The Mad Beauty and the Sick Young Lady [Transmigration Novel] - Chapter 1

In the morning light, Su Li suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily.

She used her thin hands to pat her chest, her movements sluggish, her eyes vacant, as if she had lost her soul.

After a long daze, she picked up her phone and dialed the number she had long memorized.

The call was quickly answered. Ying Feiyan’s voice was lazy and magnetic:

“What is it, baby, missing me so much? Didn’t we say we’d see each other at the wedding venue at ten? I’m so looking forward to seeing you in your wedding dress, you must be beautiful.”

Normally, hearing such words would have made Su Li’s heart flutter, but now, she felt nothing. Her fingers dug tightly into the phone case.

Her voice hoarse, she asked:

“The other day… did you meet… that Jiang Zhuoye?”

Ying Feiyan paused, then laughed and asked:

“Why are you asking this? We’re getting married soon, don’t you trust me? I’ve never been interested in the flings in the entertainment industry, you know that.”

Su Li’s hand trembled. Clasping the phone, she ignored the cold sweat in her palm and continued to ask:

“You represented your company and sent her a box of chocolates, right?”

Ying Feiyan was silent again, and after a moment, she replied:

“Haha, yes, what about it? This is a company business event. You’re not jealous over this, are you? Baby, you’re really amazing, knowing about such trivial things without even leaving the house… Wait for me obediently at the wedding venue, I want to”

With a “click,” Su Li hung up the phone, cutting off Ying Feiyan’s sweet talk abruptly.

Ying Feiyan put down the phone, frowned, and then lightly scoffed.

On this side, Su Li couldn’t stop trembling from the inside out, and her heart gradually turned cold.

She had a long, long dream last night, and everything in the dream… actually matched reality!

In the dream, the entire world was a Baihe (Girls’ Love/Yuri) novel titled Born to be a Perfect Match Loves You. Ying Feiyan was the female lead A, Jiang Zhuoye was the female lead O, and Su Li herself was just the sickly cannon fodder female supporting character who would die halfway through the plot!

In the novel, Ying Feiyan and Jiang Zhuoye first met just one week before Ying Feiyan’s wedding date.

At that time, Ying Feiyan represented her company and gave Jiang Zhuoye a box of expensive chocolates. The two connected through this, and Jiang Zhuoye became the company’s spokesperson.

One was a dominant CEO top A, the other was a celebrity top O. Naturally, ambiguity arose during their collaboration.

Ying Feiyan felt guilty about her perpetually ill wife Su Li at home, while simultaneously getting entangled with Jiang Zhuoye, even telling Jiang Zhuoye:

“I love her, but I also love you. I’m in so much pain, what should I do?”

In the middle of the plot, after a huge fight with Ying Feiyan, Su Li fell ill and lay in the hospital, struggling to breathe with a ventilator.

At the same time, Ying Feiyan went to take care of the drunk Jiang Zhuoye. Under the pheromone seduction of the top O, Ying Feiyan and Jiang Zhuoye slept together and missed the hospital’s call.

Su Li passed away due to her illness on the very night Ying Feiyan and Jiang Zhuoye were intimate.

Afterward, Ying Feiyan, though conflicted and pained, took over the resources of the Su family, became a business overlord, and Jiang Zhuoye won an international film award. The two became an enviable couple. And Su Li’s name was completely forgotten by the world…

Recalling the plot of the dream world, Su Li’s 22-year-old worldview completely collapsed.

She had secretly loved Ying Feiyan since she differentiated into a top O at age 16. Until a year ago, when Ying Feiyan actively confessed to her, Su Li was so happy she almost fainted.

Back then, her parents objected, but Su Li resorted to hunger strikes and self-harm to force her parents’ consent. Just as she was about to marry the love of her life, Ying Feiyan, she learned such a cruel truth!

Su Li gripped the book on the table, her fingers turning white at the knuckles from the force.

She stood up. Her long cotton nightgown outlined her thin and slender figure. Her waist was delicately small, and her ankles were almost as slender as her wrists.

