The People I've Been With Have All Become Obsessive [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

“I’m back.” Bai Song carried bulging shopping bags, her palms marked with two red lines from the tight straps.

In the past, the moment she heard the sound of keys turning in the lock, Tong Yao would rush to greet her, take the bags, and then plant a kiss on her lips.

But now, stepping inside felt like suddenly opening a freezer, a wave of icy air hit her face.

After changing her shoes, Bai Song carried the bags to the kitchen, only to find Tong Yao, who should have been bustling away in the kitchen sitting expressionless in the living room, still wearing that pink frilly apron that came free with the cookware.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself, Bai Song’s heart still skipped a beat.

A furious Tong Yao was terrifying on a whole other level.

The kitchen was at the far end of the living room. As Bai Song walked through, the room was eerily silent, the air so still it felt oppressive, the atmosphere thick with tension.

With each step, Bai Song’s courage waned, her voice gradually softening.

Tong Yao sensed it, her sharp gaze fixed on Bai Song’s guilty profile as she spoke slowly, “Why did it take so long? Didn’t I say I was waiting to make soy sauce fried rice?” Her tone was calm, like the deceptive lull before a storm.

The quiet in the darkness was even more unnerving.

Her voice was low, her piercing eyes like the talons of an eagle, gripping Bai Song’s heart in an instant.

Bai Song drew a sharp breath, then found it hard to exhale.

After a long pause, Bai Song finally spoke, her voice rippling like water, unsteady and hesitant. “What’s the big deal about waiting? It’s not like we have to have soy sauce fried rice. We could just make something else. I ran into an acquaintance and chatted for a bit.”

Tong Yao suddenly stood up. Though they were far apart, her towering glare made Bai Song’s breath catch. “An acquaintance? Or someone you’re interested in? Hmm?”

The slight upward lilt at the end should have been soft and inviting, but here it felt like a soul-snaring chain, tightening around Bai Song’s throat.

Bai Song swallowed hard, her voice rough as she forced out, “You already know?”

Tong Yao’s eyes bore into hers. “Know what?”

Her gaze was like nails, pinning Bai Song in place, rendering her immobile.

Like a malfunctioning robot, Bai Song stiffly turned her head away, avoiding Tong Yao’s piercing stare, and said carelessly, “You already know? Fine, I’m sorry.”

She apologized quickly, but there wasn’t a trace of remorse in her eyes.

Bai Song shrugged, showing no guilt at all for being caught cheating.

Tong Yao clenched her fists so tightly they trembled. Watching Bai Song’s indifferent expression even bordering on relaxed her heart bled.

Because she didn’t love her, she didn’t care.

Tong Yao took a step forward. “Sorry?”

The air around them seemed to compress, the overwhelming pressure making Bai Song feel like she might collapse any second.

Panicking internally, Bai Song forced out her lines: “Yeah, I was just playing around. I didn’t think you’d take it seriously. By the time I wanted out, you’d already cut ties with your family.”

Tong Yao’s presence bore down on her relentlessly, like countless needles stabbing into her skin. Bai Song’s muscles tensed involuntarily, her voice growing hoarse.

She nodded slightly, as if affirming her own words: “Tong Yao, if I’d known you were this naive, I wouldn’t have messed with you. But I’ve been decent enough feeding and housing you all this time.”

“Luckily your parents said they’d let bygones be bygones as long as you went back home. Otherwise, I really wouldn’t know what to do.” She muttered complaints, “The food and lodging don’t bother me, but it’s been months now. You keep sleeping with just me, aren’t you bored?”

Tong Yao stared at Bai Song’s impatient expression, barely resisting the urge to grab her shoulders and scream hysterically.

Had it only been four months together? Was she already tired of her?

But her upbringing kept Tong Yao restrained. She swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat. “Are you bored of me?”

“It’s been four months.” Bai Song frowned, her face full of genuine confusion. “Even a celestial beauty would get old after a few rounds. Besides, with the lights off, it’s all the same. You never really switch things up.”

She narrowed her eyes, leaving the rest unsaid, but Tong Yao could guess.

She wanted someone who could bring something new to the table.

Tong Yao’s gaze darkened, sending chills down Bai Song’s spine.

Unable to bear it any longer, Bai Song muttered, “Ugh, so heavy!” and quickly retreated into the kitchen.

Bai Song: [Ahhh!!! I think Tong Yao’s about to explode!]

The system sighed in frustration: [Could you at least try to act? The script literally has the cues written in bold disgust, sarcasm, desperate to shake her off like a leech. Are you blind or just illiterate?!]

Bai Song scratched her head furiously: [I would if I dared! I swear, if I show even a hint of disgust, Tong Yao will grab a kitchen knife, chop me into mince, stuff me into dumplings, and eat me one bite at a time.]

The system: […] This coward. This mission is doomed.

Though her performance was severely lacking, there was no chance for a retake. The system could only hope the other party would get into character on their own.

After lingering in the kitchen for ages, Bai Song finally shuffled out under the system’s relentless nagging.

The moment she reappeared, a dark figure lunged at her. Caught off guard, Bai Song was pinned against the wall.

Tong Yao held her tightly, burying her face in Bai Song’s neck.

Bai Song couldn’t see her expression, but her voice was hoarse and low, almost choked with tears.

“Song, I love you. Don’t leave me, okay? I swear, I’ll succeed. I’ll give you everything.”

