Suddenly Got a Happy Ending with the Villain (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 1.1

Chapter 1.1: The Beginning of the Story

Qing Ping died at the age of twenty-six.

She had long foreseen her own fate, so when the day finally arrived, she felt no regret, only a slight sigh at the inevitability of destiny.

True to her name, she died in poverty. Her Taoist robe was patched in several places, and her worn-out cloud slippers had stubborn holes that revealed the faded color of her socks.

Looking at her, no one would have guessed she once had an extremely wealthy lover.

Her lover’s name was Gu Xiyue, the beloved daughter of a major corporation’s chairman. She was beautiful and gentle—perfect in every way, except for her terribly blind eyes that fell for a heartless and poor Taoist like her.

Their first meeting was ordinary with a touch of melodrama.

That day, Qing Ping was at her usual spot under an overpass, her stall sign reading, “Screen Repair and Replacement. Fortune-telling Included.”

In an era that valued science, her main profession wasn’t thriving, so having a side hustle was crucial.

As dusk approached, she was tidying up, ready to pack her things, when a sleek sports car screeched to a halt beside the overpass. A young man and a young woman stepped out.

The man grabbed the woman’s hand and roared, “Xiyue! Listen to me!”

The woman flung his hand away, covered her ears, and shrieked, “I won’t listen! I won’t listen!”

The scene was straight out of a TV drama, especially the woman. She had a face that was even more innocent and captivating than a typical heroine. Even Qing Ping, who had been practicing on a mountain for years, couldn’t help but take a second look.

The woman had long, wavy hair that reached her waist. She wore an elaborate princess-style dress, knee-high white stockings, and pink leather shoes. For most people, this outfit would look out of place on the street, but not on her.

She was a natural-born princess. Even her shriek seemed adorable and spoiled, a naive innocence that made you want to hold her in your palm and cherish her.

Amid their heated argument and shoving, the woman’s phone fell to the ground with the sound of a shattered screen.

The man panicked, the woman froze, and Qing Ping smiled.

She quietly put her stall back in place and sat down again.

The woman looked at her broken phone, pouted, and tears started to stream down her face.

The man saw Qing Ping’s stall like a lifeline and rushed over, begging her to fix the phone screen.

The woman stood by the stall, watching the small business owner sit upright with a perfectly straight back, her head slightly bowed. Sunglasses covered most of her face, revealing only a delicate chin. Feeling a little strange, she asked, “Boss, can you… see?”

Qing Ping froze for a moment, then took off her sunglasses and pointed to her sign. “I’m not blind. I just have a side job as a fortune-teller. Would you like me to tell your fortune?”

Beneath the sunglasses were a pair of clear eyes, like a cool spring or the deepest, loneliest ancient well, and Gu Xiyue was captivated at first sight.

A privileged daughter of heaven like her, for the first time, wanted to try and pursue someone.

That year, Qing Ping was seventeen, and Gu Xiyue was fifteen.

They dated for seven years.

Seven years were enough to transform a crybaby into a formidable businesswoman who dominated the workplace, but not enough to teach a dull and heartless Taoist how to love.

Their arguments grew more frequent, yet it was always Gu Xiyue’s one-sided frustration. Qing Ping would never get angry; she would just look at her calmly with those clear, innocent eyes that had captivated her seven years ago but now plunged her into despair.

Finally, Gu Xiyue couldn’t take it anymore and broke up with her.

“You’ve never cared about me, Qing Ping,” Gu Xiyue said.

A woman’s intuition is always sharp.

Qing Ping had indeed never cared for her. Or rather, she had never loved Gu Xiyue.

She knew very well that she and Gu Xiyue were from two different worlds. She was good to Gu Xiyue, pampering her and treating her like a treasure. Gu Xiyue liked sweets, so she learned to make all kinds of Eastern and Western desserts. Gu Xiyue was afraid of the dark and being alone, so no matter how late it was, she would wait downstairs with a lamp for her to come home.

Even in bed, she was endlessly tolerant and accommodating, never making a sound even when she was in pain.

She was so good to Gu Xiyue that everyone would exclaim, “Qing Ping, you are truly devoted.” This thoughtful gentleness and silent patience had once deeply moved Gu Xiyue, making her believe that Qing Ping truly had deep feelings for her.

But soon, Gu Xiyue realized something was off.

Qing Ping always went along with her and doted on her. She never got angry, never became upset, and never got jealous. Gu Xiyue thought that if she found a new lover one day, Qing Ping would just smile and wish her happiness.

In this cliché story of a CEO and her delicate partner, only one person was ever serious. The love at first sight was real, the sleepless nights were real, and the obsessive longing was real. But the other person in the scene, who seemed to be deeply in love, had never truly fallen.

Gu Xiyue had known this for a long time, but after seven years, she finally grew tired of it.

After an intimate night, she rested her head on the Taoist’s arm and buried her face in her soft chest. “You’ve never cared about me, Qing Ping.”

Her tone was certain and calm, as if she were talking about something insignificant. She thought she had achieved perfect composure, but a faint flicker of hope still rose in her heart, waiting for a single word of denial from the Taoist.

But Qing Ping said nothing. She lay there quietly, as if she were asleep.

Gu Xiyue grabbed her forearm and lightly rubbed her head against the woman’s smooth skin, like a small animal seeking affection. But the words she spoke were completely out of place with the intimate atmosphere: “If you never had feelings for me, why did you force yourself to be with me?”

