The Female Lead of the Abusive Novel Can Hear My Heart's Voice - Chapter 12

Xia Mucai followed the sense of her main body all the way to a garbage dump.

On the way, she passed a main road in the villa district. A garbage truck had stopped there in the middle of the night. Now the truck was gone, but it left behind two long skid marks and a pool of blood.

She could sense traces of her main body’s power lingering here.

The lucky cat didn’t just attract wealth it could also bring people good luck.

The neighbors had said: “Thank goodness those two garbage collectors had their seatbelts on last night. A stray cat suddenly appeared, and the emergency brake they pulled if they hadn’t buckled up, they would’ve flown out the windshield.”

Xia Mucai had extremely keen hearing and caught this piece of gossip.

It turned out her main body had protected the two garbage collectors last night saving their lives.

Another housekeeper added, “They were fine at first, but suddenly started fighting each other. No idea who won. The police came to look for clues, but who knows if they found anything.”

“Just look at all that blood. It must’ve been a serious fight probably fatal.”

Xia Mucai pieced together the story from eavesdropping here and there: the two men got into a deadly fight. According to human society’s rules, the police would now investigate.

She followed the sense of her main body ahead of the police and arrived at a towering garbage dump.

The stench was strong from afar, with vultures circling overhead and all sorts of disgusting bugs gathered. If she didn’t know her main body was here, she’d never come near such a place.

Flies mistook her for fresh garbage, swarming toward her as if trying to make contact. Xia Mucai was instantly disgusted.

She didn’t even dare swat them away, afraid of getting filth on her hands.

For a moment, she didn’t even want her main body anymore.

But it was hers. How could she abandon it?

She swore to take a thorough bath when she got home wash every inch of herself clean. The clothes she was wearing were unsalvageable, and the shoes too.

Xia Mucai searched one side of the dump. Unbeknownst to her, Xia Chi had secretly followed her and was searching the other side. If she knew, she’d probably hug Xia Chi and cry it was the kind of bond forged through life and death situations.

She broke off a dusty tree branch by the roadside to poke through the trash. Every time she opened a plastic bag, she had to cover her nose. Her disgust was written all over her face.

Anyone would be disgusted.

You could never guess what was under those plastic bags food scraps or unmentionable brown goo. The contents defied imagination.

Not long after, she heard a faint “Help me” in the air. Her ears twitched. She couldn’t tell whether it was a man or a woman the voice was raspy, like the speaker was about to die in the dump.

Xia Mucai frowned. Was it possible her main body had turned into some sort of evil object? Had those two humans feared it so much they fought over it, and the loser dumped the body in the landfill?

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her main body was supposed to bring luck how could it die so easily?

She slowly approached the source of the voice, thinking: The one holding my main body won’t die. Meeting the heroine is meeting a lifesaver.

Sure enough, she saw Xia Chi on the other side of the trash heap, pulling a man out like she was uprooting a radish. The man was clutching a wooden box her main body.

Xia Chi noticed her and waved from halfway up the garbage hill, holding up the box. “Sister, is this what you were looking for?!”

Xia Mucai didn’t even want to respond this dump smelled horrible, and she still had the energy to shout?

The man had been buried in the garbage. If Xia Chi hadn’t followed her, Xia Mucai’s cleanliness obsession might’ve kept her from retrieving her main body even after spotting it.

[Sigh] Xia Mucai sighed inwardly. She was glad the heroine came, but also upset at the invasion of her privacy.

More than that, she felt distressed.

[Why is she like this? It’s so filthy here why would she follow me?]

Xia Mucai stood there and watched Xia Chi tuck the wooden box under her elbow and drag the wounded, barely conscious man down the trash hill.

She instinctively moved to shield them, spreading her arms slightly, in case Xia Chi lost her balance and tumbled down.

Fortunately, they made it safely. Without caring about the filth on Xia Chi, Xia Mucai rushed forward and hugged her tightly.

[So silly… why is the heroine so silly? She got herself so dirty it’ll be hard to clean up when we get back. Why did she follow me?]

Xia Chi was stunned by the sudden hug. Hearing Xia Mucai call her “silly” in her thoughts, she disagreed.

In her heart, she denied it. “I’m not silly at all. I heard you say this thing was important to you, so I came to get it back for you.”

Xia Mucai couldn’t hear Xia Chi’s thoughts. The better Xia Chi treated her, the more guilty she felt.

She whispered in Xia Chi’s ear, “Let’s go home and take a good bath.”

She didn’t mean to speak so intimately near Xia Chi’s ear, but the dump smelled so bad she didn’t even want to breathe, let alone speak aloud.