Tong Yao nipped at her neck, one arm wrapped around her back while the other deftly slipped under Bai Song’s sweatshirt.

Bai Song stiffened for a moment before slowly resting her hands on Tong Yao’s back.

Tong Yao’s breathing noticeably quickened, her excitement almost palpable.

But Bai Song sighed softly and stopped the wandering hand. “Tong Yao, you still don’t get it. I didn’t stop loving you because you left your family. I never loved you, I just wanted to sleep with you.”

The body in her arms froze.

Bai Song twisted the knife deeper. “Once I got what I wanted, that was it. If not for your little stunt afterward, we would’ve been over long ago.”

Tong Yao’s arms were like iron clamps, gripping her tightly: “If you want to sleep with me, I’ll let you. You can do whatever you want, Song Song. Just don’t leave me.”

“But I’m already tired of it,” Bai Song said, drawing an analogy. “If you eat fried dough sticks and eggs every day, they might fill you up, but after a while, there’s no novelty or excitement left. When you’re not hungry, you don’t want them, and when you are, you might be eating them but already thinking about other food in your heart. Tong Yao, even the most delicious things can become unappetizing one day.”

She pushed against Tong Yao’s shoulder, but the other woman held on too tightly she couldn’t break free.

Bai Song frowned and shoved harder, finally managing to wrench herself free.

As she straightened her disheveled clothes, she said, “I’m sorry, but right now, even the sight of soy milk and fried dough sticks makes me lose my appetite.”

Tong Yao’s pupils contracted sharply, her eyes brimming with moisture, but in the end, not a single tear fell.

Bai Song tugged at the hem of her shirt one last time. Before turning away, she glanced at Tong Yao. “I’ve wronged you. It’s not right to keep your parents worrying either. You should go back as soon as possible.”

She retreated to the guest room.

Tong Yao, with her strong sense of pride, would never stoop to staying the night here now.

Since they had both been staying in the bedroom before, and all the things Tong Yao had bought later were there, Bai Song left her space to pack up and went to bed first.

Having completed another small phase of the plot, Bai Song was in a good mood. After entering the room, she deliberately locked the door, pulled out the snacks and tablet she had prepared earlier, and sat cross-legged on the floor. Adjusting her posture to lean against the sofa behind her, she opened the snack bag and set it aside. Hugging a soft, half-body-sized SpongeBob plushie to prop up her chin, she started binge-watching.

Completely unaware that outside, Tong Yao’s emotions had plummeted, finally plunging into the abyss.

Her eyes burned red as she stared at the tightly shut door, wishing she could take an axe and split the whole place apart!

Her teeth ground together audibly, her body trembling uncontrollably, almost as if she were on the verge of a seizure.

After who knows how long, Tong Yao finally steadied herself. Silent tears traced down her cheeks, dripping from her chin.

She wiped them away with the back of her hand. She hadn’t brought anything with her, only the slightly dirty apron she was still wearing, which seemed to carry the lingering warmth of their meal. In the end, she untied it and hung it haphazardly on the coat rack in the corner before leaving the apartment where she had lived for four months and ten days.

Night had fallen, and the streets were bustling with traffic.

Tong Yao had left without her phone, wallet, or even changing out of her slippers.

She wandered aimlessly down the street, watching the endless stream of people passing by and the stop-and-go traffic, her mind completely blank, devoid of any thoughts.

Autumn had already arrived. Tong Yao hadn’t worn a jacket when she left, and the night wind seeped through the holes in her sweater, chilling her to the bone. Rubbing her arms, she felt exhausted and didn’t want to walk anymore.

Looking around, she realized she had somehow ended up at a nearby square. The catchy, repetitive music blared in her ears as she saw a group of aunties in matching pleated wool skirts dancing in unison.

Tong Yao stood there for a while before deciding she wanted to go home.

Back to the Tong family home.

But the Tong residence was a two-hour drive away in the suburbs, halfway up a mountain.

She had no car, no phone, no money, and no friends she could call for help. There was no way she could get back.

Just as the bitter tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, a familiar, trembling voice choked with sobs suddenly came from behind.

“Yaoyao.”

Tong Yao paused, then slowly turned around to see her mother, who had aged what seemed like four years in just four months. She opened her mouth and silently mouthed, “Mom.”

“Yes, Yaoyao!” Mother Tong hurried over and immediately wrapped her arms around Tong Yao. Both mother and daughter could no longer hold back their tears, which began to fall as if in competition.

It was Father Tong who quickly stepped in to separate them. “Alright, alright. Our daughter is shivering from the cold. Let’s get in the car first.”

“Yes, yes, let’s get in the car first,” Mother Tong hastily wiped the tears from her face and grabbed Tong Yao’s arm, pulling her toward the car while chattering nonstop. “You’ve lost weight. Why are you dressed so lightly? It’s already autumn, and you still don’t know how to take care of yourself.”

Listening to her mother’s endless chatter and seeing the fine wrinkles at the corners of her parents’ eyes and their upturned lips, Tong Yao finally broke into her first smile of the evening, quietly allowing herself to be led along.

Just as she was about to get into the car, with one foot already inside, Tong Yao turned back for one last look.

Mother Tong grabbed her arm tightly, as if afraid she might suddenly step out and run away, and asked nervously, “What’s wrong?”

Tong Yao hesitated, then shook her head. “Nothing.” Through the closing gap of the car door, she took one final glance at the square before turning away for good.

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