Scummy Alpha CEO Keeps Courting Death [Transmigration into a Book] - Chapter 102

“I love you, I won’t stop loving you,” Lu Xibie replied. Her consciousness felt like it was drifting in the center of pink bubbles, the subtle squeeze and bump of the bubbles creating an indescribably tender friction.

The declaration of love escaped so easily, it lodged in her heart before she could even process it.

The tremor originating from her soul left her no time for further thought. The soft lips, the gentle touch, the flawless closeness left memories all over her body. The brilliant fireworks constantly bursting in her mind disrupted her brain circuits. All she remembered was the alternating, intimate breaths near her nose, the touch that was sometimes near and sometimes far, and those eyes, impossible to look away from, brimming with desire.

It was like a fine white veil descended from the sky, covering their bodies and drawing them closer in their intimacy. The layers of the veil brushed against their skin, warmth replacing whispers. Once again, there was no distance, and they surrendered to the timeless ebb and flow.

“Buzz—”

Lu Xibie opened her eyes. The flickering light of her optical computer flashed and vanished. The low hum of energy turbulence outside the protective shield made a low-frequency whine. The smooth texture that wasn’t hers made her subconsciously look down.

Chu Liruo was asleep, her long eyelashes damp with moisture, her cheeks slightly flushed. Her hair, like seaweed, was spread out. Her clothes were tattered, and there were unexplained bruises all over her body—a clear sign of how badly she’d been tormented by Lu Xibie.

Hiss—

Lu Xibie gasped, her heart clenching with unbearable pain.

She hadn’t realized she had—

Lu Xibie picked up the laser gun from her side and pointed it at herself. After doing something like this, she might as well just shoot herself.

“What are you doing?” Chu Liruo asked with a slight nasal tone, pulling her hand away, a flash of anxiety in her eyes.

“I… you… I did this to you—” Lu Xibie stammered, her lips moving, her eyes filled with heartache and regret.

“It’s okay,” Chu Liruo took the laser gun and tossed it aside. She cupped Lu Xibie’s face, her gaze resolute and infused with an intoxicating spring warmth: “I wanted it.”

“You… but…” Lu Xibie’s eyes fell on Chu Liruo’s bruised areas, regretting her own lack of restraint.

A warm light floated from Chu Liruo’s palms and seeped into the various bruises: “See? Isn’t it fine now?”

Lu Xibie watched the bruises gradually disappear and turned her gaze away uncomfortably, lightly biting her lower lip.

“I don’t know why your will to live is so low, but being alive is always a good thing. For example, right now, I can kiss you when I want to,” Chu Liruo gently pecked Lu Xibie’s lips. “If I were to die…”

“Ptooey, quick, say ‘ptooey,’ you mustn’t say that.” Lu Xibie reached out and covered her mouth.

“You cove- I… how am I suppo-” Chu Liruo looked at her, her eyes soft like snow melting in early spring.

The strange feeling on her palm made Lu Xibie immediately let go.

“Say it,” Chu Liruo saw Lu Xibie’s helpless look and curled her lips: “Ptooey.”

She lightly spat forward a centimeter, observing Lu Xibie.

She moved an inch closer and glanced at her: “Ptooey.”

The airflow passed below her nose. Their lips were so close they seemed on the verge of kissing in the next second.

And the next moment, lips met warmth. Lu Xibie widened her eyes, staring into Chu Liruo’s clear gaze.

“I told you I wanted to kiss you. Why are you so surprised?” Chu Liruo pinched Lu Xibie’s cheek, her eyebrows raised: “Do you still want to die soon?”

Lu Xibie blinked, quickly shaking her head: “No.”

She wanted to live now.

She reached out and pulled Chu Liruo into her embrace, without much romantic thought, just wanting to hold her tightly, breathing in sync, as if in this rapidly changing world, they were one.

Perhaps people are always seeking a sense of belonging in life.

She always felt that there must be one person in this world who exists, whom one yearns for. As long as they exist, one will have infinite strength and energy to face all difficulties and obstacles.

Before, that person was Xi Yibai.

Later, she left, taking Lu Xibie’s infinite strength and energy with her.

Love is the most illogical thing in this world. When it arrives, it gives you many things, making you burst forth with endless potential. But when it leaves, it takes back everything it gave, even stealing some of what you originally possessed.

You barely cling to life, losing your passion. Doing anything easily drains your energy. Eventually, you just want to lie there, like a pile of mud that can’t be propped up.

You dread the arrival of a new day, and the old days haunt you like ghosts demanding retribution.

You still have to force yourself to pretend everything is fine, while inside, you are already riddled with holes and utterly useless.

That failed relationship invalidated your very existence.

You stopped struggling and denied yourself.

Therefore, when she entered the world of The Omega’s Path to Evolution, Lu Xibie wanted to die easily, especially after reading half the plot and learning the ending from the Golden House.

Destruction is far more difficult than construction.

It requires a lot of patience, a lot of care, and a lot of love.

Lu Xibie had none of these.

Her heart was empty and drafty.

Until she met Chu Liruo, her wife in this world.

She was patient with everyone around her, including Lu Xibie. She cared for and loved everyone around her.

Because of her existence, her world became colorful. She was like an empty shell re-infused with vitality, feeling joy for a ray of sunshine, and choosing to stop for a blossoming flower.