Su Li clutched her chest and walked out of the room. The servants outside, busy decorating with ribbons, balloons, and flowers, seeing her, asked one after another:

“Miss, are you feeling unwell again?”

“Miss is having chest pains again? Today is the big day, we can’t delay! Hurry and call Doctor Quan over!”

Su Li waved her hand to stop everyone and said softly:

“The wedding today… I won’t be going.”

The servants were in an uproar, and someone immediately ran downstairs to fetch Su Li’s parents.

Su Li returned to her room, washed up, changed into a black outfit, grabbed her bag, and went straight to the garage on the second basement floor of the villa.

In the garage, a brand-new silver Maybach was gleaming. It was her wedding gift for Ying Feiyan, a global limited edition that she had waited in line for half a year to purchase.

Ying Feiyan loved cars, and Su Li had imagined many times what she would look like seeing this car, but now, it was impossible to give it to Ying Feiyan.

She would rather drive it away and throw it out than give it to a person like Ying Feiyan!

Su Li tossed her bag inside and sat in the driver’s seat, her trembling hands touching the steering wheel.

She hadn’t driven for a long time, so her skills were a bit rusty, but at this moment, an unnamed fire burned in her heart, making her mind strangely clear, and her hands and feet automatically knew what to do.

She shifted gears, and the sports car let out a low roar, driving out of the garage.

Su Li had already asked her voice assistant to check Jiang Zhuoye’s schedule. Today, Jiang Zhuoye was doing an event at a certain mall in North City. She drove the sports car straight to the mall.

Her eyes were constantly moist, and Su Li bit her teeth tightly to keep the tears from falling. Her lower lip was clamped by her porcelain-white teeth, and her usually sickly pale cheeks now had an abnormal flush.

Right now, her family must be arguing with Ying Feiyan’s side… Heh, the ridiculous thing was that for so many years, almost all her focus had been on Ying Feiyan, and she had never truly seen the world.

She had never even met Jiang Zhuoye, the female lead of the entire world!

Perhaps all women were like this upon discovering their lover’s infidelity, they would always try to see the “other woman,” at least to figure out what she looked like.

Su Li was unwilling to accept this. She had a congenital heart condition, underwent heart surgery at 12, but could not fully recover. She constantly yielded and compromised, rarely went out, and could not enjoy any normal life pleasures.

After surviving so hard for so many years, the result was such a laughable outcome. She was truly indignant! Unwilling to admit defeat!

The car drove into the mall, but she couldn’t find a parking space. Su Li circled outside three times and finally parked in a slightly further outdoor spot.

Su Li coughed violently a few times, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Many men and women were crowded at the mall entrance, and light boards with “Jiang Zhuoye” written on them were everywhere.

A group of people seemed to be walking out of the mall, and the crowd burst into screams:

“Jiang Zhuoye! Ah! So beautiful!”

Su Li walked forward. She was very thin and managed to squeeze through the gaps in the excited crowd quite easily, finally standing in the front row.

Just as she steadied herself and looked up, Su Li met a pair of indifferent eyes.

Wearing a dark green floor length dress that exposed her toned calves, the woman was slender and tall, her skin strikingly pale, and her whole being exuded a blinding, heart stinging sexiness.

She was truly, incredibly beautiful.

There was no doubt, this was Jiang Zhuoye. This level of beauty was unparalleled in the world.

For a few seconds, Su Li’s mind was completely blank, only filled with those breathtakingly beautiful eyes.

The eye contact lasted only one second. Jiang Zhuoye calmly looked away and continued walking forward expressionlessly, ignoring the screaming fans around her.

Su Li noticed that even though the fans were emotional, none of them dared to actually reach out and touch the hem of Jiang Zhuoye’s clothes. Some wanted to reach out but didn’t dare, looking very awkward.

As Jiang Zhuoye walked past Su Li, a fresh scent wafted over.

It was like the smell of grass shooting up in a forest after a rain.

