The Film Queen’s Little Bunny Wife - Chapter 64: Extra Story Two

In the world before Rabbit Jiaojiao transmigrated, Ling Hanyan lived a life of solitude and freedom, without any scandals, lovers, or children.

In her final moments, she slept away, alone in a bed at a nursing home.

However, if you asked who Ling Hanyan was, people from eighty-year-old grandmothers to three-year-old children could tell you about her eloquently.

She was the Crane Spirit Empress Qin Qianhe in people’s hearts, the dashing and unforgettable police officer Rong Mian, and Jiang Wuyao who embodied the sentiment that love is letting go, not just a fleeting romance…

Not to mention the countless well-known historical roles she played Empresses Dowager, Empresses, and leading female characters after time had left its mark on her face.

On set, directors called her an all-rounder and a blank canvas, capable of playing and bringing life to any character.

Yet, even people who didn’t watch movies were familiar with her name.

This was because Ling Hanyan could not find a suitable partner in the world, so she quietly dedicated herself to the entire nation.

When she wasn’t working, she would follow her heart, traveling between various charity galas and public welfare activities.

Whether it was fundraising for seriously ill patients, protecting wildlife habitats, advocating for reading and broadening the horizons of children in mountainous areas, or championing the flag of equality and providing shelter for girls to help them find their self-worth… Ling Hanyan’s solitary figure was always present.

After her death, when the outside world settled her assets, they were surprised to find that this top-tier actress, both nationally and internationally, who had received a Lifetime Achievement Award, did not have many savings.

People estimated her money could have fully purchased several villas in good locations and excellent environments. However, according to the information provided by her agent, she had lived in a quiet, modest community her entire life.

People knew she had no great interest in making money or speculating in real estate, as Ling Hanyan once said on a show, “Enough to spend is enough.”

All her money was unconditionally donated to all corners of society, indirectly nurturing countless people.

People only knew that although Ling Hanyan always maintained a cold, serious expression when alive, her personality and heart were genuinely kind.

What they didn’t know was that her authentic self and the persona she presented were completely consistent, without any discrepancy. Ling Hanyan was worthy of the unique affection of her vast fan base.

On the day of her funeral, the heavens wept, and the heavy rain poured down, praying for her.

Yet, those who came to mourn Ling Hanyan seemed completely oblivious to the rain. Everyone was crying, mourning her passing and moved by her noble character.

Rain mixed with tears, sprinkling onto the ground. A few months later, layers of fragrant, high-mountain wild roses bloomed at her grave.

The people who came to lay flowers for Ling Hanyan couldn’t help but shed light tears again upon seeing the cluster of wild roses. They held a stubborn, wishful belief that this was a sign of Ling Hanyan being accepted by God, and that she had returned to Heaven.

#LingHanyan’sLastWildRoses was her final trending topic.

Putting aside what the world thought, Ling Hanyan herself was currently in a state of utter confusion.

She never imagined she would end up looking like this. Shouldn’t a person turn into a ghost or simply dissipate after death?

What was happening to her?

Her hands had turned into large, furry paws, her body had become some kind of four legged running mammal, her hearing was extraordinarily acute, and a fluffy, long tail trailed behind her. Her fur was a mix of reddish brown and tawny colors.

While trying to find a water source to see her true reflection, she carefully recalled her later years. Not only did she avoid senile dementia, but her body was still sturdy. People said life in a nursing home was lonely, and other seniors struggled to adapt.

But for her, the decades leading up to it had been much the same. Being alone was deeply satisfying for her.

Moreover, after entering the nursing home, she received attentive care and occasional activities, making life even more comfortable.

She vaguely remembered one day while strolling down the mountain, she spotted something white shaking in the bushes. Thinking it was a discarded plastic bag, Ling Hanyan walked over to pick up the trash.

Unexpectedly, what landed in her arms was a clean, soft white rabbit, completely stained with dirt from burrowing in the tree hollow.

This white rabbit was quite different from common bunnies; its fur was very long and shaggy, like it had been clipped from a Samoyed and glued on.

Ling Hanyan had a fondness for rabbits. If it had been a few years earlier and she had encountered such a rabbit in a pet shop, she might have adopted it.

But now, she was limited by her physical condition. As she aged, her body was steadily deteriorating, and she knew she couldn’t safely raise this little white rabbit.

Besides, its muscles were firm, its eyes were alert, and every movement held a hint of wildness, clearly not someone’s pampered pet bunny.

Thinking this, she called a caregiver, telling them she had something to do and was going out, so they didn’t need to follow.

Then, she put the seemingly stunned rabbit in her bag, skirted around the crowd, and released it at the foot of the mountain.

She thought she would head back to the nursing home once the long-haired rabbit was out of her sight.

However, the rabbit seemed to have a mind of its own. After landing, it sniffed around but barely moved, still lingering around Ling Hanyan, unwilling to approach but also unwilling to leave.

This sight utterly astonished Ling Hanyan. It reminded her of the time when she was young and adopted a stray cat from a variety show to alleviate her loneliness.

That similarly white kitten must have felt the same way when it first arrived at her home.

A bit reserved, a bit scared, and after finally getting used to it and calming down, its gaze would still never leave her, constantly circling her feet.

Little White (Xiao Bai) and this rabbit shared many similarities.

At this thought, Ling Hanyan’s desire to keep the rabbit intensified. She squatted down to look at it, her eyes filled with compassion and a thread of nostalgia for her younger self, seen through the rabbit.

“If you don’t leave soon, I’ll catch you and keep you in ten minutes,” Ling Hanyan said slowly, narrowing her eyes. She didn’t care if it answered; she said it and meant it.

