The Abused Novel Heroine Became a Clingy Sweetheart [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1
You Ting died.
She died in May, on an unknown small island.
The salty seawater completely enveloped her, and seaweed tangled around her slender white ankles.
Her eyes were wide open, the pupils—dark with a hint of faint blue—had already begun to dilate.
Her hair unfurled strand by strand in the water, gently swaying with the current, like Medusa from a myth.
The gate of death opened, and her soul detached from her body, floating beside her, watching her motionless “self” in the seawater.
It was an extremely unfamiliar and strange feeling.
You Ting frowned slightly.
Because she suddenly realized that, apart from her name, she couldn’t remember anything else.
Her identity, background, or the cause of her death.
Did she commit suicide? Slip and fall? Or… was she murdered?
[Detecting a compatible soul entity, requesting binding.]
A mechanical electronic voice suddenly rang in her ear, as if submerged in water, mixed with a slight static noise.
A white glowing panel appeared out of thin air before You Ting’s eyes. The topmost line, written in code, slowly materialized:
[Three Realms Quick Transmigration System Binding Protocol]
Below it was a detailed introduction to the origin and purpose of the system, which You Ting quickly scanned.
At the very bottom were two glowing option buttons: YES or NO.
[If you select YES, the system will automatically bind. When all missions are completed, the host’s wish can be granted.]
The electronic voice reappeared, seemingly adjusted. This time it sounded more like a five or six-year-old child.
[For example, recovering your memories, and—]
[Rebirth.]
Undeniably, it was an excellent lure.
You Ting raised her hand and pressed “YES” without any hesitation.
She was already dead anyway; how much worse could things get?
Rather than being a clueless, wandering spirit, she might as well take a gamble.
The instant her finger touched the button, the panel transformed into glowing butterflies that scattered, landed on You Ting, and dissolved into her body.
She clearly felt that, from then on, there was something extra in her mind.
The deep sea, the corpse, the small island—everything disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, You Ting was transported to a space full of flowing data.
This time, the childish electronic voice seemed to appear directly in the depths of her mind.
[Welcome to the System Space. Please prepare, Host.]
Countless data codes formed a light door in front of You Ting, which slightly opened a crack, enticing her like a veiled pipa player.
The moment You Ting stepped in, she heard the announcement of the start:
[Now, it’s the game time.]
The book pages fluttering on the desk by the wind, the electronic books scrolled through on mobile phones, those novels that stirred the readers’ emotions of joy, anger, and sorrow.
Are they truly just books?
No.
Perhaps, they are small worlds in a lower dimension.
These small worlds are like dust suspended in the air.
Normally difficult to capture with the naked eye, but if they undergo an anomaly, they will explode like striking a spark.
The Three Realms Quick Transmigration System came into being precisely because of this. You Ting’s mission is to help the female protagonists of these abusive romance worlds escape their stomach-churning plots.
When You Ting opened her eyes again, she was in an airplane seat.
Bright light streamed in through the window pane, and she squinted slightly.
A barrage of unfamiliar settings rushed in like a tide, causing a momentary ache in her forehead.
Only after a moment did she fully receive the information about this world.
This was an outdated, abusive romance novel called Overbearing Young Master Falls for Me: My Pampered Wife Can’t Escape.
The female protagonist, named Bai Nianzhao, was the family’s abandoned child due to her identity as an illegitimate daughter and was sent to the You family as a substitute bride.
The male protagonist is the You family’s young master, who had a car accident and is now confined to a wheelchair.
You Ting’s current identity is the You family’s eldest daughter, a cannon fodder character in the original plot responsible for throwing a cheque in the female lead’s face.
The current plot development has just reached the point where the young master broke his leg and was hospitalized. Upon receiving the news, the You eldest daughter, who was traveling abroad, immediately boarded a flight back home.
After sorting out the character relationships, You Ting picked up her bag beside her, found her phone, and scrolled through it.
There were selfies of the woman in the photo album, which surprisingly looked almost exactly like her original appearance.
You Ting thoughtfully closed the album and then opened WeChat.
The last message in the family group chat before the phone disconnected from the network was the young master throwing a major tantrum:
“Within three days, I want to see the company that manufactured the car I was driving vanish from the city!”
The corners of her lips couldn’t help but curve slightly.
This young master had a very fitting name for his declaration of power—
You Aofeng (roughly meaning ‘Arrogant Wind’).
…
…
The flight arrived, and You Ting stepped out of the airport wearing sunglasses.
The driver assigned by the You family to pick her up had been waiting outside for a long time, eagerly taking her large and small pieces of luggage.