Her happiness also became simpler: seeing her, eating a delicious bite of food, reaching out to feel the touch of a leaf landing on her hand, and everything she did with Chu Liruo…

She reconstructed and became Lu Xibie’s sense of belonging.

She also began to yearn more and more. Snow peaks melted, spring water trickled, deadwood sprouted new buds—her world was revitalized.

“You are not allowed to die,” Chu Liruo whispered in Lu Xibie’s ear. “Perhaps I have no right to control you, but I think there are still things worth cherishing in this world.”

Lu Xibie: “Like you.”

“Me?” Chu Liruo lightly rubbed her nose against Lu Xibie’s neck: “Then I beg you, cherish me, and live well.”

Lu Xibie: “Mm.”

A strange lump formed in her throat. At countless points where she wanted to end herself and destroy this world, Chu Liruo directly or indirectly burst in, approaching her, understanding her, and healing her in countless moments.

“I don’t know why you repeatedly lose the will to live, and I don’t intend to ask. When you want to tell me, you naturally will. Don’t live for anyone else. No one can bear the weight of another person’s life; you must live for yourself.” Chu Liruo lightly blew a breath, lifting the wisps of hair near Lu Xibie’s ear: “Have you found the meaning of life now?”

“I have,” Lu Xibie watched Chu Liruo calmly. She still couldn’t articulate the meaning of life, but she could feel the blood in her heart pumping throughout her body. Her cells, tissues, and organs were eager because of Chu Liruo’s existence.

The world hadn’t changed at all, but seeing Chu Liruo, she felt that the world would get better and better, just as they hoped.

Yet, the cowardice ingrained in her hinted that this was real, or just another illusion?

She lowered her eyes and gently rested her face against Chu Liruo’s: “Is this real?”

The warmth stabilized her heart, but it wasn’t enough.

Even today, people still use alcohol, nicotine… to escape reality and enter dreams, either hoping for a beautiful dream to come true or hoping for revenge. But reality is also another form of dream.

The idealist philosopher said that we do not see, taste, or touch things; we only have the sensation of seeing, tasting, or touching.

As long as this sensation can be provided, reality can be shaped.

So, was she still in the Star Core Nightmare space?

Creating a reality for herself through idealism.

“Do you feel uneasy?” Chu Liruo held her, still sensing the abnormality. She formed a hand seal, gently touching Lu Xibie’s right temple, and the Primordial Spirit phantom unfolded behind her: “Nightmare, open.”

Since gaining the Nightmare skill, she had absorbed countless nightmares constructed by the Star Core Nightmare, including Lu Xibie’s.

It was as if someone had painted a white stroke, a red stroke, a green stroke, a yellow stroke… Each color formed a petal. The petals bloomed and spun, pulling Lu Xibie into a hazy space.

She opened her eyes, and Rong Qianqin was standing before her.

“Auntie.”

“Oh, my Xibie darling—” She was pulled into a warm embrace, her head cradled in a familiar sense of security.

Before she could even say “Auntie,” her eyes felt incredibly sore. She tearfully soaked Rong Qianqin’s pajamas.

“Let Auntie take a good look at you. How did you end up so young…” Rong Qianqin’s eyelids drooped, her eyes filled with heartache: “Why did you only come to Auntie’s dream now? Auntie missed, missed, missed our Xibie so much.”

“I missed, missed, missed Auntie too.” Lu Xibie buried her face in Rong Qianqin’s embrace, her knuckles white from gripping tightly.

Pat-a, pat-a.

One tear after another fell on her head and ran down her scalp. She looked up and saw Rong Qianqin’s grief-stricken face.

“Oh, our Xibie had a tough life. Auntie also… Auntie also…”

Lu Xibie frantically wiped Rong Qianqin’s tears, remembering the scene from the previous nightmare. She didn’t want Rong Qianqin to be too sad about her departure, which might harm her health: “It’s not tough, it’s not tough. I came back to life in another world and I’m living very well. I even have Chu Liruo. Chu Liruo is my beloved.”

“You child, you’re still comforting me even now.” Rong Qianqin patted her chest and caught her breath.

“It’s true, Auntie!” Chu Liruo peeked out from behind Lu Xibie and glanced at Lu Xibie: “You don’t mind me interrupting, do you?”

“She is? I haven’t seen this child before?” Rong Qianqin was puzzled, wiping a tear with her hand.

“I am Chu Liruo, her wife in another world. She’s not comforting you, you know. We’re really having a great time in that world. We just can’t come to your world, but we’ll visit your dreams often in the future,” Chu Liruo playfully winked at Rong Qianqin.

“Can we really come often?” Lu Xibie looked at Chu Liruo with surprise.

“Of course. At least…” Chu Liruo calculated the energy required: “At least once a month. Although I can’t let you meet in the same world, talking here is not a problem.”

“Are you saying Xibie isn’t dead? She just went to another world?” Rong Qianqin’s brain stalled, taking a while to accept this idea.

The three chatted for a good while until Rong Qianqin was about to wake up, and the dream vanished, ending their conversation.

Auntie told Lu Xibie that her mother and father had come looking for her. Learning of her death, they were filled with remorse, staying at the welfare institution to do what they could to atone for their past mistakes, often chatting with the staff at Lu Xibie’s former residence there.

This dream seemed better than the previous nightmares.

Lu Xibie opened her eyes. Chu Liruo looked at her with concern: “We’ll go again in a month.”

“Mhm.” Lu Xibie nodded. In this moment, she was certain that she had found her footing.

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