Xia Chi was covered in grime and black stains from dragging the man. She handed the wooden box to Xia Mucai.

“Let’s go. Let’s go back.”

The man dumped in the landfill was the garbage truck intern from the night before. His name was “Brother Qiang.” Afraid of death, and stronger due to years of manual labor, he had beaten the young intern badly, though he got injured too his arm had a deep gash.

He was in his mid 30s, had no family, and after the murder, he went to the city’s busiest nightclub, thinking the crowds would keep ghosts away.

Drunk out of his mind, he got kicked out of the club and lay in the middle of the street, hair a mess, looking like a homeless man.

Xia Mucai and Xia Chi immediately turned the young intern over to the police and went home to clean up. They didn’t know how things progressed afterward.

Before dying, the intern mumbled, “That wasn’t a curse… it was a god that brings luck.”

The thing in the box had told him before his death that it was a lucky cat one that brings good fortune. Meeting it had been his blessing.

When he opened his eyes and saw the woman, he knew the thing in the box wasn’t lying. It had been a blessing.

He weakly grabbed Xia Chi’s hand and struggled to ask, “What’s your name…”

His obsidian eyes shone with clarity and hope, but the woman simply pulled her hand away and walked off.

Later, after his face was cleaned, the police chief recognized him.

Wasn’t this the youngest son of the Gao family from the military district?

That striking face was the spitting image of his older brother, currently serving in the army.

If Xia Mucai knew she had saved the original novel’s second male lead, she’d probably go bang her head against a wall.

Back home, fresh from the bath, she hugged her lucky cat main body in bed and murmured, “My main body… thank goodness you’re safe. You scared me to death today.”

The palm-sized lucky cat had a divine aura. But on closer inspection, it didn’t look that different from any ordinary figurine.

The only difference was that it was too perfect. Any flaw would be glaring ruining its beauty.

Xia Mucai held her main body close and muttered to herself, “The male and female leads’ engagement banquet is coming up. That’s when the second male lead will show up. One male lead is already a headache now another one?”

Still, she wasn’t too worried.

“The second male lead is the only one in the book who genuinely treats the heroine well. His appearance is like a sweet date in the middle of her bitter life.”

But compared to the warmth Xia Mucai now gave Xia Chi, that “sweet date” was more like an expired, sour, rotten mess.

She began counting all the “deeply loving” things the second male lead would do for the heroine, ticking them off with her fingers.

“First, at the engagement party, the heroine trips on her long dress and the second male lead catches her in time saving her from embarrassment.”

“Second, also at the engagement party,” she said, with a sigh, “this one’s partly my fault as the villainess. I drugged her drink.”

“The second male lead realizes she’s been drugged and takes her to a room. I come barging in to catch them in the act. The male lead gets furious, and from then on, lashes out at the heroine.”

Xia Mucai: “What a sin, what a sin.”

Still, she had to criticize the second male lead.

He looked like he protected the heroine, but in his rivalry with the male lead, he never actually considered what the heroine wanted. He even kissed her multiple times in front of the male lead without her consent.

In Xia Mucai’s eyes, Xia Chi was nothing but a trophy in the battle between the two men. Whoever won would get the beautiful, genetically blessed heroine.

No one cared what Xia Chi wanted.

Another day of feeling sorry for Xia Chi. Every day she looked at her, she felt guilty.

“Cai Cai, let’s go pick out dresses with Mom this afternoon.” Her adoptive mother knocked on the door.

Xia Mucai wearily sat up in bed. “Got it,” she muttered.

The wealthy lady was planning to tamper with the dress the long skirt that would trip Xia Chi was her design. Xia Mucai knew all of it.

So she added, “Take big sister with us.”

“…This…” her adoptive mother hesitated outside the door.

Xia Mucai insisted, “If Xia Chi doesn’t go, I won’t go.”

What she didn’t know was that Xia Chi had overheard this whole conversation.

That one sentence “If Xia Chi doesn’t go, I won’t go.” moved her to tears.

This wasn’t in the original novel. Whether Xia Mucai the lucky cat came or not, Xia Chi would always overhear the villainess’s schemes. Before, she would cry quietly and pretend not to know.

Now, she was moved to tears… and still pretended not to know but everything had changed.

“Okay, okay,” her adoptive mother relented. “Cai Cai, we’ll bring your sister to pick out dresses too.”

For some reason, hearing that made Xia Mucai feel much more at ease.

Maybe because by doing so, she could stop Xia Chi from falling into the second male lead’s arms because of a too long dress hem.