Rabbit Jiaojiao, who had not yet formally stepped onto the path of cultivation, naturally did not speak in response. She couldn’t even grasp the specific meaning of Ling Hanyan’s words.

But she expressed her intention to cling to this lady through her actions.

As the only Angora long haired rabbit with cultivation potential on Mt. Mingling, a trace of wisdom was slowly budding in her small head, and she saw a constant stream of red energy surrounding Ling Hanyan.

The first time she saw it, she felt it was an incredible treasure and had to find a way to get it for her own use!

Ten minutes quickly passed. Perhaps the older people get, the more childlike their nature becomes. Ling Hanyan felt she had ascertained the rabbit’s intent.

She simply scooped the rabbit back into her arms, called a car to the pet hospital, gave the little rabbit a full-body check-up, and then had many rabbit care items delivered to the nursing home.

The caregivers were very gentle toward the elderly. In their minds, these people were at the age for enjoying their remaining years, and they should do whatever they wished.

After its bath, the little rabbit was clean and beautiful, even more stunning than the top pet in any shop. Everyone assumed Ling Hanyan had spontaneously purchased the little fellow, and they immediately welcomed Rabbit Jiaojiao’s arrival.

Ling Hanyan didn’t give the rabbit a name, calling it “Rabbit” or “Little Rabbit” every day.

The rabbit became her favorite, and also her shadow.

Ling Hanyan took it everywhere she went, even occasionally bringing the rabbit, tucked in her bag, when she received invitations to be a mentor or a special guest.

Everyone said Ling Hanyan had excellent taste in pets; they had never seen such a cute and obedient little rabbit.

Under the nourishment of the film empress’s red energy, Rabbit Jiaojiao slowly gained sentience, felt spiritual energy, and stepped into the world of cultivation.

She had unintentionally run out of Mt. Mingling but never expected to truly find the answer she had always sought in the outside world.

Several years passed. By the time Rabbit Jiaojiao finally researched a perfectly compatible cultivation method with the help of the red energy, she knew it was time for her to leave.

If she continued to stay with Ling Hanyan, not only would it expose her abnormality, but it might also implicate the elderly woman.

On a foggy morning where morning dew dripped from the leaves, she pulled out a large clump of fur from her belly, placed it beside Ling Hanyan’s pillow, and hopped away from the nursing home.

Rabbit Jiaojiao thought she had done everything flawlessly, but little did she know that Ling Hanyan had long seen through her little trick.

She checked the surveillance footage, knew the rabbit left on its own, heading straight for the back mountain. Her heart felt a sense of relief, and she buried this interspecies friendship.

When others asked, she only said her strength was failing this year, and the rabbit had been given away.

She walked and walked until she reached a water source and looked at her reflection. She realized: she was now a tawny fox wandering in the wilderness, neither very small nor fully grown. She didn’t know if she was an adult yet.

Ling Hanyan clearly knew that her life as a human should have ended at that moment; she was well aware of her own physical condition.

But being reincarnated as a fox was something she had not anticipated. Thinking back, the only thing she could connect it to was the rabbit she found a few years ago.

Did it grant her a second life? When she was a human, her life, though smooth, was also boring. She figured continuing life as a small, yet sharp clawed and sharp toothed red fox would be very interesting.

Circling around a huge stone tablet engraved with “Mt. Mingling,” she flicked her tail, her heart feeling a little excited.

Her nose caught the scent of a rabbit. She wondered if it was that long-haired white rabbit.

But at the same time, she felt somewhat conflicted. Rabbits… were highly likely on the fox’s menu, weren’t they? If her appetite took over then, she wondered if she would be able to control herself.

When she was human, her thoughts were always clear and natural. She hadn’t been a fox for long, yet her mind was already a mess.

This feeling was novel. Ling Hanyan’s eyes curved in a smile, adding a few more shades of seductive charm to her already charming fox face.

Unfortunately, rushing to the scene, the rabbit she saw was light gray, clearly not hers.

Before she could feel disappointed, she inexplicably felt a chill down her spine.

Several years had passed, and Rabbit Jiaojiao was now a fully grown, mature rabbit.

This day, she went to find a life extending spiritual herb for her sister. On her way back, she smelled the despicable scent of a fox!

She hastened her pace to save her sister, releasing spiritual power as she ran. Before she could steady herself upon arrival, she let out a loud cry: “Gugugugu!”

That stinky fox dares to approach my sister! Watch out, or this Miss will skin you and make a coat!

The fox seemed to be foolish. Instead of fleeing after being suppressed by the spiritual power, it eagerly rushed forward.

Boldly pinning down the little rabbit, it washed her face with saliva.

Rabbit Jiaojiao’s anger intensified. It was the first time a herbivorous rabbit had murderous intent!

But when she focused her eyes, preparing to strike, she gave a soft “gu” and her body went limp.

Through the faint shadows, she saw a large amount of bright red light swirling around the fox. This red light came from all directions but clung tightly to its body, looking at first glance as if it were growing out of it!

The color, quantity, and unique way these red energies flowed looked extremely familiar to the rabbit, just like…

The kind and gentle aunt she had met when she secretly ran out a few years ago!

Instantly, Rabbit Jiaojiao was no longer upset or angry. Without the nourishment of the red energy, she certainly couldn’t have opened the door to cultivation on her own.

If she hadn’t been able to start cultivating, she would have been like her sister and the other Angora rabbits her life would be short, ending when she reached its limit.

In other words, calling her a life-saving benefactor was not an exaggeration!

Raising her eyes again, her gaze toward the fox was moist and adorable. Rabbit Jiaojiao’s voice softened, and she immediately relaxed her body, “Gugugugu…”

Have you, have you seen me before? If I remember correctly, you raised me for three years, seven months, and fifteen days.