Su Li was stunned for a moment, then remembered what she had planned on the way. She quickly stepped forward, stretched out both hands, and blocked Jiang Zhuoye’s path.

The surrounding fans’ screams suddenly stopped.

Jiang Zhuoye frowned slightly, and that perfectly flawless, painting-like face showed a hint of impatience.

Many staff members were following behind Jiang Zhuoye. Seeing Su Li’s action, they all rushed forward, wanting to move Su Li away.

But Su Li looked frail and sickly, swaying as she stood there. No one dared to physically touch her, they could only yell warnings from the side.

Su Li tossed the car key in her hand to Jiang Zhuoye.

Jiang Zhuoye remained motionless and didn’t even look at the key. Instead, the assistant beside her quickly caught it.

Su Li’s flush, fueled by anger on the way, had long faded. Her face was pale as paper, her eyes wet and glistening.

Her lips were tightly pressed together, only managing to squeeze out two words:

“For you. C402.”

The latter number was the parking spot number.

The assistant who caught the key was stunned at first, then immediately stepped forward, wanting to return the key. However, Su Li quickly retreated and slipped into the crowd, disappearing as quickly as she had arrived.

She left behind a clamoring crowd of fans and a group of flustered staff.

Amidst the surging crowd, Jiang Zhuoye stood still, gazing in the direction Su Li had escaped, lost in thought.

Su Li hailed a taxi by the roadside and returned to her family’s villa.

In the taxi, she could see a group of people standing outside her villa gate.

Su Li sighed lightly. She hadn’t thought about the consequences of her actions just now. Now, she would need to spend a lot of time and effort to convince her conservative parents.

Fortunately, Ying Feiyan was not in the crowd, so Su Li wouldn’t lose control on the spot.

She stepped out of the taxi. Her mother immediately rushed over, her face full of unconcealed concern, but her opening words were a scolding:

“You child, how dare you run off on your wedding day? Where did you go just now? Didn’t you drive the car? Where is the car?”

Su Li flinched:

“I gave that car away.”

Her mother’s eyebrows shot up, about to speak, but her father behind her raised a hand to stop her and ushered his daughter:

“Come inside and talk.”

Su Li was escorted by everyone inside. As soon as she walked through the door, she saw Ying Feiyan sitting impeccably on the family’s luxurious sofa.

Su Li’s breath hitched.

Her heart began to pound uncontrollably with sharp pain.

The person before her was her entire youth, the person she had deeply loved for half her life. But in the near future, this person would hold another woman, saying she loved her, right by Su Li’s hospital bed.

Su Li had always thought she knew Ying Feiyan well. She knew her favorite food, preferred brands, loved books, and conversational quirks; she knew her complex family background and understood her ideals and ambitions, and she knew what kind of lover she needed.

She had spent her whole life shaping herself into the ideal type Ying Feiyan described, only to get this result.

As the dream recounted, at this very moment, Ying Feiyan, while marrying her, already harbored considerable thoughts about the dazzling Jiang Zhuoye.

Su Li recalled the scene from her dream:

Ying Feiyan roared at her with a distorted face:

“You’ve kidnapped me with your body and stripped me of my freedom! Your illness wasn’t my fault, but I’ve borne all the consequences! Don’t you think you’re too selfish? My Xiao Ye would never be so selfish; she’s sensible and considerate, she’d make me soup and bring it to the office. And you? You just keep getting sick and calling, asking me to drop work and come back to be with you, completely disregarding the bigger picture! All you’ve lost is your physical health, but without me, she loses love!”

Su Li looked at Ying Feiyan’s handsome, flawless face, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

Ying Feiyan walked over, her face bearing her usual gentle smile, and said with great concern:

“My Lili, why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell?”

My Lili. My Xiao Ye. Did this person never learn to call people by their proper names?

Before Su Li could figure out how to reply, her stomach churned. She uncontrollably opened her mouth and let out a “wah,” vomiting.

Ying Feiyan was wearing a white wedding dress. Su Li’s vomit landed directly all over her!