righteous conviction. “I think there’s absolutely no problem.”

Dying was out of the question. It was just being single. She might not be good at other things, but being single was something she could do in her sleep.

Just as Dou Anyao reached an agreement with the System and before she could even look in the mirror to see her new face, the original owner’s phone on the side began to vibrate.

Dou Anyao picked it up. The caller ID read: “Qiu Shili.”

At the same time, a ding sounded in Dou Anyao’s head: a new task notification.

**[Making friends requires sincerity and purity. Please, Host, immediately sever all ambiguous relations with Qiu Shili and uphold purity!

Task Value: 30 Points. Failure: Immediate Obliteration.]**

“Qiu Shili?”

Dou Anyao tried to recall the name.

The System provided the answer faster than she could: “Your manager.”

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