Qing Ping’s lips moved, and two words came out: “Heaven’s will.”

Gu Xiyue closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t help but curse, “To hell with your heaven’s will.” Feeling utterly exhausted, she curled up in the woman’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.

The princess and the commoner lived happily together, but after seven years, they were both tired.

That night, Qing Ping left the magnificent villa, the home she had shared with Gu Xiyue for seven years. She took nothing with her, arriving empty-handed and leaving the same way. She felt no nostalgia and never looked back.

Her departure was calm. No one would have guessed that this was a goodbye where they would never see each other again.

A security guard saw her and greeted her with a smile, “Qing Ping, going to buy breakfast for the young miss so early?”

Qing Ping’s steps paused. She suddenly remembered that she hadn’t prepared breakfast for Gu Xiyue yet. Gu Xiyue had a delicate stomach and couldn’t handle typical breakfasts. She instinctively wanted to turn back but then found it amusing. Since they had already broken up, why be so sentimental?

It would look like she was trying to get her back.

Qing Ping had never loved Gu Xiyue.

But seven years ago, on that overpass, she had thrown two copper coins and divined Gu Xiyue’s life fate—”a born demonic star, destined to destroy the world.”

That’s why she accepted Gu Xiyue’s pursuit.

It wasn’t out of pity, compassion, or love at first sight. It was simply a desire to change that world-destroying destiny.

Gu Xiyue was supposed to experience the death of her parents, a terrible tragedy, and the harshness of the world in her sixteenth year. Then the demonic seed inside her would awaken, and she would bring ruin to everything.

So Qing Ping had to be by Gu Xiyue’s side, to accompany her through the most difficult seven years of her life.

Just as a Buddha offers his body to a tiger, she offered her body to a demon.

The streetlights were dim, and a fine drizzle fell.

She walked slowly, unsheltered by an umbrella, and looked at the city sparkling with neon lights. She narrowed her eyes—the world was still safe and sound, peaceful and prosperous. She had finally succeeded.

But she felt no joy. Her usually detached heart was now throbbing faintly, not for the people of the world, but for the innocent and willful demon.

She wondered if she had been too unfair to Gu Xiyue.

But it was too late for these thoughts. Even if Gu Xiyue hadn’t broken up with her, Qing Ping still had to leave. She was going to die.

She was destined to die at the age of twenty-six. This, too, was heaven’s will.

She would not defy it.

Qing Ping returned to the White Crane Monastery, leaving the city’s hustle and bustle behind to resume her life before she went down the mountain. She worked from sunrise to sunset, and in her free time, she read books and gazed at the stars. Her life was peaceful and comfortable.

But sometimes, looking at the moonlight seeping through the window or listening to the rain on the withered leaves, she couldn’t help but think of her old lover in the distant city.

That person was clearly a delicate little princess but was forced to grow into a cold and unyielding woman. She wondered if anyone would remember to remove the pea from under her down pillow so the little princess could sleep soundly.

She wondered if she was doing well.

Qing Ping, who understood heaven’s will and was always detached, suddenly felt a pang of reluctance.

So, as her lifespan neared its end, she set up an altar and performed a ritual, doing something that was not part of destiny’s rules.

She changed the demon’s fate.

Ten years ago, Qing Ping used fifty years of her lifespan to foresee that earth-shattering natural disaster. She went down the mountain, traveling all over to save tens of thousands of people, accumulating countless merits.

According to the Dao of Heaven, she should have used those merits to ascend to immortality, sitting high in the clouds, free from human love and suffering.

But she gave up this opportunity that countless people longed for, taking those billions of merits to change the fate of one demon.

Heaven had decreed a life of wandering and hardship for that person, but she decreed a life of peace and happiness.

Qing Ping had practiced the Dao for decades, always following heaven’s will, but in her final moments, she finally rebelled. After she finished everything, she prepared herself, then died happily.

After Qing Ping breathed her last, a strange visitor arrived at the abandoned White Crane Monastery.

The person was wearing a black long dress. Her figure was graceful, her slender waist seeming too delicate to grasp.

If Qing Ping were still conscious, she would surely have held her waist and sighed softly, “You’ve lost weight again.” She had always loved holding the woman’s waist, even in bed.

But she would never open her eyes again.

Gu Xiyue thought that these clear eyes would finally be gone forever.

Gu Xiyue walked to the bedside and leaned down, her hand first caressing the woman’s eyes and then slowly moving down to her lips.

The person before her still had the same beautiful features, looking as if she were just sleeping peacefully, but her body was cold, lifeless, and without any warmth.

Gu Xiyue, however, smiled. She laughed silently, laughing until her pupils began to turn red.

She held the Taoist’s cold body in her arms, her chin resting on the top of her head. Bloody tears streamed down both sides of her face, slowly running over the corners of the Taoist’s eyes.

At a glance, it looked as if the Taoist was also crying, sharing her sorrow.

Gu Xiyue’s red pupils revealed a bone-deep despair and a savage, beast-like stubbornness.

Unlike the Taoist, she never believed in heaven’s will.

Even if it meant death and the dissipation of her soul, even if she knew she was a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, she would still fight against heaven.

The figures of the two in the White Crane Monastery gradually faded, turning into specks of dust.

And Qing Ping, who should have died, suddenly opened her eyes in a strange place. A mechanical and emotionless voice sounded in her ear: “Scan complete. System binding in progress…”

“System binding complete.”

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