After getting in the car, the driver asked, “Miss, are you going home first?”
“No,” You Ting said, “To the hospital first.”
All the You family members were currently in the hospital room. She wanted to meet this male protagonist who was threatening to make the world crumble for him.
The driver was not surprised.
Everyone knew that the eldest daughter was left by the previous wife and was not favored by the old master.
Therefore, the eldest daughter was always obedient to the young master to gain some favors.
It was then that You Ting finally had time to turn off her phone’s airplane mode.
Instantly, the WeChat message notifications on the display flashed non-stop, and the phone kept vibrating.
She tapped to open it. More than half of the messages were from her stepmother, Song Zhiqiu, asking if she was too busy and couldn’t rush back even though her younger brother had an accident.
A veiled mix of praise and criticism.
You Ting smiled amusedly.
Would her rushing back somehow enable You Aofeng to stand up and perform a medical miracle?
The remaining messages were either accusations from You Father or invitations from her fair-weather friends.
Her finger paused on one of them:
[Bai Zhenzhen: “Sister Ting, there’s a banquet tonight, are you coming?”]
The only Bai family who would be in the You eldest daughter’s contact list was that one.
She thought for a moment, then replied: “Okay.”
The car stopped in front of the hospital. You Ting took the elevator directly to You Aofeng’s VIP room.
The moment she entered the door, a teacup came whistling toward her head.
You Ting nimbly dodged it.
She raised her eyes and fixed her gaze on the person inside the room.
Her deep black pupils, illuminated by the light, revealed a hint of strange faint blue, appearing especially cold.
On the hospital bed, You Aofeng was still soundly asleep.
You Father sat on the sofa, his face still red with anger. He reprimanded her, “You finally decided to come back. Do you even still care about this family? Do you care about your brother!”
You Ting said emotionlessly: “No.”
The people present were visibly stunned. Seeing You Father about to stand up in a rage, Song Zhiqiu gently advised, “Forget it. Why argue with Xiao Ting? She’s still young. Besides, don’t wake Xiao Feng.”
Mentioning You Aofeng finally suppressed You Father’s anger. He rubbed his forehead and said wearily, “Your mother and I stayed up all night. Today, it’s your turn to take good care of your brother. Notify us when he wakes up.”
After speaking, he pulled Song Zhiqiu and left the room, not forgetting to warn You Ting a few more times before leaving.
You Ting walked to the bedside and looked down at the tightly shut eyes of You Aofeng.
The young man, in his early twenties, had features that leaned toward Song Zhiqiu—delicate and handsome.
In terms of appearance, he certainly had the makings of a male protagonist.
Not long after, You Aofeng woke up, coughing heavily a few times.
After seeing clearly who was sitting beside him, he frowned. His peach blossom eyes tilted up, giving You Ting an eye-roll expression that could be mapped out on a pie chart.
Three parts coldness, three parts wickedness, and three parts nonchalance.
“Pour me a glass of water.”
A tone of command and entitlement.
The You eldest daughter, who was glamorous in the eyes of outsiders, was treated no better than a servant in the eyes of the You family.
You Ting was peeling an apple, not even raising her head: “You broke your leg, not your hand.”
Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, You Aofeng glared at her angrily: “You Ting! What is this attitude! You’d better recognize your place…”
His furious words stopped abruptly because You Ting suddenly leaned closer and directly shoved the apple into his mouth.
Before You Aofeng could react, You Ting raised her other hand, which held the fruit knife, and stabbed straight down.
He widened his eyes in horror instinctively.
The fruit knife stabbed into the apple without hesitation, quickly and accurately.
The gleaming blade flashed coldly in You Aofeng’s eyes.
His breathing quickened uncontrollably. A sense of lingering fear swept over him, as if he were back at the car accident scene facing near-death again.
You Ting stared directly at You Aofeng. Her eyes, as black as ink, were like the boundless deep sea, showing no hint of emotion.
She opened her mouth, her voice cold: “I don’t want to hear impolite words a second time.”
You Ting picked up her bag and stood up. Her beautiful and distant eyebrows slightly furrowed, “You got into an accident because you were street racing and weren’t skilled enough, and now you’re taking your anger out on the brand of the car.”
She gave a light “tsk.” The insult was highly damaging: “How embarrassing.”
The young man on the hospital bed was shocked and angry, so much so that he forgot to remove the apple with the fruit knife sticking out of his mouth, making him look utterly foolish.
You Ting withdrew her gaze, finding it quite uninteresting. She left the room, her final words before stepping out:
“Compared to your current name, I still prefer your nickname—”
“Big Fur.”
You Aofeng’s face completely turned green.
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